To a distant shore.
Bat the guilt that remains '

Will be revealed ;
And the wounds thus made

Can nevor be healed.



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The Teetotal MiU.'

Two jolly old topers ODce sat in an inn, ,
Discussing the merits of brandy and gin ;
Said one to the other, " I'll tell you what, Bill,
rve been hearing to-day of the Teetotal Mill.

'* You must know that this comical mill has been built
Of old broken casks when the liquor's been spilt;
You go up some high steps, and when at the sill,
You've a paper to sign at the Teetotal Mill.

** You promise by signing this paper (I think),
That ale, wine, and spirits you never will drink ;
You give up (as they call it) such rascally swillr
And then you go into the Teetotal Mill.

" There's a wheel in the mill, they call self-denial;
They turn It a bit, just to give you a trial ;
Old clothes are made new, and, if you've been ill,
You are very soon cured at the Teetotal Mill.'*

Bill listened and wondered ; at length he cried out,
"Why, Tom, if it's true what your telling about,
What fools we must be to be here sitting still, —
Let us go, and wo*ll look at the Teetotal Mill."

They gazed with astonishment; then came in a man, —
With excess and disease his visage was wan ;
He mounted the steps, signed the pledge with a wUl,
And went in for a turn in the Teetotal Mill.

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And as onward he pressed, shonted out still,
«* Success to the wheel of the Teetotal Mill I "

The next that went in were a man and his wife ;
For many long years they'd been living in strife ;
He had beat and abused her and swore he would kOH,
But his heart took a turn in the Teetotal Mill,

And when he came out, how altered was he I
Steady, honest, and sober — how happy was she I
They no more contend, **No, you shan't,*' "Yes, I will."
They were blessing together the Teetotal Mill.

Next came a rough fellow, as grim as a Turk,
To curse and to swear seemed his principal work ;
He swore that, that morning ". his skin he would flU,"
And drunk as he was, he reeled Into the Mill.

And what he saw there I never could tell ;
But his conduct was changed, and h^s language as well;
I saw, when he turned round the brow of the hill.
That he knelt and thanked God for the Teetotal Mill.

The poor were made rich, the weak were made strong,
The shot was made short, and the purse was made long;
These miracles puzzled both Thoma^ and Bill;
At length they went in for a term in the Mill.

A little time after, I heard a great shout, —

I turned round to see what the noise was about;

A flag was conveyed to the top of the hill,

And a crowd, amongst which were both Thomas and Billy

Were shouting " Hurrah for the Teetotal Mill I "



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Tliere is a Teetotaler*

[This piece should be spoken by a spirited boy, and as he goes
upon the stage, some one should cry out, " There is a teetotaler."]

Yes, sir, here is a teetotaler, from the crown of his
head to the tips of his toes. I*ve got on teetotal boots,
too, that never will walk in the way of the drunkard.
The other day, a man asked me about our Band of Hope.
He wanted to know what use there is in making so many
promises. I told him the use was in keeping the
promises, more than in making them.

The boys which belong to our band have something
to do besides loafing at the corners of the streets, and
smoking the stumps of cigars they pick out of the gut-
ters. It makes me sick to think of it!

Some boys are dreadfully afraid of losing their
liberty ; so they won't sign our pledge. I saw four or
five of them, the other day. They had been off, some-
where, having what they called a jolly time ; and they
were so drunk they couldn't walk straight; They
lifted their feet higher than a sober boy would to go
upstairs; and I watched them till one fell down, and
bumped his nose.

Thinks I to myself, there's liberty for you, — but it's
Just such liberty as I don't want. I would rather walk
straight than crooked; I would rather stand up than
fall down ; and 1 would rather go to a party, with my
sisters, and some other pretty girls, than hide away
with a lot of rough fellows, to guzzle beer and whis-
key.

There are plenty of other reasons why I am a tee-
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than a walking wine-cask or ram-barrel ; I would rather
live in a good house than a poor one, and I would rather
be loved and respected than despised and hated.

Now, if these are not reasons enough for being a
teetotaler, I will give you some more the next time we
meet.



Woman^s Influence.

