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Drops of Water 
 
 POEMS, 
 
 ELLA WHEELER .U3 -Jlc^ct^H 
 
 New York: 
 The National Temperance Society and Publication House, 
 
 No. 58 READE STREET. 
 1872. 
 

 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1S72, by 
 
 J. N. STEARNS, 
 
 In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washing^ton, D. C 
 
 JOHN- ROSS A- CO., 
 
 PRINTERS, 
 
 27 ROSE STREET, NEW YOKIC. 
 
TO 
 THAT MOST EARNEST WORKER IN THE CAUSE OF TEMPERANCE, 
 
 G. JV. C. Templar of Wisconsin^ 
 
 WHOSE i:nflaggin(; zeal has accomplished so much for 
 
 OUR STATE, 
 
 THIS VOLUME, 
 
 IS most RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED BY 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 A Glass of Wine, 9 
 
 Alcohol's Requiem upon Prof. P. F. K., 39 
 
 A Mother's Wail, 26 
 
 Arise, 87 
 
 A Sig^n-board, 12 
 
 A Tumbler of Claret, 51 
 
 Breakers, . . . 9t- 
 
 Don't Drink, 7 
 
 Don't Tease the Lion, .93 
 
 ^^ Give Us a Call ! " 9+ 
 
 God's Work, T2t 
 
 Good Templar's Song, 83 
 
 Greeting Poem, 128 
 
 Haunted, . . . • • .83 
 
 If, 90 
 
 If I were Sent, . . . . nS 
 
 In Memoriam, . . ..... 8t 
 
 In the Cup, . 126 
 
 In the Night, 62 
 
 Is It Best ? 97 
 
 Is It Well ? 53 
 
 Master and Servant, ^9 
 
 National Anniversary Ode, 108 
 
 New Year, . . . . ^ 98 
 
 Older than You, 77 
 
 *' One was Taken, and One was Left," 7^ 
 
 One Woman's Memory, 7S 
 
 Origin of the Liquor Dealer, . 59 
 
 Out of the Depths, 47 
 
6 Contents, 
 
 PAGE 
 
 '^ Ph. Best & Co. 's Lager-beer," 40 
 
 Slain, 86 
 
 Thanksgiving, 124 
 
 The Black Charger, 22 
 
 The Brewer's Dog, 122 
 
 The Cry of the People, 113 
 
 The Dirge of the Winds, 67 
 
 The Lodge-room, . 104 
 
 The Mother's Prayer, 43 
 
 Theory and Practice, 106 
 
 There's Work to be Done, 102 
 
 The Temperance Army, 74 
 
 The Two Armies, 54 
 
 The Two Ships, 15 
 
 Were I Man Grown, . . . . 73 
 
 What had He Done ? 28 
 
 What I have Seen— Number L, . 31 
 
 "- '' '' " II., 32 
 
 '' '' '' III., 34 
 
 K. it ^i i» TV 
 
 i.V., , . . . « . . . -,3 
 
 41 U U kt V --T 
 
 \ ., ........ _-)7 
 
 What we Want, 53 
 
 Where are the Temperance People ? no 
 
 ''Where is thy Brother?" 24 
 
 Wildcats, 10 
 
 Words from the Wind, 49 
 
 Work for Woman, 100 
 
Drops of Water. 
 
 -♦♦4- 
 
 DON'T DRINK, 
 
 DONT drink, boys, don't! 
 There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or 
 cheer, 
 In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer. 
 If they cheer you when drunk, you are certain to pay 
 In headaches and crossness the following day. 
 Don't drink, boys, don't ! 
 
 Boys, let it alone ! 
 Turn your back on your deadliest enemy — Drink ! 
 hii assassin disguised ; nor for one moment think, 
 As some rashly say, that true women admire 
 The man who can boast that he's playing with fire. 
 
 Boys, let it alone ! 
 
8 Drops of Water. 
 
 No, boys, don't drink ! 
 If the habit's begun, stop now ! stop to-day ! 
 Ere the spirit of thirst leads you on and away 
 Into vice, shame, and drunkenness. This is the goal. 
 Where the spirit of thirst leads the slave of the bowl. 
 
 No, boys, don't drink ! 
 
 Boys, touch not, nor taste ! 
 Don't think you can stop at the social " First Glass." 
 Too many have boasted that power, alas ! 
 And found they were slaves to this seeming good friend, 
 And have grown into drunkards and knaves, in the end. 
 
 Boys, touch not, nor taste ! 
 
 Don't drink, boys. Don't / 
 If the loafers and idlers scoff, never heed: 
 True men and true women will wish you ^' God- speed." 
 There is nothing of purity, pleasure, or cheer 
 To be gotten from whiskey, wine, brandy, or beer. 
 
 Don't drink, boys. Don't I 
 
A Glass of ]Vine. . 9 
 
 A GLASS OF WINE. 
 
 WHAT'S in a glass of wine ? " 
 There, set the glass where I can look 
 within. 
 Now listen to me, friend, while I begin 
 
 And tell you what I see — 
 What I behold with my far-reaching eyes, 
 
 And w^hat I know to be 
 Below the laughing bubbles that arise 
 
 Within this glass of w^ine. 
 There is a little spirit, night and day. 
 That cries one word, for ever and alwav : 
 
 That single word is '^ More ! " 
 And whoso drinks a glass of wine, drinks ////;/ : 
 You fill the goblet full unto the brim, 
 
 And strive to silence him. 
 
 Glass after glass you drain to quench his thirst, 
 Each glass contains a spirit like the first ; 
 And all their voices cry 
 
10 Drops of Water, 
 
 Until they shriek and clamor, howl and rave, 
 
 And shout " More !" noisily, 
 Till welcome death prepares the drunkard's grave, 
 
 And stills the imps that rave. 
 
 That see I in the wine : 
 And tears so many that I cannot guess ; 
 And all these drops are labelled with " Distress.*' 
 
 I know you cannot see. 
 And at the bottom are the dregs of shame : 
 
 Oh ! it is plain to me. 
 And there are woes too terrible to name : 
 
 Now drink your glass of v/ine. 
 
 WILD OATS. 
 
 I SAW a fair youth, with a brow broad and white, 
 And an eye that w^as beaming with intellect's light : 
 And his face seemed to glow with the wealth of his mmd ; 
 And I said, " He will grace and ennoble mankind : 
 He is Nature's own king." 
 
Wt/d Oats. II 
 
 We met yet again. I saw the youth stand 
 With a bowl that was flowing and red in his hand ; 
 And he filled it again, and again did he quaff, 
 And his fi-iends gathered round him, and said with a laugh, 
 '' He is sowing his oats." 
 
 Ah ! his eye was too bright, and his cheek was too red, 
 And I gazed on the youth with a feeling of dread ; 
 And again as he laughingly lifted the bowl, 
 I turned from the scene with a shuddering soul : 
 It was terrible seed ! 
 
 We met but once more. I found in the street 
 A corpse half-enveloped in mud and in sleet : 
 A foul, bloated thing ; but I saw in the fa( 
 A something that told of its boyhood's graceT 
 He had reaped the dire crop. 
 
 O youths who are sowing wild oats ! do you know 
 That the terrible seed you are planting will grow ? 
 Have you thought how your God will require some day 
 An account of the life you are throwing away ? 
 
 Have you thought, O rash youth ? 
 
12 Drops of Water, 
 
 It will soon be too late, there is no time to waste; 
 Then throw down the cup ! do not touch, do not taste ! 
 It is filled with destruction and sorrow and pain : 
 Throw it down ! throw it down ! do not lift it again : 
 It will soon be too late ! 
 
 A SIGN-BOARD. 
 
 I WILL paint you a sign, rumseller, 
 And hang it above your door ; 
 A truer and better sign-board 
 Than ever you had before. 
 I will paint with the skill of a master, 
 
 And many shall pause to see 
 This wonderful piece of painting, 
 So like the reality. 
 
 I will paint yourself, rumseller. 
 As you wait for that fair young boy, 
 
 Just in the morn of manhood, 
 A mother's pride and joy. 
 
A Sign-Board. 13 
 
 He has no thought of stoppmg, 
 
 But you greet him with a smile, 
 And you seem so bUthe and friendly 
 'That he pauses to chat awhile. 
 
 I will paint you again, rumseller, 
 
 I will paint you as you stand 
 With a foaming glass of liquor, 
 
 Holding in either hand. 
 He wavers, but you urge him : 
 
 '^ Drink ! pledge me just this one ! '* 
 And he lifts the glass and drains it. 
 
 And the hellish work is done. 
 
 And next I will paint a drunkard : 
 
 Only a year has flown, 
 But into this loathsome creature 
 
 The fair young boy has grown. 
 The work was quick and rapid : 
 
 I will paint him as he lies, 
 In a torpid, drunken slumber, 
 
 Under the winter skies. 
 
14 Drops of Water, 
 
 I will paint the form of the mother, 
 
 As she kneels at her darling's side- 
 Her beautiful boy, that was dearer 
 
 Than all of the world beside. 
 I will paint the shape of a coffin 
 
 Labelled with one word " Lost," 
 I wdll paint all this, rumseller, 
 
 And paint it free of cost. 
 
 The sin, and the shame and sorrow, 
 
 The crime and sin and woe, 
 That is born there in your rumshop, 
 
 No hand can paint, you know ; 
 But I'll paint you a sign, rumseller, 
 
 And many shall pause to view 
 This wonderful swinging sign-board, 
 
 So terribly, fearfully true. 
 
The Tivo SI lips. 
 
 THE TWO SHIPS. 
 
 ON the sea of life they floated, 
 Brothers twam m manhood's pride, 
 And the good ship " Temperance" bore them. 
 
 Safely o'er the stormy tide. 
 Not a thought of rock or breaker, 
 
 Not a fear of wreck had they, 
 For their ship was strong and steady- 
 Faithful, trusty, night and day. 
 
 So they floated on together, 
 
 Full of youth's elastic joy. 
 Floated till the air was startled 
 
 With the cry of " Boat ahoy ! " 
 And they saw a craft beside them, 
 
 Dainty, jaunty, frail, and fair. 
 And its banner showed a wine-glass, 
 
 Painted as its symbol there. 
 
 And again the stranger shouted, 
 *' Boat ahoy ! a friend is near ! 
 
1 6 Drops of Water 
 
 Captain of yon gallant vessel, 
 Do you see, and do you hear ? 
 
 We're the ^ Social Glass/ my hearties, 
 And a jolly, jovial crew. 
 
 We are bound for Pleasure Valley, 
 And we would be friends with you." 
 
 But the brothers stood in silence. 
 
 Though they could not help but hear. 
 And the elder's heart was throbbing 
 
 AVith a vague and chilling fear. 
 And again the stranger pleaded, 
 
 '^ Come aboard the ^ Social Glass ' ! 
 We will entertain you warmly, 
 
 And the time will quickly pass." 
 
 Still the elder stood unheeding, 
 
 Still he did not move or turn, 
 And his mien was cold and haughty, 
 
 And his face was dark and stern. 
 But the younger whispered to him, 
 
 "Surely, we are churls -to stand 
 In this sullen, boorish silence ; 
 
 Let us oifer friendship's hand. 
 
Tlie Two Ships. 17 
 
 " See ! they beckon us to join them ! 
 
 Beckon us with word and smile. 
 I will not refuse them longer, 
 
 I will join them for a while." 
 Then the " Social Glass " rowed nearer, 
 
 And he joined the jovial throng, 
 And they gathered round about him, 
 
 Greeting him with laugh and song. 
 
 Then the elder cried in anguish. 
 
 Loud and wild his accents fell : 
 ^^ Know you not, O brother, brother ! 
 
 Yonder ship is bound for hell ? 
 See the clouds that hover o'er you ! 
 
 And the day is growing dark : 
 There is ruin and destruction 
 
 For each soul upon that bark. 
 
 " Oh ! come back ! Why did you leave me ? 
 It is certain death to stay, 
 Do not loiter ! do not linger ! 
 Brother, brother, come away ! " 
 
1 8 Drops of Water. 
 
 But the wild winds only answered 
 
 To his agonizing plea ; 
 And the ^^ Social Glass " went bounding 
 
 Lightly o'er the troubled sea. 
 
 He could hear their shouts of laughter, 
 
 He could see their goblets shine, 
 He could see his darling brother 
 
 With his lips all red with wine. 
 Ah ! a seething, boiling maelstrom 
 
 Lay within their very track, 
 And he warned them of their danger. 
 
 And he strove to turn them back. 
 
 But they did not, would not heed him : 
 
 On they went in wildest glee ! 
 Nearer, nearer to the whirlpool. 
 
 Nearer to the boiling sea. 
 Till the " Social Glass " was buried 
 
 In the seething, rushing wave. 
 And each mad and wreckless voyager 
 
 Found a dark and awful grave. 
 
Master and Servant, 19 
 
 And the lonely brother floated 
 
 Calmly o'er the stormy tide, 
 For the good ship " Temperance " bore him 
 
 Safely o'er the waters wide. 
 And he never left her shelter 
 
 Till the voyage of life was o'er, 
 And he anchored where the angels 
 
 Waited for him on the shore. 
 
 MASTER AND SERVANT, 
 
 THE devil to Bacchus said, one day, 
 In a scowling, growling, petulant way, 
 As he came from earth to hell : 
 '^ There's a soul above that I cannot move, 
 And I've struggled long and well; 
 He's a manly youth, with an eye of truth, 
 
 A fellow of matchless grace ; 
 And he looks me through with his eye of blue 
 
 Till I cov/er before his face. 
 The very power and strength of heaven 
 To this young, fearless soul were given ; 
 
20 Drops of Water. 
 
 For I've never an art that can reach his heart, 
 
 And I cannot snare his feet : 
 I have wasted days in devising ways, 
 
 And now must cry ^ Defeat !' " 
 And the devil scowled, and grumbled, and growled, 
 
 And beat about with his cane, 
 Till the demons fled over the burning waste 
 Out of his reach in hurrying haste, 
 
 Howling aloud in pain. 
 
 Bacchus laughed as he stooped and quaffed 
 
 A burning bumper of wine : 
 " Why, master," said he, " you soon shall see 
 
 The fellow down at your shrine ; 
 Long ago, if you'd let me know. 
 
 We'd had him in our ranks. 
 And now, adieu ! while I work for you ; 
 
 Don't hurry about your thanks ! 
 I'm going above; you know they love 
 
 The sight of my glowing face. 
 They call me 2^ god I ho ! ho ! how odd ! 
 
 With this for my dwelling-place." 
 
Master and Servant. 21 
 
 A youth with a dower of manly grace, 
 A maid with the morning in her face ; 
 And she filleth a goblet full to the brim, 
 And giveth the bubbling draught to him. 
 " Drink !" she says, and the goblet sways 
 
 And shimmers under his eyes. 
 He tries to speak, but the tongue is weak, 
 
 And the words sink into sighs ; . 
 For the maid is fair, and she holds him there 
 
 With a spell that he cannot flee : 
 '•'- Drink !" and she sips with her ruby lips — 
 
 ** Drink but a draught with me.'' 
 And the lovers quaffed, while the demons laughed, 
 
 And Bacchus laughed loud and long. 
 " Ho ! ho !" cried he, ^^ what a victory I 
 
 Ho ! ho ! for the soul so strong 
 That my master was beat, and cried ' Defeat !' 
 Bat wine is a tempter, and love is sweet." 
 
 Bacchus went back o'er the fiery track 
 
 Into the land below ; 
 And the devil said, " Well, what have you to tell 
 
 Of the thing I want to know ?" 
 
22 Drops of Watc',\ 
 
 And Bacchus said he, •• Why, look an*^ see 
 
 There is your strong, brave youth 
 ReeUng along, with a drunken song 
 
 Staining those lips of truth. 
 My work is done ! You must go oi; 
 
 And finish the job I started ; 
 And as long as I stay in your ser.je, priv, 
 
 Don't ever be down-hearted." 
 
