Author . ^^*^/- 2: TiUe •^ *4 S TS. Imprint. .(L.z.'S^Jb. John Swig. 7 EDWARD CARSWELL. BEEHIVE INN Within this Hive we're all alive, Good liquor makes us funny If you are dry, step in and try The flavor of our Honey. . JOHN SWIG. £. ^' ^ it ^ New York : National Temperance Society and Publication House, 7. N. STEARNS, Publishing Agent, 172 WILLIAM STREET, 1871. ^$ir^'ui-— John S w i g ; OR, THE EFFECT OF JONES'S ARGUMENT. EDWARD CARSWELL. New York : National Temperance Society and Publication House, J. N. STEARNS, Publishing Agent, 172 WILLIAM STREET. 1871. Entered according to Act of Congress, in ihe year 1S70, by J. N. STEARNS, In the Office of the Lilirarian of Congress, at Wasliinf^ton, D. C. ;OIIN KCISS .t- f:i>., PRIXI'KUS, 27 KOSK STKERT, NRW VtiKK. DEDICATION. ROTHER STEARNS : The following lit- tle story was written to be read in the Division of which I am a member, and with no thought of publication. If not good poetry, it at least has one merit, and that is, ifs h'ltc ; nearly every incident having happened as related. The conversion of John Swig is, I am sorry to say, imaginary, the original not having been turned from his evil ways by being mistaken for his victim's wife. Should this sim- ple little story dry one eye, bring a smile to one face, gladness to one heart, or sunshine to D EDICATION. one fireside, I shall be happy. If one Jones is kept fi-om breaking his pledge, one Smith induced to start a society, or one Swig to abandon the traffic, the object of the Author will have been gained. In dedicating it to you, I do so not thinkinof that so small a work will do you Jionoi', but to afford myself the op- portunity of publicly thanking you for your many acts of kindness from my first appearance as a public advocate of temperance to the pre- sent time, and believe me it is done in Love, Purity, and Fidelity by The Author. OsHAWA, Canada. J, ^!Sli!lllllll!!liilillllilllllllllllllliiill!ll!!!ll John Swig. A fellow-feeling makes us wondrous kind." COWPER. John Swig was a man with a very great mind, So /le thought, though I'm sure 'twas not very refined Be that as it may, I know he was blest John Swig. With a very largx head and a monstrous chest. His business was selling ale, brandy, and gin, For this very large man kept a very siiiall nin. THE BEE-HIVE. It had onlv five rooms, and the largest by far Of the five was the one for the liquor — the Bar, In the corner of which stood an old-fashioued Bunk, On wdiich to lav customers when they were drunk. It was always ui use, though Swig said " it was wrong And \veak to get drunk " ; yet his liquors were strong ; And his custom was great, for there always would be John Swu;. Half-a-dozen, at least, getting on to a spree ; While a cnnvd of the Moderates every day Took their grog, as Swig said, in the regular way. But none were allowed the use of the Bunk Save those who had money left, though they were drunk ; While those who had none had to get out-of-doors On their hands or their feet, and souietiiiics on all-fours. Now, a few of the thinking and nobler ones Organized in the town a Division of Sons : They were not of the ric-h — their numbers were few, John Swig. Yet they hoisted their banner, the red, white, and blue. The White was for Purity, Red meant for Love, And Blue for Fidelity ; and up above Was a Pennant, which, when by the breeze it unrolled. Displayed Prohibition in letters of gold. Now, Swig was enraged, and he called it a rag ; He hated the Sons, and he swore at their flag ; For some of Iiis friends were the first to go in, And join the Division — deserting the Inn. The people in town were beginning to i/iink, And many old topers forgetting to drink ; The " Sons " were increasing, and Swig was afraid That these teetotal fellows woidd ruin his trade. Now, Swig, had a flag, or rather a sign, On which was a hive and a beautiful rhyme. One day, as Swig sat in front of his door, Smith passed — it was something he'd ne'er done before ; Though the grog he'd oft passed at Mr. Swig's table, To pass by the house he had never been able. But now he was passing without e'en a sup. And Swig, in astonishment, hallooed " What's up .'