Women, ye who with love o'erflow.
Come forth — you have a glorious work to do I
The Temperance cause for your assistance calls;
Your smile supports it, — at your frown it falls;
Ton are the first to ftirther every plan
That is concerted for the good of man.
Your sweet instructions fall, in gentle show'rs.
On infant schools, — those beds of op'ning flow'n;
Unfriended youths you lead in virtue's ways.
And teach their lips to sing Jehovah's praise ;
You wipe the tear from many an orphan's eye,
And make the mournftil widow sing for joy.
Unnumbered tracts are by your kindness given,
And Bibles, too, to show the way to heaven ;
By your support the cause of missions stands,
And spreads its blessings over heathen lands.

As you have in such pious works begun,.
Do not a part, and leave the rest undone.
Chiefly on you the Temperance cause depends ;
Exert your influence, and intemperance ends I
Behold yon wretches, quite deprived of sense,
Who can no longer stand their own defence ;

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Kept down by chains which daily stronger grow

To bind them faster in the cells of woe ;

While direful oaths on wings of fury rise,

And prayers of vengeance pierce the insulted skies!

See yonder creature, ragged and forlorn,

She grieves, alas ! that ever she was born.

Her drunlten husband keeps her always poor,

And makes her children beg from door to door.

Starving herself, she hears their piteous cries,

While tears of sorrow trickle from her eyes ;

She fondly tries to give her babes relief,

While each attempt but aggravates her grief.

The fiend-like ruffian, as a fury wild,—

The weeping mother, and the hungry child,—

The shriek of horror, and the plaintive moan,—

The hopeless sigh, and the expiring groan.

Cry loud for help. If you that help deny,

Alas I the sufferers must be left to die I

Mothers I you feel I — and wives I your bosoms glow I
You feel — you weep for ev'ry child of woe !
If scenes like these your sympathies arouse.
Then, from this hour, the Temperance cause espouse!

Your power is great — and shall it be denied?
Arise — to work, and let it now be tried I —
The bacchanalian cause to overthrow,
To free the slaves of drunkenness and woe,
Like valiant warriors for the fight prepare I —
Be not afraid, -— it is a bloodless war I
Oh, come I Oh, come I and bravely stand the field,
While you have strength the Temperance sword to

wield :
Ere long the foe shall be compelled to fiy.
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Who Killed Tom Moperf

Who killed Tom Roper?
Not I, said New Cider :
I couldn't kill a spider, —
I didn't kill Tom Ropei*.

Not I, said Strong Ale :
I make men tougli and hale, —
I didn't kill Tom Roper.

Not I, said Lager Bier :
I don't intoxicate . D'ye hear ? £ Cross] —
I didn't kill Tom Roper.

Not I, said Bourbon Whiskey :
I make sick folks spry and frisky ;
The doctors say so, — don't they know
What quickens blood that runs so slow?
I didn't kill Tom Roper.

Not I, said sparkling old Champagne :
No poor man e'er by me was slain ;
I cheer the rich In lordly halls,
And scorn the place where the drunkard falls,—
I didn't kill Tom Roper.

Not we, said various other wines :
What! juice of grapes, product of vines.
Kill a man ! The Bible tells
That wine all other drinks excels, —
We didn't kill Tom Roper.

Not I, said Holland Gin :
To charge such a crime to me is sin, —
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Not I, spoke up the Brandy strong :
He grew too poor to buy me long, —
I didn't kill Tom Roper.

Not I,* said Medford Rum :
He was almdst gone before I come, —
I didn't kill Tom Roper.

Ha ! ha ! laughed old Prince Alcohol :
Each struck the blow that made him fall;
And all* that helped to make him toper,
'My agents were, to kill Tom Roper.

MBS. C. H. OBBAB.



The Temperance Star.

Thb Temperanpe Star ! behold It breaks,

" In all its proud attire,"
And onward, on, its march it keeps, —

A track of living fire !
Across the sea, in every land,

Upon the world afar.
It lights to truth benighted man, —

That glorious Temperance Starl

Where rum had shed its blighting wo©,

And bleeding hearts were riven,
Its healing beams, how warm they glow!-

Sweet boon to man from Heaven I
The widow's sigh, the orphan's moan.