 THE BLACK CHARGL^. 
 
 THERE'S a terrible steed that rests not night nor day. 
 But onward and onward, for ever aw-y 
 Through hamlet, through village, tarough country, 
 
 through town. 
 Is heard the dread thud of his hoofs beating down : 
 Is seen the fierce eye, is felt the hot breath ; 
 And before it, behind it, spreads ruin and death r 
 By castle, by cottage, by hut, and by hall, 
 Still faster and fiercer he passes them all. 
 
 He breathes on the youth with the face of tl c- morn. 
 He leaves him a mark for the fing:er of sconi , 
 
The Black Charger. 23 
 
 He cries, " Mount and ride ! I will bear you away 
 To the fair fields of pleasure. Come, mount me, I say !" 
 And, alas for the youth ! he is borne like the wind, 
 And he leaveth his manhood, his virtue, behind ; 
 And faster, still faster, he speeds down the track. 
 Where many shall follow, and few shall come back. 
 
 He breathes on the heart that is stricken with grief: 
 '- Come, mount me ! and fly to the plains of relief. 
 I will bear you away to the fair fields elysian, 
 Where your sorrows shall seem but a long-vanished vision. 
 With the future before you, forgetting the past, 
 You shall revel in pleasure, rejoicing at last." 
 Ah ! whoso shall mount shall ride to his doom : 
 vShall be sunk in the marshes of terror and gloom. 
 
 He breathes on the king, and he breathes on the slave ; 
 
 0.1 the young and the old from the crib to the grave; 
 
 On masterly minds, and they wither away 
 
 As the flower droops and dies 'neath a torrid sun's ray ; 
 
 On beautiful souls that are pure as the light. 
 
 And they shrivel, polluted with mildew and blight : 
 
 The master, the servant, the high and the low, 
 
 He bears them all down to the regions of woe. 
 
24 Drops of Water. 
 
 Ho ! ho I temperance clan ! rest ye not night nor day : 
 AVatch, watch for the steed ! starve liim down ! block 
 
 his way! 
 Throw him into the dust ! seize his long, flowing mane ! 
 Bind his terrible limbs till he quivers in pain. 
 Stab him through to the heart I beat him down till he lies 
 Stark and stiff on the earth — beat him down till he dies ! 
 Till never by castle, by cottage, by hall, 
 Shall again pass the black-hearted steed, Alcohol 1 
 
 '' WHERE IS THY BROTHER?'' 
 
 OH ! when I think in what a thorny way 
 The feet of men must ever walk and stray 
 I do not wonder that so many fall, 
 But wonder more that any stand at all. 
 
 I look around me, and on every hand 
 I see the palaces of destruction stand 
 Like whited sepulchres : some seem to be 
 All white and clean, and pure as purity. 
 
" Where is thy Brother?'' 2$ 
 
 I see a ])2i\\\ of flowers, blooming fair, 
 But, oh ! a dark abyss is hidden there. 
 I see a serpent lurking in the grass 
 Where manly feet will all unheeding pass. 
 
 I see the maiden with the beaming eye, 
 
 She lightly laughs and lifts the wine-glass high. 
 
 And says the while her red lips sip and taste, 
 
 *^ A fig for temperance; wine is too good to waste." 
 
 It is so hard for men to walk within 
 The narrow path that leads away from sin ; 
 So hard to keep unto the better way. 
 Even with woman's hand to guide alway ; 
 
 But when she scorns and jeers the noble strife, 
 And turns them from the higher, better life, 
 And leads them downward with her own fair hand, 
 Ch ! can we wonder that they do not stand ? 
 
 Alas ! my sisters, I can only pray. 
 
 May God forgive you on the judgment-day : 
 
 " Where is thy brother, where ? " the Master saith. 
 
 And you, like Cain, must answer for his death. 
 
26 Drops of Water, 
 
 A MOTHERS WAIL, 
 
 THE sweet young Spring walks over the eartli, 
 It flushes and glows on moor and lea ; 
 The birds are singing in careless mirth, 
 
 The brook flows cheerily on to the sea ; 
 And I know that the flowers are blooming now 
 Over my beautiful darling's brow : 
 Blooming and blowing in perfume now 
 Over my poor lost darling's brow. 
 
 The breath of the passionate Summer turns 
 The green of the hills to a deeper dye; 
 
 The wind from the south land blows and burns. 
 The sun grows red in the brazen sky ; 
 
 And I know that the long, dank grasses w^ave 
 
 Over my beautiful darling's grave : 
 
 Rise and fall, and lift and wave 
 
 Over my darling's narrow grave. 
 
 The days flow on, and the summer dies, 
 And glorious Autumn takes the crown ; 
 
 And toward the south the robin flies, 
 
 And the green of the hills grows dull and brown ; 
 
A Mother s Wail, 27 
 
 And the leaves, all purple, and gold, and red, 
 Drift over inj precious darling's bed : 
 Drift and flutter, all gold and red, 
 Over my darling's lowly bed. 
 
 The Winter comes with its chilling snow^s. 
 
 And wTaps the world in a spotless shroud ; 
 And cold from the north the wild wind blows, 
 
 And the tempest rages fierce and loud ; 
 It shrieks, and sobs, and sighs, and weeps 
 Over the mound w^here my darling sleeps : 
 In pity, it sobs, and sighs, and weeps 
 Over the mound where my lost one sleeps. 
 
 He was so young, and fair, and brave : 
 
 The pride of my bosom — my heart's best joy 
 And he lieth now in a drunkard's grave ; 
 
 My beautiful darling, my only boy : 
 But down in my heart of hearts, I know 
 He has gone w'here his tempters never ca/i go : 
 To heaven his soul has gone, I know. 
 Where the soul of his tempters never can go. 
 
28 Drops of Water, 
 
 They charmed hmi mto their licensed hell, 
 
 They gave him rum, and his eye grew wild ; 
 And lower and lower down he fell, 
 
 Till they made a fiend of my precious child : 
 May the curses of God fall on the soul 
 Who gave my darling the poison bowl ! 
 Ay, curses dark and deep on the soul 
 Who tempted my darling to lift the bowl ! 
 
 WHAT HAD HE DONE? 
 
 I SAW the farmer, when the day was done, 
 And the proud sun had sought his crimson bed, 
 And the mild stars came forward one by one — 
 
 I saw the sturdy farmer, and I said : 
 " What have you done to-day, 
 O farmer ! say ?" 
 
 " Oh ! I have sown the wheat in yonder field, 
 And pruned my orchard to increase its yield, 
 And turned the furrow for a patch of corn : 
 This have I done, with other things, since morn." 
 
What Had He Done ? 29 
 
 I saw the blacksmith in his smithy-door, 
 
 When day had vanished and the west grew red, 
 And all the busy noise and strife were o'er — 
 I saw the kingly blacksmith, and I said : 
 " What have you done to-day, 
 O blacksmith! say? 
 
 '^ Oh! I have made two plough-shares all complete, 
 And nailed the shoes on many horses' feet; 
 And — O my friend ! I cannot tell you half," 
 The man of muscle answered, with a laugh. 
 
 I saw the miller, when the day had gone, 
 
 And all the sunlight from the hills had fled. 
 And tender shadows crept across the lawn — 
 I saw the trusty miller, and I said : 
 '' What have you done to-day, 
 O miller gray ?'* 
 
 " Oh ! I have watched my mill from morn to night, 
 And never saw yon flour so snowy white. 
 And many are the mouths to-day I've fed, 
 I ween,'* the merry miller laughed and said. 
 
30 Drops of Water, 
 
 I saw another, when the night grew nigh, 
 
 And turned each daily toiler from his task, 
 When gold and crimson banners decked the sky — 
 I saw another, and I paused to ask : 
 "" What have you done to-day, 
 Rumseller, say ?" 
 
 But the rumseller turned with dropping head, 
 And not a single word in answer said. 
 What had he done ? His work he knew full well 
 AVas plunging human souls in deepest hell. 
 
 Alas ! rumseller, on that awful day. 
 
 When death shall call you, and your race is run, 
 How can you answer ? What can you hope to say ? 
 When God shall ask you, " What have you done ?" 
 How can you meet the eye 
 Of the Most High ? 
 
 When night approaches and the day grows late, 
 Think you to find the way to heaven's gate ? 
 Think you to dwell with souls of righteous men ? 
 Think you to enter in ? If not^ what then ? 
 
W/iat I Have Seen. 31 
 
 WHAT I HAVE SEEN, 
 
 NUMBER I. 
 
 I SAW a mother give wine to her boy — 
 The rain-drops fall and fall : 
 The pride of his parents, a household joy, 
 A mother's blessing, her all. 
 
 I saw the cheek of the youth grow red — 
 
 The rain falls over the lea: 
 The hght of his eye shone like jewels, they said 
 
 It spoke of ruin to me. 
 
 I saw the youth drink again and again — 
 
 The rain falls heavy and fast : 
 I saw the mother's brow furrowed with pain, ^ 
 
 She was reaping her harvest at last. 
 
 I saw the youth go staggering by — 
 
 The rain-drops beat and beat : 
 Dulled was the light of his beautiful eye ; 
 
 I saw him fall in the street. 
 
32 ^ Drops of Water, 
 
 I heard the rabble cry, " Shame ! oh ! shame ! " 
 
 The rain-drops sob and sob : 
 I heard the drunkard^s once-honored name 
 
 Shouted aloud by the mob. 
 
 I saw the youth carried home to his door — 
 
 The rain-drops sob and sigh : 
 Saw the friends shun him, who sought him before. 
 
 Saw him sink lower, and die. 
 
 I saw the stone that bore only his name — 
 
 The rain -drops mutter and rave : 
 I saw the mother with sorrow and shame 
 
 Bowed to the brink of the grave. 
 
 WHAT I HAVE SEEN, 
 
 NUMBER II. 
 
 I SAW a maid with her chivalrous lover : 
 He was both tender and true ; 
 He kissed her lips, vowing over and over, 
 ^^ Darling, I worship you." 
 
W/ial I Have Seen, 33 
 
 Sing, sing, bird of the spring, 
 
 Tell of the flowers the summer will bring. 
 
 I saw the maiden, sweet, loving, confiding, 
 Smile when he whispered " Mine," 
 
 Saw her lips meet his with no word of chiding, 
 Though his breath fumed with wine. 
 
 Wail, wail, Nightingale, 
 
 Sing of a mourner bowed and pale. 
 
 I saw the lover and maid at the altar. 
 
 Bound by the bands divine ; 
 Heard the responses — they fail not nor falter — 
 
 Saw the guests pledge in wine. 
 Howl, howl, ominous Owl, 
 Shriek of the terrible tempest's scowl. 
 
 I saw the drunkard's wife weeping in anguish, 
 
 Saw her struck down by a blow ; 
 I saw the husband in prison-cells languish — 
 
 Thus ends the tale of woe. 
 Shriek, shriek, O Raven ! speak 
 Of the terrible midnight, dark and bleak. 
 
34 Drops of Water. 
 
 WHAT I HAVE SEEN. 
 
 NUMBER III. 
 
 I SAW two youths : both were fair in the face, 
 They had set out foot to foot in hfe's race ; 
 But one said to the other, " I say now, my brother, 
 
 You are going a Httle too slow ; 
 The world will look on, and say, ^ See Josy John,' 
 We must put on more style, now, you know." 
 
 So he tipped a plug hat on one side of his pate. 
 And strutted along with a Jockey Club gait ; 
 And he carried a cane, and said, " It is plain, 
 
 I am too fine a fellow to toil. 
 I can gamble and bet, and a good living get ; 
 
 But my hands are too pretty to soil. 
 
 " My friend in the rear, you are slow, I am fast ; 
 I am up with the times — I am first, you are last. 
 So I guess I will leave you — aw, if it won't grieve you 
 
 I'll wait for you when I get through ; 
 Or, when up on the hill, I'll remem-bah you still, 
 
 And— aw, mayhap I'll come and help you." 
 
IV/ia^ 1 Have Seen. 35 
 
 I saw him pass on with a strut through the street ; 
 
 Saw him stopped by a score of • good boys " for a treat. 
 
 While the cahii ^* Josy John " went quietly on, 
 
 And kept his lips free from the bowl ; 
 AVorked at whatever came, turned from sin and from shame, 
 
 And wrote ^' Purity," ^- Truth," in his soul. 
 
 I saw two men : one w^as fair to behold ; 
 
 The other, a drunken sot, bloated and bold. 
 
 One stood on the mountain and drank of God's fountain, 
 
 The other drank beer in the street. 
 Yet both started alike ; but one made a '• strike," 
 
 Which ended, you see, in defeat. 
 
 WHAT I HAVE SEEN, 
 
 NUxMBER IV. 
 
 I SAW a youth, one of God's favored few, 
 Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health ; 
 He had climbed the steep pathway, and cut his way 
 through 
 To the summit of glory and wealth. 
 
Z^ ^ Drops of Water, 
 
 The day is breaking, hearts are waking, 
 
 Refreshed for the field of labor : 
 Arise, arise, like the king of the skies, 
 
 With a greeting for friend and neighbor. 
 
 He had toiled hard for the honors he'd won, 
 
 He had climbed over high rocks, forded streams; 
 Braved the bleak ^\inter snow, the hot summer sun. 
 
 He was reaching the goal of his dreams. 
 The day hangs around us, the sun hath bound us 
 
 With fetters silken and yellow : 
 Flow, flow away, fleeting day. 
 
 Golden-hearted and mellow. 
 
 I saw the youth lift a mug to his mouth, 
 
 Drink the last drop of the itdcr^\A Jirst glass / 
 Ah ! his veins thrill in a fierce, scorching drouth. 
 
 He fills it again, again drinks it ! alas I 
 The day is dying, hearts are sighing. 
 
 Crushed with a weight of sorrow : 
 Sleep, oh I sleep, in a slumber deep. 
 
 And wait for a bright to-morrow. 
 
JV/ial I Have Seen. 
 
 I saw him low in the dust at my feet, 
 
 Gone beauty, health, wealth, strength, talents, all ; 
 From the summit of Fame to the slime of the street, 
 
 He had bartered his soul for the fiend Alcohol. 
 The night hangs o'er us, the wind's wild chorus 
 
 Shrieks like a demons' revel : 
 Weep, sob, weep, for the fog is deep, 
 
 And the world is sold to the devil. 
 
 IVBA T I HAVE SEEiY, 
 
 NUMBER V 
 
 I SAW a Christian, a temperance man. 
 Casting his ballot one day at the polls : 
 One who believes he does what he can 
 Toward the reclaiming and saving of souls. 
 And may be he does — may be he does ! 
 I don't say he doesn't^ but 7?iay be he does ! 
 
3S Drops of Water. 
 
 I saw his candidate sipping his beer. 
 
 Wiping his moustache and lapping his jaws ; 
 And I said to myself, " It's decidedly queer, 
 
 If this is the man that should help make our laws." 
 But may be he is — ^may be he is ! 
 I won't say it outric^ht, but niav he he is ! 
 
 I s:.w an old drunkard fall in the srree: ; 
 
 I saw my Christian man mournfully pass, 
 And mournfully say to the sot at his :"ee: : 
 
 "I have d::.e v >.?.: I could for such wrecks, but, 
 alasT 
 Well, may be he h:,:: — may be he had ! 
 I don't say he JiadiCt^ but may be he had \ 
 
 I know a party that's forming to-day, 
 
 Made out of men that are loyal and brave : 
 They will sweep liquor taxes and tarife away. 
 
 For they never will vote for a drinking old knave. 
 You see if they do ! you see if they do \ 
 I don't say I knaii*^ h\i\. yaii see '}i they do ! 
 
AlcoJiots Requiem upon Prof. P. F. K. 39 
 ALCOHOL'S REQUIEM UPON PROF. R F. K, 
 
 A GIFTED MAX, WHO DIED A VICTIM TO STRONG DRIN'K. 
 