*" " Your sign," answered Smith, " and I wish it was down, Joiix vSavk;. And not swinging there, a disgraee to tiie town." Now 'Swig was amazed, if helore he was n<3t, LICENSED TO SELL WINES AND, SPIRITOUS LIQUORS - . mi BEEHIVE INN '^^3^^^-' Within this Hive we're all nlive, Good liquor makes us funny ; If you are firy, step in and try The flavor of our Honey. I % For Smith's words were a poke in the tenderest spot 'Twas his boast, that for beauty, for wit and design, John Swk;. That he was ahead of the world on a sign. So he flew in a passion, and offered to bet Smith had joined with the Sons, that cowardly set. Whose object and aim was to get people's money— "Which," said Smith, "you'd rather they'd spend for 3'our honey ! " Said Swig, " You're the vilest set under the sun, ■ And you ought to be gibbeted, every one ; You are teetotal slaves, and I'd prove if I'd time "— Said Smith, '"Swig, cast your eye up to the sign: You've the emblem of industry painted up there: What a hard-w(jrking crowd you have under your care ! They may labor and toil, but pray who gets the honey ? You grow rich, but what do they get for their money? Tour house is a hive, and those who go in May take health and wealth, but they leave with a stino- " From the Bunk came an answer in trembling tone : " We are (hie) the bees, and Swig is (hie) the drone." John Swig. Said another old toper, " That's thrue, by the powers, We are the bees, and I pity the flowers ; For we're steaHng from iheDi, and, between you and I, While the drone gets the honey, tJiey wither and die." i if '1 Mai* THE FLOWERS. Said Swig, " I believe you're a couple of asses." "And will be," said Smith, "if they cling to their glasses. John Swig. Said Swig-, " Mr. Smith, you had better keep cool : How long-, pray, since you were as drunk as a fool ? " " Not long," answered Smith ; "and I'm thankful to Him Who awakened my conscience, and show'd me the sin. For through Him and the Sons I'm well and alive, And not dead or dead drunk in your horrible ' Hive.' My wife then was sad, but now she is gay ; I then used to curse, but now I can pray. My children now love, but then held me in dread ; They were hungry before, but 7wzv they have bread ; They were then in the street, they now go to school ; My wife was unhappy, and I 7vas a fool. Your honey took from me my strength and my wit. And was sending my soul to the bottomless pit. But now we will struggle, and never say fail, Until we've a law to prohibit the sale." " Well, struggle," said Swig, " but you'll never succeed ; Do you think we'd put up with it ? No, sir, indeed ! John Swig. And suppose it should pass, what good would it do ? "We'd sell ten glasses then where we now sell two. In Maine, where the law is in force, I am told They sell twice as much now as was formerly sold." " Well," said Smith, " if what you tell me is true, There is none, for the law should work harder than you. And as 3^ou'd grow rich by this prohibition, You'll please sign your name to this Maine Law petition." Said Swig, "Now, sir, leave, or I'll help )^ou to go, Enforcing my words with the force of a blow. You may crow for a while, but it shall not be long ; You shall fail if I have to sell grog for a song ! " ***** w * Now, Jones was a man who was fond of his gin. And each da}' would get tipsy at Mr. Swig's inn ; Then home he would go, beat his children and wife ; In fact, several times had near taken her life. For although Jones, when sober, was generous and kind. John Swig One glass was sufficient to poison his mind; Then glass followed glass when once he began, And Jones was a demon instead of a man. Now, the Sons he had joined and left off his gin; He loved the Division, but dreaded the Inn ; For his appetite strong he could hardly subdue; He was tempted and tried, and this Mr. Swig knew. So he thought he would try and get Jones on the Bunk, And then boast to the Sons he had one of them drunk. So he watched for poor Jones, and at last he went by ; But Swig called him back, saying, " Jones, you are dry; And, if you are not, you'd surely not think Of passing the Hive without taking a drink ? " Said Jones, " Why, you know I have joined the Di- vision." Swig gave him a nudge, and then laughed in derision. Said he, " Oh ! I never would be such a fool, To be chained by a pledge or be bound by a rule." Jones, trembling, said, " If I should take a drop, There is no telling when or where I might stop I might then beat mv children c^r murder mv wife; For when I am drunk she's afraid for her life." Said Swii^ (taking- down the gin from the shelf), " Take a drop, and let Mary take care of herself. So don't be a coward, but be a true blue. And I'll pay f(jr all the mischief y{)U do." So Jones broke his pledge, and soon he was drunk, And Swig in great glee laid him out on the Bunk. But he soon found he'd played a most dangerous game, For the smouldering fire soon burst into flame. With hate in his iieart and fire in his brain, Unfortunate Jones was a demon again. Now, he never had been so wild in his lite: He thought himself home, and that Swig was his wife. 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