Are hushed in grateful prayer,
For peace and hope to drunkards' homes

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Then on, ye braves ! oar flag nnftirl,

And nail it to the mast,
That standard sheet throaghoat the world

Shall float on every blast;
And bright among the stars and stripes,

E*en seen by worlds -afar,
Shall shine, in hnes of living light,

Poraye, that Temperance Star.

THURLOW W. BROWir*



The Snake in the Olase,

Comb listen awhile to me, my lad ;
Come listen to me for a spell ;

Let. that terrible drum

For a moment be dnmb,
For yonr ancle is going to tell

What befell
A yonth who loved liqaor too well.

A clever young man was he, my lad $
And with beaaty uncommonly blest,

Ere with brandy and wine

He began to decline,
And behaved like a person possessed;

I protest
The temperance plan is the best.

One evening he went to a tavern, my lad ;
He went to a tavern one night,

And, drinking too much '

Bam, brandy, and such,



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The chap got exceedingly " tight; "

And was quite
What your aunt would entitle a fright.

The Tellow fell into a snooze, ray lad ;
'Tis a horrible slumber he takes ;

He trembles with fear,

And acts veiy queer ;
My eyes I how he shivers and shakes

When he wakes,
And raves about horrid great snakes !

Tis a warning to you and to me, my Tad;
A p^frtlcular caution to all, —

Though no one can see

The vipers but he, —
To hear the poor lunatic bawl, —
** How they crawl,
All over the floor and the wall I " —

Next morning he took to his bed, my lad;
Next morning he took to his bed ;

And he never got up

To dine or to sup.
Though properly physicked and bled;

And I read ,
Next day, the poor fellow was dead I

Ton've heard of the snake '.n the grass, my lad,-
Of the viper concealed in the grass;
But now, you must know,
Man's deadliest foe
Is a snake of a different class .

Alas! —
Tis the viper that lurks in the glass I

J. O. 8AXB.



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FiUing the Decanter.

[B07 with decanter in his hand.]

And so fkther wished me to take this decanter and get
It filled with the tavern-keeper's best. His "best! " —
That means brandy ; but there is something in the looks
of it that I don't like ; and when father was going to send
me on this errand, I said, " Do you want the decanter
filled with that coffin-colored stuff, father?"— " CoJ^»-
coloredl" said he, and I thought that his cheeks looked
paler than ever, though father has been getting very pale
and thin for a year past, and his frame, that was once so
strong, shakes like the autumn leaf when it is Just about
to fall from the bough. " Why, yes," said I, " that ma-
hogany-colored stuff always puts me in mind of the cof-
fins that I see in the undertaker's store around the
corner." — ♦♦ Foolishness I " said he, and yet his voice
faltered a little. ** They make coffins out of black wal-
nut, now."— " Oh ! " said I, " but those are for rich peo-
ple. You know, father, that when mother died — and
that was only last winter — you had to get her a cheap
coffin painted dark red, — and wasn't it strange for little
sister Nelly to ask if mother's coffin was painted with
brandy ? " Father shuddered, and looked aside, but, as
he did so, his gaze fell on this decanter. There was a
little brandy in it then, and, as it glared in the sunlight,
It seemed to me as if something with red and flaming
eyes was winking and grinning in the decanter. Father
snatched it up, drank the liquor that was in it, and then
that red glare shone through his eyes as plainly as it had
done through the glass of the bottle. He told me
fiercely to go and get him more brandy. "I must
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thf ig,— forget my murdered wife, and my wretchpd chil-
dren, forget death, and eternity, and God! "