 HO ! ho ! Father Death ! I have won you another ! 
 Another grand soul I have rumed and taken ; 
 I, who am licensed by good Christian people, 
 
 Eat and eat at their souls till by angels forsaken : 
 I spoil them, I soil them, and past all reclaiming 
 They fall, sick with sins that are too black for naming. 
 
 Ho ! ho ! Father Death 1 count me as your best man : 
 I bring you more souls than famine or battle. 
 
 Let pestilence rage ! it will last but a season, 
 And the soft voice of peace stills the cannon's loud 
 ratde ; 
 
 But I, pausing never, with ceaseless endeavor. 
 
 Night and day, day and night, I am toiling for ever. 
 
 Ho ! ho ! Father Death ! I have brought you my 
 thousands : 
 
 Good people help me, license, uphold me, 
 Gaze on some victim I stole from their household — 
 
 Gaze, and upbraid the foul demon that sold me. 
 
40 Drops of Water. 
 
 Ah ! but they helped him — argued and voted 
 Till license was granted, and I was promoted. 
 
 Ho ! ho ! Father Death ! is he not a grand victim ? 
 
 I bring you souls that are well worth the winning — 
 Noble and brave, with the rare gifts of heaven ; 
 
 But I eat them away and pollute them with sinning. 
 Now, but for me there would be few above him, 
 Honored and prized by the dear ones who love him. 
 
 ''PH, BEST cf CO:S LAGER-BEERr 
 
 IN every part of the thrifty town, 
 AVhether my course be up or down, 
 In lane, and alley, and avenue. 
 Painted in yellow, and red, and blue, 
 This side and that, east and west. 
 Was this flaunting sign-board of '* Ph. Best." 
 
 Twas hung high up, and swung in the air 
 With a swaggering, bold-faced, "devil-may-care- 
 
'' Ph, Best & Co:s Lager-Beerr 41 
 
 It-is-none-of-your-business " sort of way ; 
 
 Or, as if dreading the light o' the day, 
 
 It hung low, over a basement-stair, 
 
 And seemed ashamed when you saw it there. 
 
 Or it shone like a wicked and evil eye 
 
 From a " restaurant " door on passers-by, 
 
 And seemed with a twinkling wink to say : 
 
 " Are you bound for hell ? Then step this way ; 
 
 This is the ticket-office of sin ; 
 
 If you think of purchasing, pray, walk in." 
 
 Or it glared from a window where the light 
 
 Of the lamps w^ithiu shone full and bright. 
 
 And seemed to be saying, " Come out of the storm ! 
 
 Come into my haven snug and warm ; 
 
 I will give you warmth from the flowing bowl, 
 
 And all I ask is your purse and soul" 
 
 But whether on window, door, or stair, 
 Wherever I went, it was always there ; 
 Painted in yellow, and red, and blue, 
 It stared from alley and avenue : 
 
42 Drops of Water, 
 
 It was north, and south, and east, and west, 
 The lager-beer of this Phihp Best. 
 
 And who was Phihp Best, you ask ? 
 
 Oh ! he was a man, whose noble task 
 
 Was the brewing of beer — good beer, first-class — 
 
 That should sparkle, and bubble, and boil in the glass 
 
 Should sparkle and flow till drank, and then 
 
 Feast like a vampire on brains of men. 
 
 Ah ! Philip Best, you have passed from view, 
 But your name and your works live after you. 
 Come, brothers, raise him a monument, 
 Inscribed, " Here lies the man who sent 
 A million of souls to the depths of hell ; 
 Turned genius and worth to the prison-cell ; 
 
 Stole bread from the mouth of the hungry child : 
 ]\Iade the father a brute, and the mother wild ; 
 Filled happy homes with dread unrest : 
 Oh ! a very great man was Philip Best. 
 O Ph. Best ! you have passed from view, 
 But your name and your deeds live after yuu." 
 
The Mother s Prayer. 43 
 
 THE MOTHERS PRAYER. 
 
 A MOTHER kneels by the cradle, 
 Where her little infant lies, 
 And she sees the ghastly shadows 
 
 Creeping around his eyes. 
 And she clasps her hands together, 
 
 And her heart beats loud and wild, 
 And she cries in a gush of anguish, 
 *^ O Father ! save my child. 
 
 ^^ Oh ! do not, do not take him 
 
 So soon to the home on high ; 
 My beautiful, dark-eyed darling, 
 
 O God ! he must not die. 
 I cannot pray in meekness, 
 
 ^ My Father's will be done.' 
 I can only cry in anguish, 
 
 ' Oh ! save my infant son.' " 
 
44 Drops of Water. 
 
 Slowly the ghastly shadows 
 
 Crept from the baby's eyes, 
 Aiid the mother saw the bright orbs 
 
 Open in sweet surprise. 
 And she heard the lisping prattle 
 
 And the childish laugh again, 
 And she clasped him close to her bosom, 
 
 And her glad tears fell like rain. 
 
 The mother stands at the window, 
 
 AVatching the night come down, 
 As it settles slowly, slowly, 
 
 Over the busy town. 
 And the withered face is troubled, 
 
 And she sis-hs in a weary wav : 
 '• Oh ! where does mv darlinsf tarry, 
 
 Now at the close of day ? 
 
 " Surely his task is ended : 
 
 Vrhy is it he does not come ? '' 
 
 Ah ! mother, one word will answer. 
 And that one word is Rum. 
 
TJie MotJier s Prayer, 45 
 
 He stands at the bar this moment, 
 
 Drammg the tempter's bowl ; 
 And your beautiful boy has entered 
 
 His name on the drunkards' roll. 
 
 Ah ! well, your prayer was answered : 
 
 You prayed that he might not die, 
 That he might not join the angels 
 
 AVho dwell in their home on high. 
 O mother ! say, is it better, 
 
 Or is it worse than death, 
 To see your darling stagger, 
 
 And feel his rum-foul breath ? 
 
 You could not pray, "- My Father, 
 
 Thy will, not mine, be done," 
 But cried, in your deaf, blind sorrow, 
 
 '' Oh ! save my infant son." 
 And is he saved, fond mother ? 
 
 And which is better, pray, 
 To know he is there in the rum-shop, 
 
 Or under the grass, to-day ? 
 
46 Drops of Water, 
 
 O God of a mighty nation ! 
 
 When shall the glad day be 
 That the liquor reign is ended, 
 
 And our land is truly free ? — 
 When our darling boys may wander 
 
 Through all its length and breadth^ 
 With never a serpent lurking 
 
 To slay them in their strength ? 
 
 Full many a year has vanished 
 
 Since the grand triumphant day 
 When we stood in bold defiance 
 
 Of a tyrant monarch's sway; 
 And now in a blood-red torrent, 
 
 At the price of a million graves, 
 AVe have swept the bonds and shackles 
 
 From the hands of a million slaves. 
 
 And yet we are under a tyrant. 
 And yet we are slaves to-day, 
 
 And we do not bid defiance 
 To the baleful liquor sway. 
 
Out of the Depths. 47 
 
 Up ! O ye mourning captives ! 
 
 Strike at the tyrant's hand ! 
 Loosen his hold for ever — 
 
 Deliver a bondaged land ! 
 
 OUT OF THE DEPTHS. 
 
 WRITTEN AFTER THE REFORMATION' OF A BRILLIANT AND TALENTED MAN. 
 
 OUT of the midnight, rayless and cheerl 
 Into the morning's golden light ; 
 Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin, 
 
 Into the arms of truth and right ; 
 Out of the ways that are ways of sorrow, 
 Out of the paths that are paths of pain, 
 Yea, out of the depths has a soul arisen, 
 And " one that was lost is found again." 
 
 Lost in the sands of an awful desert, 
 
 Lost in the region of imps accursed, 
 AVith bones of victims to mark his pathway. 
 
 And burning lava to quench his thirst; 
 
48 Drops of Water, 
 
 Lost in the darkness, astray in the shadows; 
 
 Father above, do we pray in vain ? 
 Hark ! on the winds come gleeful tidings, 
 
 Lo ! he was lost, but is found again. 
 
 Found ! and the sunlight of God's great mercy 
 
 Dispels the shadows, and brings the morn. 
 Found ! and the hosts of the dear E^edeemer 
 
 Are shouting aloud o'er a soul new born, 
 Plucked, like a brand, from the conflagration, 
 
 Cleansed, like a garment, free from stain, 
 Saved, pray God, for ever and ever ; 
 
 Lost for a season, but found again. 
 
 ^•'Out of the depths" by the grace of heaven, 
 
 Out of the depth of woe and shame. 
 And he blots his name from the roll of drunkards, 
 
 To carve it again on the heights of fame. 
 " Wine is a mocker, and strong drink raging." 
 
 Glory to God, he has snapped the chain 
 That bound him with fetters of steel and iron, 
 
 And he that he was lost is found again. 
 
Words from the Wind. 49 
 
 Down with the cup, though it gleam like rubies ; 
 
 Down with the glass, though it sparkle and shine, 
 ^^ It bites like a serpent, and stings like an adder,*' 
 
 There is woe, and sorrow, and shame in wine. 
 Keen though the sword be, and deadly its mission, 
 
 Three times its number the wine-cup has slain. 
 God, send thy grace unto those it has fettered — 
 
 God, grant the lost may be found again. 
 
 WORDS FROM THE WIND. 
 
 I CALLED to the wind of the Winter, 
 As he sped like a steed on his way, 
 ^^ Oh ! rest for awhile on thy journey, 
 And answer these questions, I pray. 
 
 " Who is the foe to all virtue. 
 Who is the chieftain of crime ? 
 
 Who blackens the forehead of beauty, 
 And cheateth the finger of time ? 
 
 Who maketh the heart to be aged. 
 In the beautiful morning of youth ? 
 
50 Drops of Water. 
 
 Who is the herald of sorrow, 
 
 And who the assassm of Truth ? 
 Who is the help-meet of Satan, 
 
 The agent of regions below ? 
 Who the promoter of vices ? 
 
 Who loadeth the bosom with woe ? 
 Who stealeth the strength of the mighty ? 
 
 Who stealeth the wits of the wise ? 
 Who maketh the good and the noble 
 
 A thing that the meanest despise ?'* 
 
 And the wind of the wild Winter answered, 
 
 In a voice like a clarion call : 
 '' 'Tis a beast legion-headed, a demon 
 
 Whom men christened ' King Alcohol' 
 This is the help-meet that Satan 
 
 Sends out from the kingdom of liell, 
 A many-faced demon, who doeth 
 
 The work of the master right well ; 
 For he weaveth his web round the noble. 
 
 And slayeth the soul with his breath. 
 Ah ! this is the foe to all virtue, 
 
 And this is the agent of death." 
 
A Ttnnblcr of Claret, 51 
 
 A TUMBLER OF CLARET. 
 
 I POURED out a tumbler of Claret, 
 Of course with intention to drink, 
 And, holding it up in the sunlight, 
 I paused for a moment to think. 
 I really can't tell you what. made me ; 
 
 I never had done so before, 
 Though for years, every day at my dinner, 
 I had emptied one tumbler or more. 
 
 *^ A friend " in the loneliest hours, 
 
 •' A companion," I called the red wine, 
 And sometimes I poetized slightly, 
 
 And called it a " nectar divine." 
 But to-day as I gazed at the claret, 
 
 That sparkled and glowed in the sun, 
 I asked it, ^^ What have you done for me, 
 
 That any true friend would have done ? 
 
 " You have given me some pleasant feelings, 
 
 But they always were followed by pain. 
 You have given me ten thousand headaches, 
 , And are ready to do it again. 
 
52 Drops of Water. 
 
 You have set my blood leaping and bounding, 
 AVhich, though pleasant, was hurtful, no doubt, 
 
 And, if I keep up the acquaintance, 
 I am sure you will give me the gout. 
 
 * I remember a certain occasion, 
 
 AVhen you caused me to act like a fool. 
 And, yes, I remember another . . 
 
 When you made me fall into a pool. 
 And there was Tom Smithers — ^you killed him ! 
 
 Will Howard you made a poor knave. 
 Both my friends I and I might count a dozen 
 
 You have sent to the prison or grave. 
 
 "- Is this like a loyal friend's treatment? 
 
 And are you deserving the name ? 
 Say ! what do you give those who love you 
 
 But poverty, sorrow, and shame ? 
 A few paltry moments of pleasure. 
 
 And ages of trouble and grief. 
 No wonder you blush in the sunlight, 
 
 You robber, you liar, you thief! 
 
VV/ia^ We Wa7tt. 53 
 
 " I will have nothing more to do with you, 
 
 From this moment, this hour, this day. 
 To send you adrift, bag and baggage, 
 
 I know is the only safe way.'* 
 And I poured out that tumbler of claret, 
 
 Poured it out, and not down, on the spot. 
 And all this you see was accomplished, 
 
 By a few sober moments of thought. 
 
 WIIAT WE WANT, 
 
 WE have scores of temperance men. 
 Bold and earnest, brave and true, 
 Fighting with the tongue and pen, 
 And we value w^hat they do. 
 But, my friends, 
 To gain our ends, 
 You must use the ballot, too. 
 
 When we tell about our cause, 
 Pohticians only smile ; 
 
54 Drops of Water, 
 
 While they mould and make our laws, 
 What care they for rank or file ? 
 *^ Preach and pray," 
 They sneer and say ; 
 "We'll make liquor laws the while/' 
 
 We want men who dare to fling 
 
 Party ties and bonds away ; 
 Who will cast them off, and cling 
 To the RIGHT, and boldly say, 
 " No beer bloats 
 Shall get our votes." 
 Then shall our cause gain the day. 
 
 THE TWO ARMIES. 
 
 ONCE over the ocean in distant lands, 
 In an age long past, were two hostile bands- 
 Two armies of men, both brave, both strong, 
 And their hearts beat high as they marched along 
 To fight the battle of right and wrong. 
 
The Tivo Armies. 55 
 
 Never, I think, did the Eye of heaven 
 Look down on two armies so nearly even 
 In well-trained soldiers, in strength and might. 
 But one was the Wrongs and one was the Right, 
 And the last was the stronger in heaven's sight. 
 And these hostile armies drew near, one night, 
 And pitched their tents on two hill-sides green, 
 AVith only the brow of a hill between. 
 
 With the first red beams of the morning light 
 Both knew would open the awful fight, 
 And one of the armies lay hushed and still. 
 And slept in the tents on the green side-hill. 
 Heart beat with heart : and they all were as one 
 In the thought of the battle to be begun 
 With the first bright glance of the morning sun. 
 Their aim was ignoble, their cause was wrong. 
 But they were tmited^ and so they were strong. 
 
 Not so the army just over the hill : 
 While the ranks of the foe were hushed and still 
 The ranks of the Right were torn with strife, 
 And with noise and confusion the air was rife. 
 
56 Drops of Water, 
 
 Disputes and quarrels, dissensions and jars, 
 And the sound of fighting, and civil wars; 
 And, ere the morning, brother and brother, 
 Instead of the enemy, fought with each other. 
 
 Over the hill, the foe, in glee, 
 
 Listened and laughed. '' Ho ho !" quoth he. 
 
 " There is strife in the enemy's ranks, I see, 
 
 And the bright red beams of the rising sun 
 
 Will see a victory easily won. 
 
 It matters little how strong the foe, 
 
 This is a truth we all do know : 
 
 There is no success without imity^ 
 
 However noble the cause may be. 
 
 The day is ours before it's begun. 
 
 Ho ! for the triumph so easily won." 
 
 And on the morrow, the ranks of the Right 
 
 Were routed and beaten, and put to flight. 
 
 And the AVrong was the victor, and gained the fight. 
 
 There are two armies abroad to-day. 
 As in the age that has passed away. 
 
The Tzvo Armies. 57 
 
 The makers, and venders, and patrons, and all 
 
 Who aid in the traffic of Alcohol, 
 
 These are the warriors, bold and strong, 
 
 Who swell the ranks of the army of Wrong. 
 
 And we are the soldiers, true and brave, 
 
 AVho are striving with heart and hand to save 
 
 The youths of our land from the deep, dark grave 
 
 That the foe is digging by day and by night. 
 
 Only 0716 thing can defeat the Right. 
 
 There is nothing but triumph for us, unless 
 
 DisseiisioJi^ that crafty foe to success, 
 
 Creeps into our ranks. Oh ! let us tmite ! 
 
 Let heart beat with heart as we enter the fight ; 
 
 Let the whole mighty army be one for the time, 
 
 And sweep on the foe in a column sublime 
 
 In its unity, earnestness, oneness, and might, 
 
 Till the foe stands aghast at the wonderful sight, 
 
 Till the enemy cowers and shivers, afraid 
 
 Of the awful approach of the grand cavalcade. 
 
 Close up the ranks, brothers ! sisters, draw near, 
 
 We are fighting one fight, we are all kinsmen here. 
 
 Closer, still closer ! in nearness lies might. 
 
 Love is our watchword — on to the fight ! 
 
58 Drops of Water. 
 
 IS IT WELI? 
 
 SAW you the youth, with the face like the mornmg, 
 Refilling the glass, that foamed white as the sea ? 
 Heard you the words that fell down like a warning, 
 " Lift not the glass : it holds sorrow for thee " ? 
 He heeds not nor listens : 
 The red liquor glistens, 
 And he sees not the fangs of the serpent beneath. 
 And the fiends are elated, 
 And the voice waileth " Fated,'' 
 As he drains out the glass : the dumb agent of death. 
 
 High had he set his mark. Fame, wealth, and glory, 
 
 All should be his ere the noon-tide of life. 
 A name that should live in the annals of story. 
 His was a heart that could battle with strife. 
 '^ Here's to youthful endeavor 1" 
 He cries. ^^ All ! for ever 
 Shall the ruddy glass cheer me on Hfe's rugged way. 
 There is strength for all trouble 
 In each air}'- bubble. 
 Who dares prate of danger and sorrow, I pray ?" 
 
Origin of the Liquor Dealer. 59 
 
 AVhere Is the youth with the face like the morning ? 
 
 Where are the hopes that glowed bright as the noon ! 
 He who had heard and obeyed not the warning, 
 Oh ! has he reaped the dire harvest so soon ? 
 
 He quaffed, all unheeding 
 
 The small voice's pleading, 
 And he lieth to-night in a dark prison cell. 
 
 This is his glory, 
 
 The name carved in story. 
 This has the red glass done. Say, is it well ? 
 
 ORIGIN OF THE LIQUOR DEALER. 
 
 THE devil in hell gave a festival, 
 And he called his imps from their wine- 
 Called them up from the ruddy cup, 
 And marshalled them into line. 
 And each to his place sprang the imps apace, 
 
 And they stood there, side by side. 
 " Now, listen well, O ye hosts of hell ! 
 And mark me," the devil cried. 
 
6o Drops of Water, 
 
 " There is work to do for all of you, 
 
 Held for this night in store. 
 Then stir up the fire, till it burneth higher 
 
 Than ever it burned before. 
 When the coals glow hot, set ye the pot 
 
 Half full of the best brimstone. 
 And three of the worst and the most accursed 
 
 Hell claimeth as its own 
 Of demons bring, when the pot shall sing, 
 
 And cast them into the boil.'* 
 Then over the region scattered the legion 
 
 Away to the fiendish toil. 
 
 They work with a will, and they work until 
 
 Three imps are aboil in the pot ; 
 And the devil stands, and stirs with his hands 
 
 The liquid, seething hot ; 
 And the demons revel around the devil 
 
 With many a fiendish shout, 
 Till he cries " Ho, ho !" and the demons go 
 
 And turn the liquid out. 
 
Origin of the Liquor Dealer. 6i 
 
 Turn it in, to a lake of gin, 
 
 Where the devil bathes, to cool. 
 Then lift it up, and turn on a cup 
 
 Of wine they dip from a pool. 
 Then they dip it in ale, till it turneth pale, 
 
 In beer, till it gloweth red. 
 It ? nay, he ! for the thing they see 
 
 Is a 7nan^ from heel to head. 
 
 And he clasps the hands of the devil who stands 
 
 Bowing before his face. 
 And he says, " Dear friend, will you please to send 
 
 A lad to show me my place ?'* 
 
 And the devil winks sly : and he says, " Ay, ay !" 
 
 Old fellow, I guess you'll do. 
 You can work more wrong with that oily tongue 
 
 Than all my malicious crew. 
 
 You must go to the earth ! In th' halls of mirth, 
 
 In the teeming city's heart — 
 In any place that you show your face 
 
 I will help you do your part. 
 
62 Drops of Water, 
 
 I will give you a name — it is steeped in shame, 
 
 But the world will use you well. 
 It is ^ Liquor Dealer.' It means soul stealer 
 
 And Major-General of Hell. 
 Go forth, my friend, and work to the end, 
 
 I will pay you in gleaming gold ; 
 For every soul you drown in the bowl, 
 
 I will give you wealth untold." 
 
 Then forth he went, this fiend hell-sent. 
 And he doeth his work to-day — 
 
 Doeth it well ; and the hosts of hell 
 Are singing his praise alway. 
 
 IN THE NIGHT, 
 
 IN the silent midnight watches, 
 AVlien the earth was clothed in gloom, 
 And the grim and awful darkness 
 Crept unbidden to my room — 
 
In the Night. 63 
 
 On the solemn, deathly stillness 
 Of the night, there broke a sound, 
 
 Like ten milUon wailing voices 
 Crying loudly from the ground. 
 
 From ten milHon graves came voices, 
 
 East and West, and North and South, 
 Leagues apart, and yet together 
 
 Spake they, e'en as with one mouth : 
 " Men and women ! men and women !" 
 
 Cried these voices from the ground, 
 x\nd the very earth was shaken 
 
 With the strange and awful sound — 
 
 " Ye who weep in selfish sorrow, 
 
 Ye who laugh in selfish mirth. 
 Hark ! and listen for a moment 
 
 To the voices from the earth : 
 Wake and listen ! ye who slumber, 
 
 Pause and listen ! ye who feast. 
 To the warning of the voices 
 
 From the graves in West and East. 
 
64 Brc/s cf ]Vj.:^/\ 
 
 " We, the victims of a demon, 
 
 We, who one. and each, and all. 
 
 Can en- ou: :ef:re high heaven, 
 ^We are si -a by alcohol!'— 
 
 Vre waa":, ::a } :a. youths and maidens, 
 Frra; :ae : :ah that we have trod — 
 
 Fr: a :ae ::a th:.: 'er^is to ruin, 
 Aaa -y. froai peace and God. 
 
 " We. the millions who have fallen, 
 
 Warn you from the rarhiy alow 
 Of the wine in silver g:.^e:s, 
 
 F:r r si ruction lies below. 
 Wine and gin, aiid ran: :.:.\i la':a:ay, 
 
 nese a:/.-e S-:ia: as aaa ces:r:ye;; us — 
 These the foes that brought us here. 
 
 •• • You are safe,' you say. Ah heaven ! 
 
 So we said, and drank, and died. 
 * We are safe !' we proudly boasted, 
 
 Yet we sank down in the tide. 
 
In the Night. 65 
 
 There is never any safety 
 
 From the snares of alcohol 
 For the youth who looks on liquor, 
 
 Tastes or touches it at all. 
 
 ^' We beseech you, men and women, 
 
 Fathers, mothers, sons, and wives, 
 To arise, and slay the demon 
 
 That is threatening dear ones' lives ! 
 Do not preach of moderation 
 
 To your children ; for, alas ! 
 There is not a foe more subtle 
 
 Than the fateful ^ social glass/ 
 
 ^^ Thoughtless mother, wife, or sister, 
 
 Dash that poison cup away ! 
 He, the husband, son, or brother 
 
 Who so gaily sips to-day, 
 May to-morrow stagger homeward. 
 
 Jeered and scorned by sober men. 
 Would you smile upon him proudly — 
 
 Would you say, ^ I did it,' then ? 
 
66 Drops of Water. 
 
 " Ah ! a vast and mighty number 
 
 Of the drunkards in all lands 
 Take the first step to destruction 
 
 Led by white and firagile hands. 
 Every smile you give the wine-cup, 
 
 Every glance, O lady fair ! 
 Like a spade, digs down and hollows out 
 
 A drunkard's grave somewhere. 
 
 *' Men in office, men in power, 
 
 Will you let this demon wild 
 Stalk unfettered through the nation, 
 
 Slaying woman, man, and child ? 
 Oh ! arouse, ye listless mortals, 
 
 There is work for every one ! 
 We have warned you of your danger — 
 
 We have spoken, we have done." 
 
 Round about me fell the silence 
 Of the solemn night once more, 
 
 And I heard the quiet ticking 
 Of the clock outside my door. 
 
The Dirge of the Winds. 6^ 
 
 It was not a dreamer's fancy, 
 
 Not a romance of my brain, 
 But the warning of the victims 
 
 That old Alcohol had slain. 
 
 THE DIRGE OF THE WINDS, 
 
 THE four winds of earth, the North, South, East, 
 and West, 
 Shrieked and groaned, sobbed and wailed, like the soul 
 
 of unrest. 
 I stood in the dusk of the twilight alone, 
 And heard them go by with a terrible moan. 
 '• What is it, O winds ! that is grieving you so ? 
 Come tell me your sorrow, and tell me your woe !" 
 " What is it ? " I questioned. They shuddered, and said : 
 " We mourn for the dead ! Oh ! we mourn for the dead — 
 
 ^' For the dishonored dead that the wine-cup has slain ; 
 For the wrecks that are lying on hill and on plain ; 
 For the beautiful faces, so young and so fair, 
 That are lying down under the green grasses there ; 
 
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 For the masterful minds and beautiful souls 
 
 That were shattered, and drowned, and debased in the 
 
 bowls; 
 For the graves that are scattered broadcast o'er the 
 
 land, 
 The graves that were dug by King Alcohors hand. 
 For the scenes that we saw, as we came on our way. 
 The sights and the sounds that degraded the day. 
 East and West, North and South, the tale is the same — 
 A tale of debasement, and sorrow, and shame. 
 And this is our sorrow, and this is our woe : 
 It is this, it is this, that is grie\'ing us so." 
 
 Three winds hushed their voices. The East wind alone 
 Told her tale in a moaning and sorrowful tone : 
 •* I came yesterday, from the great Eastern land, 
 Where the mountains are high and the cities are grand ; 
 But the de\'il walks there, night and day, in the streets. 
 And he offers red wine to each soul that he greets. 
 They drink, and the record of crimes and of sins, 
 And the record of shame and of sorrow begins. 
 I sped from the sin-burdened East to the West, 
 But I find not of balm for my agonized breast. 
 
Tlie Dirge of the Winds. 69 
 
 Wine blackens the West as it blackens the East." 
 And the voice of the wind sobbed and wailed as it 
 ceased. 
 
 ^' I come from the West !" another voice cried, 
 " Where the rivers are broad, and the prairies are wide. 
 There is vigor and strength in that beautiful land, 
 But the devil walks there with a bowl in his hand, 
 And the strongest grow weak, and the mightiest fall, 
 In the damnable reign of this King Alcohol." 
 
 He ceased, and another came mournfully forth. 
 And spake : " I came from the land of the North, 
 \Vhere the streamlets are ice and the hillocks are snow, 
 And little of passions in mortal veins flow. 
 But the devil walks there in that land, day and night, 
 And he covers his face with a mask that is white ; 
 And he smiles as he pours out the wine for his prey, 
 Nor counts up the legions he kills every day." 
 
 The voice of the South wind spoke now in a sigh : 
 <^ And I, too, can tell of the thousands that die 
 
70 Drops of Water, 
 
 By the hand of this king, in my soft, southern dime, 
 
 Where the sweet waters flow in a musical chime. 
 
 The devil walks there by King Alcohol's side, 
 
 And he pours out the ^\'ine till it flows in a tide ; 
 
 It rushes along with a gurgling sound, 
 
 x\nd thousands are caught in the current and drowned.' 
 
 Again the four winds cried aloud in their woe : 
 " It is this, it is this, that is grieving us so. 
 We see the mad legions go down to the grave, 
 Unable to warn them, unable to save, 
 We shriek and we groan, we shudder in pain. 
 For the souls that are lost, for the youths that are slain ; 
 And the river flows onward, the river wine-red. 
 And we mourn for the dead, oh I we mourn for the 
 dead." 
 
 '' ONE WAS TAKEN, AND ONE WAS LEEXr 
 
 TWO harvesters walked through the rows of 
 corn, 
 Down to the ripe wheat fields, one morn. 
 
** One was Taken, and One ivas Left.'" 71 
 
 Both were fair, in the flush of youth, 
 With hearts of courage and eyes of truth — 
 Fair and young, with the priceless wealth 
 Of strength, and beauty, and glowing health. 
 
 Loud and clear was their mellow song 
 On the morning air, as they strode along. 
 And the reaper clashed on its yellow track. 
 And the song of the driver answered back 
 To the harvesters, as they bound the wheat 
 That sheaf on sheaf lay at their feet. 
 
 High rose the sun o'er the golden plain, 
 And the binders rested by the grain, 
 And sitting there, 'neath a friendly shade. 
 Each quenched the thirst that their labor made ; 
 But one drank from the water mug. 
 And the other from the whiskey jug. 
 
 Back to their tasks went the binders twain. 
 Binding the sheaves of the yellow grain. 
 On sped the reaper, to and fro 
 Slaying the wheat with a cruel blow. 
 
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 Leaving it slaughtered, rank on rank — 
 And again the binders paused and drank. 
 
 Higher and hotter rose the sun : 
 
 On sped the moments, one by one — 
 
 And again the binders stopped and quaffed 
 
 From the mug and the jug a coohng draught. 
 
 And slowly, slowly they bound the w^heat 
 
 As the sun shone down with its scorching heat. 
 
 Slower, still slower, one youth goes round : 
 He falls — he lieth upon the ground. 
 A cry for help, and the workmen come 
 And carry their stricken comrade home. 
 ^* And one is taken, and one is left." 
 Weepeth the mother, " I am bereft." 
 
 One youth alone, on another morn. 
 Walks to the field through the rows of corn. 
 He who drank of the sparkling tide 
 Walketh still in his manhood's pride ; 
 But he who drank from the jug lies low. 
 Dead; in the morn of his manhood's glow. 
 
V/ere 1 Man Grown. 73 
 
 WERE I MAN GROWN. 
 
 WERE I man grown, I'd stand 
 With clean heart, ooul, and hand, 
 An honor to this land. 
 
 I would be good and true. 
 I would not smoke and chew 
 As many grown men do. 
 
 Tobacco .s foul stuff. 
 
 Hogs root it from the trough. 
 
 And serve it right enough. 
 
 I wish I'd every seed 
 
 And plant of that bad weed, 
 
 I'd make a fire indeed ! 
 
 And these two lips of mine 
 Should never taste of wi?ie^ 
 Though it might glow and shine. 
 
74 Drops of Wate7\ 
 
 No wine, no beer, no gin, 
 
 No ale, no rum — within 
 
 Each drink lurk shame and sin. 
 
 And I'd not swear. Ah ! when 
 AVe boys grow into men, 
 You'll see true manhood then. 
 
 For we shall be and do 
 
 Just what I've said ; and you 
 
 Had better try it, too. 
 
 THE TEMPERANCE ARMY, 
 
 THOUGH you see no banded army, 
 Though you hear no cannons rattle. 
 We are in a mighty contest, 
 We are fighting a great battle. 
 AVe are few, but we are right : 
 And we wage the holy fight, 
 Night and day, and day and night. 
 
Tlie Temperance Army, 75 
 
 If we do not fail or falter, 
 
 If we do not sleep or slumber, 
 We shall win in this great contest, 
 Though the foe is twice our number. 
 This the burden of our song, 
 *' We are few, but we are strong, 
 And right must triumph over wrong." 
 
 O my sisters ! O my brothers ! 
 
 There is death all round about us. 
 Must we, then, sit down discouraged ? 
 AVill you let the wine- cup rout us ? 
 Hear the drunkard's awful wail ! 
 See the mourners, bowed and pale ! 
 Will you, coward; then say ^' fail " ? 
 
 Say not that your heart is with us 
 
 When you do not help or aid us. 
 VU who love the cause sincerely 
 Can do something : God has made us 
 Tongues to talk with : you can say 
 Something, if you will, each day, 
 That will help us on our way, 
 
76 Drops of Water, 
 
 Though you are not highly gifted, 
 
 Though you are not bard or poet, 
 
 Though you cannot preach or lecture, 
 
 You can love the cause, and show it 
 
 Boldlv, in each tiling vou do. 
 
 Seeking all that's pure and true, 
 
 TJiis will be a help from you. 
 
 You can say the liquor traffic 
 
 Is a curse to any nation ; 
 You can say that prohibition 
 Is a blessing and salvation. 
 
 You can sow good seeds, and, though 
 You may never see them grow, 
 They will not be lost, I know. 
 
 In this mignty temperance contest. 
 Where no guns or cannons rattle, 
 Though you cannot lead the army 
 Or be chieftain of the battle, 
 
 With that mighty sword, the tongue^ 
 You can fight against the wrong, 
 You can sing some temperance song. 
 
Older than You, jy 
 
 Say not that you cannot aid us ! 
 
 Drops of water make the river — 
 Make the mighty Mississippi, 
 That flows on and on for ever. 
 Every word you say for Right 
 Gives us courage, gives us might, 
 And brings nearer, morn and night. 
 
 OLDER THAN YOU, 
 
 WE are younger in j'^^^;-^ / Yes, that is true ; 
 But in some things we are older than you. 
 For instance, you sometimes say with a smile, 
 " It will do to drink wine once in a while." 
 We say, " It will not do at all f 
 Wine is an imp of old Alcohol. 
 So are gin and beer, and cider, too. 
 If you drink up them^ they will eat up yoic, 
 
 '^ Cider is not a strong drink," you say. 
 Ah ! but, my friend, it opens the way 
 
/S Drops of Water. 
 
 For brandy and whiskey to follow fast. 
 It has done it many a time in the past. 
 It tempts and teases the appetite. 
 . Let it alone, boys, keep to the right ; 
 Onward and upward we mean to go. 
 Heaven is reached that way, you know. 
 
 People who drink are behind the time. 
 They are back with darkness, and woe, and crime. 
 This age i'^ progressive. You people who drink, 
 Though ever so little, just pause and think — 
 Think of the anguish that liquor makes ; 
 Think of the hearts that it burdens and breaks. 
 Let it alone : stop drinking to-day — 
 This is what we, the children, say. 
 
 OXE JJVJ/AX'S MEMORY, 
 
 HERE is a lock of his soft, dark hair. 
 And here are the letters he wrote to me. 
 And the ring of gold that I used to wear 
 Is here in the casket — see I 
 
One Womaii's Memory. '/g 
 
 I put them away ten years ago. 
 
 " What is it," you ask, " did I love in vain ? 
 Was my lover unfaithful ?" No, oh ! no. 
 
 My heart was s:^ared that pain. 
 
 He died in the bloom of his manhood's youth. 
 
 You say I have his memory, friend ; 
 That he is not dead, but lives, in truth ; 
 
 Wait till you hear the end. 
 Death in itself is a little thing, 
 
 It is only passing from here to there ; 
 But a death of shame has a bitter sting 
 
 That makes it hard to bear. 
 
 He was good and true as a man could be, 
 
 Noble and pure, when I loved him first ; 
 But all of his race were cursed, you see, 
 
 With a fiery, craving thirst. 
 And the tempter, morning and noon and nighty 
 
 Was placed in his path by a mother's hand. 
 The woe of wine, and its blasting blight, 
 
 She did not understand. 
 
8o Drops of Water, 
 
 I did not know, or I did not think, 
 
 Of the awful shame that was hidden there 
 When I saw him hft the glass, and drink 
 
 To the health of his " lady fair." 
 I knew and I thought when it was too late. 
 
 I reached out my hands, but I could not save. 
 He hurried on to his fearful fate, 
 
 And sank in a drunkard's grave. 
 
 He was good, and kind, and true, but weak 
 
 When the ruby wine danced o'er the brim. 
 And woe is me that I did not speak 
 
 One warning word to him ! 
 If I had but told him to cast away. 
 
 To touch not and taste not the mocker, wine, 
 I need not have felt as I feel to-day 
 
 That blood stains these hands of mine. 
 
 O ye who have friends on the awful brink 
 That hangs o'er the river of ruin and death ! 
 
 When you see them lift the glass, oh ! think 
 Of the jagged rocks beneath. 
 
In Memoriam. 8i 
 
 Reach out a hand ere the deed is done. 
 
 Send forth a cry in the dear Lord's name. 
 Oh ! stand not aloof while a precious one 
 
 Speeds down to a grave of shame. 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 [A tribute to the memory of Thurlow W. Brown, who devoted his 
 life to the cauee of temperance, and whose truly marvellous labors and. 
 sacrifices for that causs are but half understood or appreciated.] 
 
 LOOKING some papers over, 
 Dusty and dim and old, 
 I found some words that thrilled me 
 With their ring of genuine gold — 
 Words that were better than rubks, 
 And they stirred me even to tears, 
 For the hand that wrote them has rested 
 Under the sod for years. 
 
 O name to be spoken sofdy ! 
 
 O sainted Thurlow Brown ! 
 The world lost one of its heroes 
 
 When he dropped the cross for the crown. 
 
&2 Drops of Water. 
 
 And the cause he loved and fought for 
 Lost more than my tongue can tell 
 
 For he left no soul behind him 
 That could do the work so well. 
 
 When I think of his mighty labors, 
 
 My own seem weak and vain, 
 And I know that his place in the vineyard 
 
 Can never be filled again. 
 But the burning words that he uttered, 
 
 Or that dropped like coals from his pen, 
 Shall live for ever and ever 
 
 In the hearts and minds of men. 
 
 O God ! if spirits do ever 
 
 Come down from heaven on high, 
 Let the spirit of this great hero 
 
 Sometimes be hovering nigh ; 
 And give him the power to guide us 
 
 In all that we do or say 
 For the cause he loved and fought for. 
 
 Oh ! grant it. Lord, I pray. 
 
Haunted. 8 j 
 
 HA UNTED. 
 
 WHAT are these nameless mysteries, 
 These subtleties of life and death, 
 That bring before our spirit eyes 
 
 The loved and lost ; or, like a breath 
 Of lightest air, will touch the cheek, 
 And yet a wordless language speak ? 
 
 In every breeze that blows, to-day. 
 One voice seems speaking unto me ; 
 
 And north or south, whichever way 
 I turn my gaze, one face I see, 
 
 And closely, closely at my side 
 
 A mystic shadow seems to glide. 
 
 A motley crowd we move among, 
 We surge on with the mighty mass. 
 
 And yet no one in all the throng 
 Looks strangely on us as we pass. 
 
 No eye but mine own seems to see 
 
 The nameless thing that walks by me. 
 
84 Drops of Water. 
 
 I cannot touch a proffered hand 
 
 But this strange shadow ghdes between. 
 
 AVhy came he from the spirit land ? 
 
 What brought him from the world unseen ? 
 
 Why am I troubled and oppressed 
 
 By the vague presence of my guest ? 
 
 He was my friend ! ^ I should rejoice ! 
 
 I loved him once ! Why do I fear ? 
 And vet I shudder as his voice 
 
 Speaks in the wind. I feel him near, 
 This restless spirit of the dead, 
 And shiver with a nameless dread. 
 
 I loved him once ; he was my friend ; 
 
 He held the first place in my heart, 
 And might have held it to the end. 
 
 But our two ways spread wide apart : 
 I kept the path upon the hill, 
 And he went down and down, until 
 
Haunted, 85 
 
 He reached the depths of slii and shame, 
 
 And died as sots and drunkards die. 
 I ceased to even speak his name. 
 
 God knows I never thought that I, 
 Who blamed his lack of moral strength, 
 Might answer for his fall, at length ! 
 
 restless dead, lost friend of mine ! 
 
 I might have saved you, had I tried. 
 
 1 saw you lift the glass of wine, 
 
 And, seeing, had I warned you, cried, 
 " Touch not, taste not the drink accursed !" 
 I might have saved you from the thirst 
 
 That swallowed up your brain and soul. 
 
 But nay ! I scorned you when you fell, 
 And, looking upward to my goal. 
 
 Left you to stagger down to hell. 
 Accusing spirit of the dead, 
 Your presence fills my heart with dread ! 
 
86 Drops of Water. 
 
 SLAIN, 
 
 HOLLOW a grave where the willows wave, 
 And lay him under the grasses, 
 Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from the seas, 
 And murmurs a chant as it passes. 
 
 Lay the beautiful face and the form of grace 
 
 Away from the gaze of mortal. 
 Let us hope that his soul has gained the goal 
 
 Over the shining portal. 
 
 Hope ! Ah ! we thrill with a terrible chill. 
 
 Ah ! pen, can you tell the story 
 Of the one who died in his manhood's pride, 
 
 Slain in the morn of his glory ? 
 
 There's a blemish of shame on the dear one's name, 
 
 For he died as the drunkard dieth. 
 The ruddy wine-mug was the fiend who dug 
 
 The grave where our darling lieth. 
 
Arise. 87 
 
 O God ! and his soul, Avas it lost in the bowl ? 
 
 Has it gone where the wicked goeth ? 
 Shall he bear the sin, and the tempter go in 
 
 Where the beautiful city gloweth ? 
 
 Hush ! O my heart 1 act well thy part, 
 
 Nor question a Father's kindness, 
 And strive not to see the thing hid from thee 
 
 By a veil of earthly blindness. 
 
 But all through the wine may there shimmer and 
 shine. 
 
 As it glimmers and glows in the glasses, 
 A coffin and grave, and the willows that wave 
 
 Over our dead *neath the grasses. 
 
 ARISE. 
 
 WHY sit ye idly dreaming all the day, 
 While the golden, precious hours flit away ? 
 See you not the day is waning, waning fast? 
 That the morn's already vanished in the past ? 
 
88 Drops of Water. 
 
 When the glowing noon approaches, we will rest 
 Who have worked through all the morning; but at best, 
 If you work with zeal and ardor till the night, 
 You can only make the wasted moments right. 
 
 Think you life was made for dreaming, nothing more. 
 When God's work hes all unfinished at your doer ? 
 Souls to save and hearts to strengthen — ah ! such work, 
 Such a richlv freisfhted labor, who would shirk ? 
 
 Then arise, O idle dreamer ! Dreams are sweet, 
 But better flowers are erowins; at vour feet. 
 If you crush, or pass unheeding, idle friend, 
 You shall answer for their ruin in the end. 
 
 GOOD TEMPLARS' SONG. 
 
 AIR — ^^ O SUSANNAH !" 
 
 "X/E soldiers in the temperance cause, 
 A Our work is but begun. 
 
 Oh ! sit not down in idleness 
 And think the field is won. 
 
Good Templars' Sojig. 89 
 
 Our lambs are straying from the fold, 
 
 The wolves are on the track : 
 Oh ! can you sit and see them go, 
 
 Nor strive to bring them back ? 
 
 Chorus : O Good Templars ! 
 
 There's work for us to-day. 
 Then gird your armor on agam, 
 And only pause to pray. 
 
 Whichever way the eye may turn, 
 
 It sees the rum-shop stand 
 With open door and flowing bowl, 
 
 A viper in the land. 
 The grapes are hanging from the vines, 
 
 All ready for the press. 
 Before, behind, on every side 
 
 Are seeds of drunkenness. 
 
 Our foes are all untiring. 
 
 But God is with the right, 
 And we will conquer at the last — 
 
 Then onward to the fight! 
 
90 Drops of Water. 
 
 Ay, onward to the battle-field, 
 Each woman, child, and man ! 
 
 King Alcohol shall yet go down 
 With all his demon clan. 
 
 IF. 
 
 IF wine was banished fi:om the earth, 
 How much of sorrow would be slain ! 
 How much of misery and pain, 
 If wine was nowhere on the earth ! 
 
 If rum was driven from the land, 
 How many tears would be unshed ! 
 "What bitter words would be unsaid. 
 
 If rum was nowhere in the land ! 
 
 If in this weary world of ours 
 
 Foul whiskey drinks were n'bt distilled, 
 How many graves would be unfilled 
 
 In this strange, weary world of ours ? 
 
Breakers, 91 
 
 If ale was nowhere to be found, 
 How much of sin would never be ! 
 
 How much of woe and misery, 
 If ale was nowhere to be found ! 
 
 Were all the liquor rivers dried, 
 
 This earth would be an Eden land. 
 With peace and joy on every hand, 
 
 Were all the liquor rivers dried. 
 
 O Heaven ! speed the blessed day, 
 And send a mighty, scorching drouth, 
 And dry these streams from north to south. 
 
 O Heaven ! speed the blessed day ! 
 
 BREAKERS, 
 
 WHEN you launch your bark for sailing 
 On the sea of life, O youth ! 
 Clothe your heart and soul and spirit 
 In the blessed garb of Truth. 
 
92 . Drops of Water, 
 
 Guard your every word and action : 
 
 Never do and never say 
 Aught you cannot meet Avith pleasure 
 
 On the mighty judgment-day. 
 
 You will meet with rocks and breakers- 
 Cards and wine the most to fear. 
 
 Do not pause nor linger by them, 
 For the devil lurketh near. 
 
 Cards and wine, the two great breakers 
 That have wTecked so many souls — 
 
 Wrecked and shattered, lost to heaven, 
 At the table — in the bowls. 
 
 O young man ! life is before you, 
 Shun the road that leads to death, 
 
 God will guide you if you ask him : 
 " Seek me — here I am !" he saith. 
 
 Turn to him in all temptations, 
 He will help and he will save. 
 
 When you feel your courage failing, 
 He will make you strong and brave. 
 
Dont Tease the Lion. 9.3 
 
 DON'T TEASE THE LION. 
 
 IF you saw a lion 
 Not within a cage, 
 Would you tease and fret him 
 
 Till he roared in rage ? 
 Would you tempt his anger 
 
 And his savage power, 
 Knowing he could crush you, 
 Kill you, and devour ? 
 
 Yet I know some people 
 
 Who, morn and noon and night, 
 Tease and fret with bitters 
 
 The lion — appetite. 
 It matters not what ails them, 
 
 For each disease and all 
 They seem to think there's healing 
 
 In demon alcohol. 
 
 So they fret the lion, 
 
 And anger him, until, 
 In his awful power. 
 
 He springs up to kill. 
 
94 Drops of Water, 
 
 Let me warn you, children, 
 From this foolish way. 
 
 Do not tease the lion, 
 Nor tempt him any day. 
 
 Don't believe the doctors 
 
 If they say you need 
 Any wines or ciders ; 
 
 For there are, indeed, 
 Better cures, and safer, 
 
 Than these drinks, that slay 
 More than a hundred people 
 
 AVithout fail each day. 
 
 ''GIVE US A CALLr 
 
 [Suggested by seeing these words in a saloon advertisement.] 
 
 GIVE us a call ! AVe keep good beer, 
 Wine, and brandy, and whiskey here ; 
 Our doors are open to boys and men. 
 And even to women, now and then. 
 We lighten their purses, we taint their breaths, 
 AVe swell up the column of awful deaths ; 
 
'' Give Us a CallT 95 
 
 All kinds of crimes 
 
 We sell for dimes 
 In our sugared poisons, so sweet to taste ! 
 If youVe money, position, or name to waste, 
 
 Give us a call ! 
 
 Give us a call ! In a pint of our gin, 
 AVe sell more wickedness, shame, and sin 
 Than a score of clergymen, preaching all day 
 From dawn till darkness, could preach away, 
 And in our beer (though it may take longer 
 To get a man drunk than drinks that are stronger) 
 We sell out poverty, sorrow, and woe — 
 Who wants to purchase ? Our prices are low. 
 Give us a call ! 
 
 Give us a call ! We'll dull your brains, 
 W^e'll give you headaches and racking pains, 
 AVe'll make you old while you yet are young, 
 To lies and slander we'll train your tongue. 
 
 We'll make you a shirk 
 
 From ail useful work. 
 
96 Drops of Water, 
 
 Make theft and forgery seem fair play, 
 And murder a pastime sure to pay. 
 Give us a call ! 
 
 Give us a call ! AVe are cunning and wise, 
 We're bound to succeed ; for we advertise 
 In \\\Q family papers / the journals that claim 
 To be pure in morals and fair of fame. 
 Husbands, brothers, and sons will read 
 Our kind invitation, and some will heed 
 
 And give us a call ! 
 
 '^Q pay for all 
 The space in the paper we occupy. 
 And there's little in this life that money won't buy 
 
 If you would go down in the world, and not up, 
 If you would be slain by the snake in the cup, 
 
 Or lose your soul 
 
 In the flowing bowl, 
 
 If you covet shame 
 
 And a blasted name, 
 
 Give us a call ! 
 
Is it Best? 97 
 
 IS IT BEST ? 
 
 O MOTHER who sips sweetened liquors ! 
 Look down at the child on your breast ; 
 Think, think of the rough path before him, 
 
 And ask yourself then, " Is it best ? 
 Shall I foster a love for this poison. 
 
 Instil the thirst into ///^ veins ? 
 In the fountain he seeks at my bosom 
 
 Sow the rank seeds of death, grief, and pains? 
 
 " Shall I give him the thirst of the drunkard, 
 
 Bequeath hmi the weapons of crime ? 
 Can we look for a glass of j^ure water 
 
 Dipped up from a fountain of slime? 
 Can we look for brave men, strong and noble, 
 
 Where the parents drink poison for food ? 
 When the body and soul are corrupted, 
 
 Can we look for the works to be good ?" 
 
 Oh ! think of the future before him ! 
 
 There are perils you cannot remove. 
 Yet this, the great highway of sorrow — 
 
 Oh ! guard him from this with your love. 
 
98 Drops of Water, 
 
 There are rough paths enough in the future 
 For the feet of the child on your breast ; 
 
 And lower the glass you are lifting, 
 And ask yourself, then, *' Is it best ?" 
 
 NEW YEAR, 
 
 THE New Year dawns again upon the earth, 
 And all our land re-echoes with its mirth. 
 From east to west, from north to south, we hear 
 The sounds of merriment and goodly cheer — 
 With feast and revelry, with dance and song, 
 The golden hours slip happily along, 
 And eyes are bright, and hearts are blithe and gay. 
 And all seems well upon this New Year Day. 
 
 Alas ! alas ! all is not well ; for, oh ! 
 
 White hands will plant the seeds of sin and woe — 
 
 Fair maids, with smiles and glances half divine, 
 
 Will lift the muddy glass of poison wine 
 
 To manly lips, and plead of them to quaff. 
 
 And loud will grow the careless jest and laugh ; 
 
Neiv Year, 99 
 
 And firm resolves, that gird up manly hearts 
 To brave the devil and withstand his arts, 
 Will fail before these fiends in forms so sweet, 
 And they will drain the glass and think it meet. 
 
 O shame too deep for tongue or pen to tell ! 
 That woman opens wide the door of hell 
 For man to enter — woman, who should be 
 As true as truth and pure as purity. 
 
 But when they pass the drunkard in the street, 
 They lift their robes, lest they shall touch his feet. 
 And turn from him with scornful eye and lip. 
 Forgetting that perchance some maiden bade him sip — 
 Bade him with thrilling glance and tender tone, 
 Until the deadly habit, mighty grown, 
 Had mastered all his manhood, and he fell 
 Tower and lower to the depths of hell. 
 
 Go shout aloud fair woman's shame, O wind ! 
 Tell it to nature, and to all mankind. 
 To hill and vale, and every forest tree. 
 To bird and beast, and to the mighty sea ; 
 
ICO Drops of Water, 
 
 .\iid let them all unite and sing her shame, 
 Until, with streaming eyes and cheeks aflame, 
 She makes a vow, and calls on God to hear, 
 That evermore her record shall be clear, 
 And she, -with all her strength, will strive to save 
 Instead of aiding to the drunkard's grave. 
 
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 WORK FOR WOMAX, 
 OMAN, sitting at your ease, 
 
 In the midst of luxunes. 
 Bound by chains of selfishness, 
 With no aim but '* how to dress,'' 
 Does the thought ne'er come to you 
 Of the thing that you cotild do ? 
 
 Could, and yet do not, 
 To crush out the liquor trade, 
 That is making, and has made. 
 Sin and shame, and vroe and tears 
 In our land, for years and years — 
 
 Have you never thought ? 
 
Work for Woman. loi 
 
 You will chat for hours and hours 
 Over ribbons, silks, and flowers, 
 But you will not talk or think 
 Of this growing evil — drink. 
 You will weep and smile and laugh 
 Over trashy books of chaff, 
 
 But you will not read 
 Any truthful temperance tale. 
 '- They are all so dry and stale — 
 Just the same old thing," you say 
 As you yawn, and turn away 
 
 From the truths you need. 
 
 You have time for rout, and ball, 
 
 Concert, theatre, and all 
 
 Lectures, save on this one theme. 
 
 *• Oh ! these temperance lectures seem 
 
 So extremely dull," you cry, 
 
 With a listless air and eye. 
 
 O my friend ! forsake 
 That absorbing theme of dress, 
 Drop Tor once your selfishness, 
 
102 Drops of Water, 
 
 Think of all there is to do ! 
 See the work that waits for you ! 
 I'd ! arouse ! awake I 
 
 There are men for you to save 
 From tiie wretched drunkard's grave. 
 There are feet that strayed away 
 Into paths of sin one day. 
 You can bring them, if you will, 
 To the paths upon the hill. 
 
 There's enough to do I 
 There's much to do and little done, 
 AVomen, sisters, every one. 
 Lend a helping hand, nor shirk 
 Any part of God's great work. 
 
 Come ! we've need of vou ! 
 
 THERRS WORK TO BE DOXE, 
 
 ^^ 1 ^IS the song of the morning, 
 A The words of the sun, 
 
 As he swings o'er the mountains : 
 •• There's work to be done : 
 
There s Work to be Done, 103 
 
 I must wake up the sleepers, 
 
 And banish the night ; 
 I must paint up the heavens, 
 
 Tuck the stars out of sight ; 
 
 "- Dry the dew on the meadows, 
 
 Put warmth in the air, 
 Chase the fog from the lowlands. 
 
 Stay gloom everywhere. 
 No pausing, no resting, 
 
 There's work to be done. 
 It is upward and onward, 
 
 Still on," says the sun. 
 
 'Tis the song of our soldiers 
 
 Who bravely march on : 
 " There are souls to be gathered. 
 
 There's work to be done : 
 We must wake up the sleepers, 
 
 And teach them to think ; 
 We must paint in full horrors 
 
 The breakers of drink ; 
 
I04 Drops of Water. 
 
 " Dry the tears of the mourners, 
 
 Put the cups out of sight, 
 And, Eastward and Westward, 
 
 Proclaim, ^ There is hght.* 
 'Tis the Marseillaise of Progress- 
 
 There's work to be done," 
 The song of our soldiers, 
 
 The song of the sun. 
 
 THE LODGE-ROOM, 
 
 DON'T bring into the lodge-room 
 Anger, and spite, and pride. 
 Drop at the gate of the temple 
 
 The strife of the world outside. 
 Forget all your cares and trials, 
 
 Forget every selfish sorrow, 
 And remember the cause you meet for, 
 And haste ye the glad to-morrow. 
 
TJu LodgC'Rooin. 105 
 
 Drop at the gate of the temple 
 
 Envy, and spite, and gloom. 
 Don't bring personal quarrels 
 
 And discord into the room. 
 Forget the slights of a sister, 
 
 Forget the wrongs of a brother, 
 And remember the new commandment, 
 
 That ye all love one another. 
 
 Bring your heart into the lodge-room, 
 
 But leave yoursejjf outside. 
 That is, your personal feelings, 
 
 Ambition, vanity, pride. 
 Centre each thought and power 
 
 On the cause for which you assemble. 
 Fetter the demon liquor, 
 
 And make ve the traffic tremble. 
 
 Ay ! to fetter and to chain him, 
 And cast him under our feet, 
 
 This is the end we aim at. 
 
 The object for which we meet. 
 
io6 Drops of Water, 
 
 Then don't bring into the lodge-room. 
 
 Envy, or strife, or pride, 
 r aught that will mar our ui 
 But leave them all outside. 
 
 THEORY AXD PRACTICE, 
 
 THE man of God stands, on the Sabbath-day, 
 Warnins: the sinners from the broad his:hwav 
 That leads to death. He rolls his pious eye. 
 And tells how wily demons hidden lie 
 To spring upon the thoughtless souls who pass 
 Along. He lifts his hands, and cries, '' Alas ! 
 That such things be I O sinners ! pause ; 
 
 Gird on God's armor \ let the devil see 
 Thou hast espoused a high and holy cause, 
 
 And all his arts are powerless on thee." 
 
 'Tis thus the man of God in warning cries, 
 And tears of heart-felt sorrow fill his eyes ; 
 And then he doffs his surplice and his gown, 
 And calls for luine to wash his sorrow down. 
 
Theory and Practice, 107 
 
 Ah ! follower of the meek and lowly One, 
 And is it thus that thou wouldst have men shun 
 The road to death ? Is this the better way, 
 Of which thou tellest on the Sabbath-day ? 
 This wine you sip to quench your pious thirst, 
 Of all the devil's arts, he reckons y^r^/. 
 And countless legions go down to the dead. 
 Slain soul and body by the demon red. 
 Is this the holy principle you teach ? 
 Or shall men practise, while you only preach ? 
 
 The righteous churchman reads a tale of strife, 
 
 One of those countless tragedies of city life ; 
 
 He sighs, and shakes his head, and sighs again, 
 
 And thanks his God he's not as other men. 
 
 And then he sips his glass of ale or rum. 
 
 And wonders if the time shall ever come 
 
 When such things cease to be. I answer, ^* When 
 
 You who bear the names of Christian men 
 
 Shall with your wines, and ales, and beers dispense, 
 
 And choose the motto, ^ Total Abstinence.' " 
 
 The politician sighs at the nation's debt, 
 And groans at his heavy tax. And yet 
 
io8 Drops of Water. 
 
 He calls his jolly friends from near and far, 
 
 And does not sigh or groan before the bar, 
 
 But '' treats " them with a free and lavish hand, 
 
 Thus swelling the liquor tax upon the land. 
 
 And so the world goes ; and will always go 
 
 As long as fools live. And their lives are long, 
 
 As all may see who look around, and so 
 
 I'll let it waggle on, and cease my song, 
 
 Hoping 'gainst hope, that some poor struggUng ray 
 
 Of common sense may find its weary way 
 
 Into the stupid hearts and brains of those 
 
 Who prate oimiy evil this world knows, 
 
 And sip their wines and beer, and say to men, 
 
 *^ We only drink a little — now and then." 
 
 NATIONAL ANNIVERSARY ODE, 
 
 HO ! for the day in the whole year the brightest 1 
 Long may it live in the heart of the nation ! 
 Long may it be ere the names are forgotten 
 
 That boldly were signed to the grand declaration ! 
 
National Anniversary Ode, 109 
 
 Shout, sons of liberty ! shout for the one land free 
 
 Under the sun ! 
 On this thrice blessed day its bonds were struck away, 
 
 Its thongs undone ! 
 
 Ho ! for our banner, the emblem of freedom ! 
 What can arouse a true hero's devotion— 
 What like the Stars and Stripes, floating above us ? 
 Queen of all lands, and the peer of the ocean. 
 Oh ! it is fair to see, oh ! it is dear to me, 
 
 Flag of the brave 1 
 Time's wheel shall cease to move, true hearts shall cease 
 to love. 
 Ere it cease to wave. 
 
 But there's a blemish now staining our banner ! 
 The bright stars are dimmed, and the fair stripes 
 are spotted, 
 With the tears of the drunkard's wife, mother, and 
 
 children. 
 With hot tears of shame is our flag blurred and blotted. 
 Victims of tyranny, strike till our land is free 
 From King Alcohol ; 
 
no Drops of Water. 
 
 Strike down his whelps of sin, rum, brandy, beer, and gin— 7 
 Strangle them all. 
 
 Up to the contest, and wipe out this blemish ! 
 
 Columbia's son^ and Columbia's daughter, 
 God speed the day when the one *' Land of Freedom " 
 Shall add to its tide the '' Land of Cold Water " ! 
 Three cheers for Columbia, and this, her natal day ! 
 
 God bless the right. 
 And guard from a traitor's hand, this our beloved land, 
 And the Red, Blue, and White ! 
 
 July 4th, 1871. 
 
 WHERE ARE THE TEMPERANCE PEOPLE? 
 
 IN REPLY TO A QUERY. 
 
 WHERE are the temperance people ? 
 Well, scattered here and there: 
 Some gathering in their produce 
 To show at the autumn fair ; 
 Some threshing wheat for market, 
 
 And others threshing rye. 
 That will go to the fat distiller 
 For whiskey by-and-by. 
 
Where are the Temperance People ? i iT 
 
 And some are selling their hop crops 
 
 At a first-rate price, this year, 
 And the seller pockets the money, 
 
 While the drunkard swallows the beer. 
 And some " stamich temperance workers "(?) 
 
 Who'd do anything for the cause, 
 Save to give it a dime or a moment, 
 
 Or work for temperance laws. 
 
 May be seen from now to election. 
 
 Near any tavern stand 
 Where liquor flows in plenty. 
 
 With a voter on either hand. 
 And these temperance office-seekers 
 
 That we hear of far and near 
 Are the ones who furnish the money 
 
 That buys the lager-beer. 
 
 But these are only the black sheep 
 
 Who want the temperance name 
 Without living up to the precepts, 
 
 And so bring themselves to shame. 
 
112 Drops of Water, 
 
 And the true, brave temperance people, 
 Who have the cause at heart, 
 
 Are doing the work that's nearest, 
 Each his allotted part : 
 
 Some hfting the fallen drunkard, 
 
 Some preaching unto men, 
 Some aiding the cause with money, 
 
 And others with the pen. 
 Each has a different mission, 
 
 Each Avorks in a different way. 
 But their works shall melt together 
 
 In one grand result, some day. 
 
 And one, our chief (God bless him) , 
 
 Is working day and night : 
 With his sword of burning eloquence, 
 
 He is fighting the noble fight. 
 Whether in lodge or convention, 
 
 Whether at home or abroad, 
 He is reaping a golden harvest 
 
 To lay at the feet of God. 
 
The Cry of the People. 1 1 3 
 
 Where are the temperance people ? 
 
 All scattered here and there, 
 Sowmg the seeds of righteous deeds, 
 
 That the harvest may be fair. 
 
 THE CRY OF THE PEOPLE. 
 
 FIRE ! Fire ! Fire ! the cry rang out on the night air, 
 The roving winds caught it up, and the very 
 heavens resounded. 
 Louder and louder still, by voices grown hoarse with 
 
 terror, 
 The cry went up and out and a nation stood still to listen. 
 
 '' Come, for the love of God, and help us fight the demon! 
 
 Come and help us to chain the fiend that is making us 
 homeless : 
 
 His hot and scorching breath has melted our hard- 
 earned fortunes, 
 
 And, not contented with this, he is snatching our loved 
 ones from us. 
 
1 14 Drops of Water. 
 
 The air is thick with the stream that pours in clouds 
 
 from his nostrils : 
 Come, for the love of God, and help us to fetter or slay 
 
 him." 
 
 The ear of the Nation heard, the heart of the Nation re- 
 sponded : 
 
 The smith left anvil and forge, and hastened to render 
 assistance; 
 
 The clergyman went from the pulpit, the lawyer went 
 from his office. 
 
 The houses of trade Avere closed, and a Nation was in 
 commotion. 
 
 For the hungry tongue of Fire was lapping the skirts 
 of the city, 
 
 The royal Queen of the West, and her people were cry- 
 ing in anguish. 
 
 Nobly and well they worked, till they chained and fet- 
 tered the demon. 
 
 Bound him hand and foot, and hindered his work of 
 destruction. 
 
The Cry of the People. 115 
 
 Over the land on wires, over the mighty cable, 
 Flashed the terrible truth : '' Ruin and destitution 
 Reigns where but yesterday there was lavish wealth 
 
 and plenty." 
 And up from the South came aid, and aid came down 
 
 from the Northland, 
 And it came from East and West, wholesome food for 
 
 the hungry. 
 Shelter for houseless heads, and clothes to cover the 
 
 naked. 
 
 Hark ! there's a sound abroad, like the cry of a suffer- 
 ing people. 
 
 Loud and louder it swells, and echoes from ocean to 
 ocean, 
 
 The raving winds catch it up, and from throats that are 
 hoarse with crying 
 
 The wail goes up and out, but is answered only by 
 echoes. 
 
 '• Come for the love of God, and help us to fetter the 
 demon 
 
ii6 Drops of Water. 
 
 That is taking the bread from our mouths, and the 
 
 mouths of our helpless children ; 
 He is walking abroad in the land, and all things perish 
 
 before him : 
 Homesteads crumble away, and fortunes vanish like 
 
 snow wreaths ; 
 And, not contented with this, he is slaying our best and 
 
 our fairest, 
 Stealing the brains of the wise, and bringing the young 
 
 to the gallows ; 
 He is making the home forlorn, and crowding the jails 
 
 and the prisons. 
 He moves the hand of the thief— Z'd" drives the assassin's 
 
 dagger.'* 
 
 The ear of the Nation is deaf, the heart of the Nation is 
 
 hardened : 
 The smith at his anvil and forge sings in the midst of 
 
 his labor ; 
 The clergyman stands in his pulpit, and prays for the 
 
 soul of the sinner. 
 But says no word of the fiend who wrecked aiid ruined 
 
 the mortal ; 
 
The Cry of the People. 1 1 7 
 
 The lawyer smokes his cigar or sips his glass of Bur- 
 gundy; 
 
 The merchant, day after day, thinks only of buying and 
 selling. 
 
 And up and down through the land, night and day, 
 walks the demon, 
 
 Poverty, sorrow, and shame follow the print of his foot- 
 steps. 
 
 The cry of the people goes up, a cry of anguish and 
 pleading. 
 
 But only a few respond, a few too feeble to chain him. 
 
 The multitude stands aloof, or aids the fiend of destruc- 
 tion, 
 
 While he tramples under his hoofs hundreds and thou- 
 sands of victims — 
 
 And the multitude's ear is deaf to the wail of the beg- 
 gared orphans. 
 
 Shame, oh ! shame to the Nation that leaves the demon 
 
 of Traffic 
 Free to roam through the land, and pillage and rob the 
 
 helpless. 
 
ii8 Drops of Water. 
 
 Shame to the multitude that will not render assistance, 
 But leaves a few to do what many can only accomplish. 
 
 Arouse ! ye listless hosts ! and answer the suffering peo- 
 ple ! 
 
 Spring to the aid of the million, as ye sprang to the aid 
 of the thousand : 
 
 As you fettered the demon Fire, fetter the demon 
 Traffic, 
 
 Who slays his tens of thousands, where the other slew 
 
 only hundreds. 
 
 IF I WERE SENT, 
 
 IF I were sent to represent 
 A portion of a nation, 
 I would not chat on this and that 
 
 In the halls of legislation. 
 To show my power, I'd waste no hour 
 
 In aimless talk and bother, 
 Nor fritter away a precious day 
 On this, and that, and the other; 
 
If I were Sent, 119 
 
 Whether the food a dog consumes 
 
 Wouldn't make a porker fatter ;* 
 And about a thousand aimless thmgs 
 
 Of no import or matter ; 
 Whether each day a man should pray* 
 
 For our welfare or shouldn't. 
 Now, I do not SAY men do this way, 
 
 I merely say / wouldn't ! 
 
 No ! were I sent to represent 
 
 A State, or town, or county, 
 I'd do some good, and all I could 
 
 To earn the people's bounty. 
 Instead of a dog or a fattening hog, 
 
 I'd talk about merits drift kiftg, 
 And with words of fire I would inspire 
 
 The stolid and unthinking. 
 
 And the time that I inight idly waste 
 
 (I didn't say men do waste it), 
 I'd spend in pleading for my cause ; 
 
 And with tongue and pen I'd haste it 
 
 * A certain legislative body spent hours in discussing such trivial matters. 
 
120 Drops of Water 
 
 Through all the land, till a mighty band, 
 
 With laws and legislation, 
 Should cleanse the stain, and cut the chain 
 
 That binds our helpless nation. 
 
 And httle need would there be then. 
 
 When that bright sun had risen, 
 Of asylum wings or building sites, 
 
 Of county or State prison. 
 The need is made by the liquor trade ! 
 
 O ye wise, sage law-makers ! 
 Tis the fiend you smile upon that makes 
 
 Our madmen and law-breakers. 
 
 '* Two-thirds " — so reads our State Report — 
 
 Are made insane through liquor. 
 And so I say, I'd spend no day 
 
 In idle talk or bicker. 
 If I were sent to represent 
 
 A portion of a nation ; 
 But I'd plead for laws, until my cause 
 
 Was won throusfh ledslation. 
 
GocTs Work, 121 
 
 07 
 
 GOnS WORK, 
 
 TO J. J. H., OF KENTUCKY. 
 
 GATHERING brands from the burnino; 
 Plucking them out of the fire, 
 Lifting the sheep that have wandered. 
 
 Out of the dust and the mire, 
 Bringing home sheaves from the harvest 
 
 To lay at the Master's feet- 
 Lord ! all thy hosts of angels 
 Must smile on a life so sweet. 
 
 Speaking with fear of no man. 
 
 Speaking with love for all, 
 Warning the young and the thoughtless 
 
 From the wild beast — " Alcohol." 
 Showing the snares that the tempter 
 
 Weaveth on every hand. 
 Lord ! all thy dear, dear angels 
 
 Must smile on a life so grand. 
 
12*2 Drops of Water, 
 
 Fighting the bloodless battle 
 
 With a heart that is true and bold \ 
 Fighting it not for glory, 
 
 Fighting it not for gold, 
 But out of love for his neighbor, 
 
 And out of love for his Lord. 
 And I know that the hands of the angels 
 
 Will crown him with his reward. 
 
 For whoso works for the Master, 
 
 And whoso fights his fight, 
 The angels crown with a star-wreath. 
 
 And it glows with gems most bright. 
 They wear them for ever and ever, 
 
 The saints in that land of bliss, 
 And I know that heaven's best jewel 
 
 Is kept for a soul like this. 
 
 THE BREWERS DOG, 
 
 THE brewer's dog is abroad, boys. 
 Be careful where you stray, 
 His teeth are coated with poison, 
 And he's on the watch for prey. 
 
The Brezvers Dog, 123 
 
 The brewery is his kennel, 
 But he lurks on every hand, 
 
 And he seeks for easy victims 
 The children of the land. 
 
 His eyes gleam through the windows 
 
 Of the gay saloon at night, 
 And in many a first-class " drug- store " 
 
 He is hiding out of sight. 
 Be careful where you enter. 
 
 And, if you smell his breath, 
 Flee as you would from a viper. 
 
 For its fumes are the fumes of death. 
 
 boys ! would you kill the bloodhound ? 
 Would you slay the snarling whelp ? 
 
 1 know that you can do it 
 If every one will help. 
 
 You must make a solemn promise 
 
 To drink no ale or beer, 
 And soon the feeble death-wail 
 
 Of the brewer's dosr we'll hear. 
 
124 Drops of Water. 
 
 For, if all keep the promise, 
 
 You can starve him out, I know ; 
 But, if boys and men keep drinking, 
 
 The dog will thrive and grow. 
 
 THAXKSGIVIXG. 
 
 [Written after the passage of the Temperance Law in Wisconsin, 1572.] 
 
 THANK God for men / I hear the shout 
 From East and West go up and out. 
 Thank God for men whose hearts are true ; 
 For men who boldly dare and do : 
 For men who are not bought and sold, 
 AMio value honor more than gold ; 
 For men large-hearted, noble-minded ; 
 For men whose visions are not Winded 
 With selfish aims — men who will fight 
 With tongue or sword for what is right; 
 For men whom threats can never cower; 
 For men who dare to use their power 
 
Thmiksgiving, 1 2 
 
 To shield the right and punish wrong, 
 E'en though his hosts are bold and strong 
 For men who work with hearts and hands 
 For what the public good demands. 
 Bless God ! the thankful people say, 
 Such men have not ^//passed away. 
 
 Bless God enough are left at least 
 
 To put a muzzle on the beast 
 
 That w^alks our land from breadth to length 
 
 And robs the strong man of his strength ; 
 
 Takes bread from babes, steal wise men's brains, 
 
 And leaves them bound in helpless chains ; 
 
 Makes sin and sorrow, shame and woe. 
 
 Wherever his cloven feet may go. 
 
 This is the mission of the beast 
 
 Whose bloated keepers sit and feast 
 
 On seasoned dainties, that were bought 
 
 With blood, and tears, and God knows what — 
 
 Keepers who laugh when women cry, 
 
 Who smile when children starve and die, 
 
 If so they gain one farthing more 
 
 To add to their ill-gotten store. 
 
126 Drops of Water. 
 
 From South and North, from West and East, 
 The people clamored, " Chain the beast ! 
 Fetter the monster Alcohol 
 Before he robs us of our all." 
 
 Thank God the earnest cry was heard, 
 And hearts of noble men were stirred. 
 And though a weak-kneed host went down 
 Before the keeper's threatening frown. 
 Enough were left, a bold, brave few. 
 Strong brained, broad-souled men who were true- 
 Men who wo^e men, and did not fear 
 The villain's threat or coward's sneer ; 
 Enough to muzzle with the law 
 The foulest beast the world ever saw. 
 Thank God ! thank God ! the people say, 
 True men have not ^//passed away. 
 
 IN THE CUP, 
 
 THERE is grief in the cup ! 
 I saw a proud mother set wine on the board ; 
 The eyes of her son sparkled bright as she poured 
 The ruddy stream into the glass in his hand. 
 
In the Clip. 127 
 
 The cup was of silver ; the lady was grand 
 
 In her satms and laces ; her proud heart was glad 
 
 In the love of her foir, noble son ; but, oh ! sad, 
 
 Oh ! so sad ere a year had passed by, 
 
 And the soft light had gone from her beautiful eye. 
 
 For the boy that she loved, with a love strong as death, 
 
 In the chill hours of morn with a drunkard's foul 
 
 breath 
 And a drunkard's fierce oath, reeled and staggered his 
 
 way 
 To his home, a dark blot on the face of the day. 
 
 There is shame in the cup ! 
 
 The tempter said, " Drink,'' and a fair maiden quaffed 
 
 Till her cheeks glowed the hue of the dangerous draught. 
 
 The voice of the tempter spoke low in her ear 
 
 Words that once would have started the quick, angry 
 
 tear, 
 But wine blunts the conscience, and wine dulls the 
 
 brain, 
 She listened and smiled, and he whispered again. 
 He lifted the goblet : " Once more," he said, " drink," 
 And the soul of the maiden was lost in the brink. 
 
1 23 Drops of Water, 
 
 There is death in the cup ! 
 
 A man in God's image, strong, noble, and grand. 
 With talents that crowTied him a prince of the land, 
 Sipped the ruddy red \Yine ! — sipped it lightly at first, 
 Until firom its chains broke the demon of thirst. 
 And thirst became master, and man became slave. 
 And he ended his hfe in the drunkard's poor grave. 
 Wealth, fame, talents, beauty, and life swallowed up, 
 Grief, shame, death, destruction, are all in the cup. 
 
 GREETIXG POEM, 
 
 [Read at the Reception of Delegates of R. W. G. Lodge I. O. G. T 
 Madison, May 23, 1072.] 
 
 THERE was a sound in the wind to-day. 
 Like a joyous cymbal ringing ! 
 And the leaves of the trees talked with the breeze. 
 
 And they altogether were singing, 
 For they knew that an army, both bold and strong, 
 
 A brave, brave army, was coming, 
 Xot with the fife and sounds of strife, 
 With marshal music and drumming. 
 
Greeting Song. 129 
 
 Not with stern faces and gleaming swords, 
 
 That would make blood to flow like water, 
 While brother and brother should slay each other 
 
 On wholesale fields of slaughter; 
 But rather like rills from a thousand hills, 
 
 That ripple through valley and heather, 
 On, on to the sea, with a song of glee, 
 
 Till they meet and mingle together. 
 
 They come from the South, and the East, and the 
 West, 
 
 The bravest and best in the nation. 
 They come at no idle and aimless quest, 
 
 But to work for a world's salvation. 
 From the Scot's fair land and from England's strand. 
 
 O'er mountain and heather and ocean, 
 They come ; and the foe by their coming shall know 
 
 The strength of a Templar's devotion. 
 On the earnest brows, in the tlioughtful eyes. 
 
 We read the unchanging story — 
 iney fight in their might for the trudi and the right, 
 
 And not for vain name or glory. 
 
I30 Drops of Water, 
 
 O grandest of armies ! O bravest of bands ! 
 
 We give you a cordial gi'eeting^ 
 And the blood of our warm hearts beats in the hands 
 
 That are offered to vou in meetins^. 
 The heart of a Templar is never cold, 
 
 Nor stands it aloof from a brother, 
 And his hand is steady, and always ready 
 
 To clasp the hand of. another. 
 In God's great Book, where but angels look, 
 
 On pages of spotless beauty 
 Are written in letters of living light 
 
 A Templar's vow and his duty. 
 " For ever and ever," the promise reads. 
 
 For ever and ever 'twas given. 
 And who keeps or breaks the pledge that he takes 
 
 Must meet the record in heaven. 
 
 Our order is noble and grand and strong. 
 
 And is gathering strength each hour. 
 And the good of the earth proclaim its worth, 
 
 AMiile the foe turns pale at its power. 
 And we of the State that men call great. 
 
 The nation's brave •* Badger " daughter, 
 
Greeting Song. 131 
 
 Step by step as we go, are defeating the foe, 
 While we add to the hosts of cold water. 
 
 With a chief at our head whom the foe may well dread, 
 
 The Sherman or Grant of our battles. 
 By day and by night we fight the good fight. 
 
 Though never a cannon rattles. 
 For the tongue and the/^;/ are the swords of our men. 
 
 And prayer keeps them whetted and polished; 
 They will let God's light in on the foe's licensed sin, 
 
 Till the traffic of death is abolished. 
 
 With cunning hands we fashioned the strands 
 
 Of a stout restraining tether, 
 To fasten the beast, for a season at least, 
 
 And our statesmen tied it together. 
 The beast strains the rope with the idle hope 
 
 Of making it weaker or longer. 
 But the Templars to-day are working away 
 
 To make it shorter and stronger, 
 
 W^e give you greeting — we need your aid ! 
 
 There is work for many a morrow, 
 There are beautiful souls going down in the bowls, ' 
 
 There are homes that are burdened with sorrow, 
 
132 Drops of Water, 
 
 There are mourning captives all over the earth, 
 
 Hugging the fetters that bind them. 
 We must show them the light, we must set them aright. 
 
 We must work for them all as we find them. 
 
 With a soaring " Faith," that is stronger than death, 
 
 We must work while the day hangs o'er us. 
 We are brave and strong, and our battle-song 
 
 Has " Hope " for the ringing chorus. 
 With " Charity " broad as the mercy of God, 
 
 We must lift up the fallen neighbor. 
 And the Lord's dear band, in the angel land. 
 
 Will smile on cur blessed labor. 
 
 Welcome, brave warriors in God's holy cause ! 
 
 The hearts in our bosoms are beating 
 As one heart to-night, filled with pride and delight — 
 
 Welcome, thrice welcome, our greeting. 
 And though soon between will lie long miles of green, 
 
 Though oceans divide us for ever, 
 The ties which now bind heart with heart, mind with 
 mind, 
 
 The hand of Death only can sever. 
 
^01 ^un(lHiJ=^cl(oal '^ibrmuH, 
 
 The National Temperance Society have now jniblished thniy-hvt vo'.uiiies 
 specially adapted to Sunday-School Libraries, written by some c»t the best 
 authors in the world. These have been carefully examined and unanimously, 
 approved b}' the Publication Committee of the Society, reiiresevit inj^ tUe 
 various relij^ious denominations and Temperance organizations of tl.e country, 
 which consists of the following members: 
 
 Peter Carter. T, A. Brouwer, Rev. AHred 'l'ay]ui\ 
 
 A. A. Robbins, Rev. J. B. Dunn, Rev. C. D. Foss, 
 
 Rev. M. C. Sutphen. Rev. A. G. Lawson, James Black, 
 
 J. N. Stearns, Rev. G. L. Taylor, R. R. Sinclair, 
 
 Rev. William Howell Taylor. 
 
 To Sunday-School Superiktendents and Teachers : 
 
 You will probably agree with us that the main hope of saving the comrnft- 
 nity from the terrible evils and the widening curse of Intemperance lies in 
 saving the young. If the hearts and the habits of the chiidren are not estab- 
 lished in Christian sobriety, the next generation will be worse than the pre- 
 sent. This work of enlightening and instructing the children on this great 
 question of health, happiness, and vital religion, devolves largely ■i:;])on the 
 Sabbath-School. 
 
 And it is exceedingly important tiiat the Teachers should add to their ov/n 
 personal instructions the circulation of excellent books among their classes. 
 Every Sabbath-School Library should contain a vveli-seiecled collection of 
 books, to set forth the dangers of ihe Intoxicating Cup, and the duty and 
 safety of early abstinence. 
 
 The National Temperance Society' aiul Publication House, under ilie pre- 
 sidency of Hon. William E.^odge, and the management of leading men of 
 all denominations, has issued a series of volumes for the young, which we- 
 cordially commend to \'ou. 
 
 A Catalogue is herewith enclosed, with the prices attached. Will you not 
 e«deavor to introduce these excellent volumes at once into your Sabbath- 
 School ? 
 
 With fraternal wishes for the spirituul success and growth of your //-/i/w^/i^ 
 schools J or Christ. 
 
 We remain, vours in Gospel love, 
 Stephen H. Tyng, New York. T. L, Cuvler, Brooklyn. 
 
 Joseph Ccm.mincs, Connecticut. H. W. Beechek, Brooklyi>. 
 
 J. B. Dunn, Boston. John Hall, New York. 
 
 C. D. Foss. New York. W. H. H. Mukkav. Bcstcn. 
 
 Gilbek:" Haven, Boston. II. C. Fish, Newark. 
 
 E. S. J , i:s. New York. J. D. Filton, Boston. 
 
 Address y<-ur order?? to 
 
 J. N. STEARNS, Publishing Agent, 
 
 r.-S Rvade Strfe.t, JWoo Yak, 
 
fsr B'Uaday-SehQol Libraries 
 
 The Temperance Doctor. 12020. 370 pp. By Miss Marv Dwixell 
 
 Chelll^. Author of;' Deacon Sim's Prayers," etc S^ ^■'> 
 
 The Ohi Sronn IHtcher. i2mo, 222 pp. By the Author of "Susy's 
 
 Six rlirthdays." •• The Flower of the Family," etc / Oo 
 
 Oni of the JTire. 12010. 420 pp. By Miss Mary Dwixell Chellis. 
 
 Author of •'Temperance Doctor," " Deacon Sim's Prayers," etc... / ^.7 
 
 Offr r*ytri'slt . i5fuo, 252 pp. By Miss Emily C. Pe.\rson r> 
 
 Th- ffrtrri J^fasNr. i3mo, 27S pp. By Mrs. J. E. McConaughy. ... S.' 
 
 E'rho 'Bank. i3:no, 269 pp. B\- Ervie S' 
 
 The Sed Sridf/e. i3mo, 321 pp. By Thrace Talmax 00 
 
 Rachel J\i^obfe^s Ejrperience. iSmo. 325 pp. By Brlce Edwards. 90 
 
 yo**' rrt the IBarg. i3mo, io3 pp J^Q 
 
 JETijtto \r of a Threepenny Sit. i3rao, 216 pp 7o 
 
 l^hifip :EfkerTs ^tri<g[/les and Triumphs. iSmo. 216 pp. By 
 
 the Auiaor of" Marg^are: Clair ' 00 
 
 G^ertie^i Sacrifice ; or, Glimpses at 2 wo Zires. iSmo, 189 pp. 
 
 Ky Mrs. F. D. Gage 60 
 
 The ISroken Hock. i3mo, 139 pp. B\- Krlxa 50 
 
 Andre**- Donf/iass. i3mo, 232 pp. By the Author of ""Madeline." 
 
 ■ Harry and his Dog," etc 7o 
 
 f^er. Dr. Mlttoughby and his limine. i2mo, 458 pp. By Mrs. 
 
 Mary Sprixg "VValkier. author of " The Famih- Doctor," etc / 50 
 
 Atmt Dinah^s Pledge. i2mo. 313 pp. By Miss Mary Dv.ixell 
 
 CHELLii, Author of "Temperance Doctor." " Out of the Fire." etc. / 25 
 ^rank Oldfetd ; or, J^osi ctnd T'oiind. i2mo. 408 pp. By Rev. 
 
 T P. WiL>ox, M.D / 50 
 
 Totft S^inn^s Temperance Society y and other Stories. 12 mo. 
 
 3-0 pp. By T. S. Arthur, Author of " Ten Nights in a Bar-Room. / 25 
 
 The Sest Jetton- in the li*ortd. i2mo, 360 pp / 25 
 
 The .Wc^ttisterg . rSrao, 216 pp 50 
 
 The Drinking-jTonntain Stories. 192 pp. Illustrated f 00 
 
 ,fifa-Or-.^^ot . By Mrs J. McXair Wright. Author of "John and the 
 
 Demtjoha." " Almost a Xun." " Priest and Xun." etc / 25 
 
 Come -Home. Jlfoiher. i3mo, 144 pp. B3- X'elsie Brook: 50 
 
 Jo'* Ttifton V Hest. r2mo, 332 pp. B3- Clar.a Luc-\s B.alfour / 25 
 
 The JIarker JTamity. i2mo. 336 pp. By E.\uly Thomp.son / 25 
 
 Tirrt^g Tronbtes. i2mo. 350 pp. By M. A. Palll f 50 
 
 ^op^c/ate Tarern. i2mo, 252 pp. By J. W. V.\x Namee / 00 
 
 f^'^y *v Search . 12 mo. 264 pp. By Helex C. Pearson* / 25 
 
 Jfo»* ^'ot//d Re Escape? i2mo. 312 pp. By Mrs. J. McX.mr Wright. / 25 
 
 Tff 'pitcher of Coot Water. i3mo. iSo pp. By T. S. Arthlr 50 
 
 T'ffrperance ^inecdotes. i2mo, 288 pp. By Geo. W. Bungay / 00 
 
 Th^ Temperance Speaker. i3mo. 233 pp. By J. >'. Stearns 7o 
 
 J'rt^ftk Spencer's Htfte of Life. iSmo, iSo pp. By J. W. Kirton, 50 
 
 Th^ ^f'ymours. i>mo,23ipp. By Miss L. Bates ^00 
 
 The Littte Girl in Slack. i2mo. P.y Margaret E. Wilmer ^00 
 
 ^t Lion\' Mot^th. i2mo, 412 pp. By Miss Mary D. Chellis ^25 
 
 Tim^ }i'irt Teit. i2mo, 307 pp. By Mrs. Wilson B.\li.ina f 00 
 
 Adopted. i3mo, 236 pp. By Mps, E. J. Rxhmosd 6^ 
 
MISCELLANEOUS PUBLICATIONS 
 
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 Zjatvs of J^e?'me?iiaiion and }\^ines of fhe Aticienfs . i2mo. 
 
 129 PI). By Kev. W'm. pArrox, D.D. Paper, 30 cents : clotn SO O'J 
 
 J^our T^iUafs of 2'€mpera?ice, By John W. Kirtox 7' 
 
 ^tcohot : Its .Yaiure atid JS^ecis, By Charles A. Stokev, M.D. 00 
 
 Scripture Testimony af/ainst Intoxicating Wine. By Rev. 
 
 Wm. Ritchie, of Scodaad ' (>0 
 
 Sibfe Htfle of Temperance ; or, 2'otat :4.bstinence from att 
 
 Inioxicatinf/ prinks. By Rev. George Dlffield, D.D 00 
 
 oilcfjfiol : Its "Place and ¥*oner. B3- James Miller. And 7/ie 
 
 Cse and ;^bifse of Tobacco, By John Lizars / OO 
 
 Zootofficat I'emj^f ranee Conrentio?i . ^y Rev. Edward Hitch- 
 cock, D.D. , of Amherst College T'' 
 
 Detaran^s Consideration of the Temperance ;?4.rgti7n€ni ctnd 
 
 History ^ r,0 
 
 Tempprance Anecdotes , By G. W. Buxgav / 00 
 
 Communion }f1i?ie and Sibfe Temperance, B\- Rev. Wm. M. 
 
 Thayer. Paper, 20 cencs ; cloLh .' ~>0 
 
 The jYen' Temperance Speaker, By J. X. Stearxs T''^ 
 
 Lunarius : A yHsitor from the Jfoo?i 35 
 
 Sound 7 ^o/ume of Tracts . 100 Tracts. 500 pp / 0'> 
 
 Temperance Pledge- jBook / 50 
 
 This Pied^e-Book for Sunda^'-Schools and Juvenile Temperance 
 Organizations contains pages with sufficient space for one thousand 
 names, and also for the records of meetings held. 
 
 Text-Sook of Tempe?anc€, By Dr. F. R. Lees, F.S.A / 50 
 
 J^"atio7ial Temperance Atmanac, j872 /O 
 
 Packet of c4ssorted Tracts, JS^o, /. Nos. i to 50. 240 p[) 25 
 
 Packet of o4.ssorted Trctcts, J^^o, 2, Xos. 50 to 100, 260 pages.. . 25 
 
 Pocket Temperance Pledge-'Sook ^O 
 
 Yolumes of c4^droccfte and Sanner, bound together, 1S66, '67, 'GZ. 
 
 '69, *7o. and 'ji. each 2 00 
 
 Sound Vols, of Sa7i7ier, paper covers, 1866, '67, '63, '69. '70, and 
 
 '71, each 50 
 
 Packet of 72 Pictoriaf Cliildren^s Tracts 25 
 
 John Strig , With appropriate illustrations /." 
 
 Temperafice yitphabetin Colors, illustrated b\- Edward Causwell, 25 
 
 "Bugle JS^otes for the Tempei'ance Ar^njy, Paper covers, JO 
 
 cents ; board ^ 35 
 
 A new collection of Songs. Quartets, and Glees, adapted to the 
 use of all Temperance gatherings. Glee Clubs, etc., together with the 
 Odes of the Sons of Temperance and Good Templars. Edited by W. 
 F. Sherwix and J. X. Stearxs. 
 
 Temperance Chimes, 12S pages, paper covers, 30 cents : board.>. 35 
 Temperance Hymn-Sook. 128 pages, paper covers, 72 cents: 
 
 boards /.5" 
 
 The Sum Fiend, and Other Poems. By Wm. H. Blrlkigh — 29 
 
 J^orly Tears' Tight uith the f)rink Tlemon, i2mo, 400 pages, 
 
 Bv Charles Jevett, M.D f 50 
 
IIMPEEAKCI SIRMQUS. 
 
 The Xatior.ai Temperap.ce Society are publishing a series ot Sermons 
 
 upon various phases of the temperance question, by some of the leading 
 
 Clergymen in America. The following are already published : 
 
 Coitimo}i Sense for Young Jfen. By Rev. Henry Ward Reecher. <^'0 /6 
 
 .Iforal t>H.[y of Totftl j40siinence. By Rev. T. L. Cuvler ..;.... /J 
 
 T/te £yii ^east. By Rev. T. De Wit- Talmage /j 
 
 The Good Snmarifayi. By Rev. J. B. Dink /,5 
 
 SeJf-jOenial : c4 Duty and a "Pleasure, By Rev. J. P. Newmax, 
 
 D.lJ).. Chaplain of United States Senate " ' /5 
 
 The Church and l^etnpefYence. By John W. AIrars, D.D , Profes- 
 sor at Hamilton College, New York /,5 
 
 Mciire 'Pity of a Queen . By Rev. Jokx Hall, D.D /5 
 
 2'emperance and the Pulpit. By Rev. C. D. Foss, D.D /J 
 
 The £!yils of I/iiernperance . By Rev. T. Ro.mevn Berry ^5 
 
 Other Sermons will soon follow. 
 
 The Xation€il Temperance Advocate, 
 
 The National Temperance Society and Publication House publish a new 
 Monthly Temperance Paper, the object of which is to promote the interests 
 of the cause of Temperance, by disseminating light from every quarter upon 
 its mora], social, financial, and scientific bearings. The best talent in the land 
 will be secured for its editors and contributors. Terms— in advance : Single 
 copy, one year, ^i ; lo copies to one address, $9; 20 copies to one address, 
 $16'; all over 20 copies, at 80 cents per copy. 
 
 JSand c ^ Hope Supplies. 
 
 Band of Hope Manual, per dozen 6'0 J'O 
 
 Temperance Catechism, '• 60 
 
 Band of Hope Melodies, per hundred ^O GO 
 
 Certificates of Membership, *• 3 00 
 
 Juvenile Temperance Pledges. '• 3 00 
 
 Pledge and Certificate, combined (in colors), per hundred 4 00 
 
 Juvenile Temperance Speaker 25 
 
 The Temperance S]^eaker 75 
 
 I'our New Temperance Dialogues 30 
 
 Band of Hope Badge, plain, ^/ per dozen ; enamelled, .v/ 25 per 
 dozen; silver and enamelled, 50 cents each. 
 
 Illuminated Temperance Cards, sets of 10 each 35 
 
 Illustrated Juvenile Tracts, per thousand 3 00 
 
 The Youth- 8 Temperance Banner. 
 
 The National Temperance Society and Publication House publish a beau- 
 tifullv Illustrated Monthly Paper, especially adapted to children and youth, 
 Sunday-school and Juvenile Temperance Organizations. Each number con- 
 tains several choice engravin.gs, a piece of music, and a great variety of arti- 
 cles from the pens of the best writers for children in America. It should be 
 placed in the hands of every child in the land. Terms — in advance: 
 
 Sin-zle Copies, one year ^0 25 I Thirty Copies, to one address ^3 75 
 
 Eight Copies, to one address, / 00 \ Forty '* '* '' 5 OO 
 
 Fiftv •' '' " 25 
 
 One Hundred, '• " y2 00 
 
 Ten •' ■' " ^25 
 
 Fifteen •' '• "^ / SS 
 
 Twenty" •' " 2 50 
 
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 J. N. STEARNS, Publishing Agent, 
 
 S8 Jteade Street, Xew York. 
 

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