I took the decanter, and came away trembling ; but I
did not get it filled with brandy. A bright and merry
stream of water ran rippling- not far from my path, — a
stream that gives drink to the birds and to the lambs,
and to all other innocent creatures that need no fiery
liquor to burn up the memory of wicked deeds, and the
fear of vengeance that is coming. The wild roses, that
bend over that stream, shed into it drops of dew that
make its waters still sweeter ; and when the summer's
sun or winter's moon shines upon it, It looks so like a
stream of heavenly glory, that it makes me wonder at
God's goodness in giving such a drink to sinftil men. I
looked at it, and thought, ** What is the tavern-keeper's
*6e«r compared to this?" and so I stooped and filled
ihe decanter there. As I lifted It up from the water,
some bright drops fell down that looked just like tears,
as if even the old decanter — now that it had been bap-
tized in the pure stream — was crying to think that it
had ever held that frightful stuff that made our home so
poor and wretched, and that withered my dear mother's
happiness and life away. Now I will take home this de-
canter fbll of the clear, bright water, and say, " Father,
drink this^ and you will not want to forget my dear
mother, but to think of her as a saint in heaven whom
some day you will find, never to lose her again. You
will not want to forget your children, but to take com-
fort ftom their love, and the sight of their happiness.
You will not want to forget God, but to look up to him,
and ask that he will pity and strengthen you. Does your
head bum now, father? What should you bathe it with
but this cool, refreshing water? Brandy never cured a
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Are bum more fiercely, but never pats it out ! ** And if
father will but take this for his drink, our home may be
a happy one again, though when he looks at that empty
chair by our fireside, and by our table, he will sigh, and
wish that the decanter had never been filled except with
cold water?

T. OHABrSBS.



The Two Workers.

Two workers in one field

Toiled on ftom day to day ;
Both had the same hard labor.

Both had the same small pay;
With the same blue sky above,

The same green grass below,—
One soul was flill of love,

The other fUll of woe.

One leaped up with the light,

With the soaring of the lark;
One felt it ever night,

For his soul was ever dark.
One heart was hard as stone.

One heart was ever gay ;
One worked with many a groan.

One whistled all the day.

One had a fiower-clad cot

. Beside a merry mill ;
Wife and children near the spot
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One a wretched hovel had,
Full of discord, dirt, and din, —

No wonder he seemed mad,
Wife and children starved within.

Still they worked in the same field.

Tolled on from day to day ;
Both had the same hard labor,

Both had the same small pay.
But they worked not with one will.

The reason let me tell, —
liO ! the one drank at the still,

And the other at the well.



Intemperance.



Behold the Touth — commence Lifers course to steer |
Go with his friend to take a glass of beer !
Woman's hand extends the poisoned glass,
And shame forbids the youth to let it pass.
He takes the goblet, drains it to the dregs,
Then strong indulgence, for a little more, he begs.
At morning's dawn, the gnawing thirst he feels, —
Away from home, to get a drink he steals ;
Where'er he meets a crowd to drink or swear
At either, he Is always ready to be there.
And ftirther In life, as he does advance,
Mingling at midnight in the giddy dance,
He heeds not, cares not, that he treads
Where pleasure all her snares of ruin spreads !
Says he, ** I can quit my drinking when I please."
Perhaps It helps to give an appetite, and brace his
nerves.

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But if thousands Arom the grave could speak,

They'd say, **Twas drinking made his nerves so weak I*

Go to his house, when he Is on a '^ spree," —

Alas ! what misery there you'll see I

•Tis not In my power to paint such woe,

That none but drunkards' wives and children know I

And if no horrid crime, with fearftil doom,

Shall send him from the gallows to the- tomb,

Delirium Tremens^ with Its hjrrld crew.

Win soon to hell his shivering soul pursue I

For all mankind, I wish a better fate ;

Let them seek saffety, ere It be too late !

Let not lager beer or elder pave the way —

That wine or whiskey shall your body slay*

Let virtue and temperance be your guide

As down the stream of life you glide.

And, If your life should be unknown to fame.

No •evil deed shall gather round your name,

But Temperance Banners shall proudly wave,

A bright memorial, o'er your hallowed grave.

JAMSS MULLBBt



Learn to Say No.

John Brown was a man without houses or lands.
But happy while making good use of his hands ;
He kept a good home by the sweat of his brow.
And when requested to drink could firmly say iVb.

John Brown had a wife who was fond of her nome;
So John was unwilling to wander or roam;
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She could bake, she could make, she could trim, shib

could sew.
And find time to teach her three boys to say No,

On John Brown, as a workman, his.boss could depend.
Till one cold winter's day he met an old friend,
Who asked him to drink, it would keep out tlie snow;
John reAised, then consented, ashamed to say No,

John Brown caught the plague, — it was the plague of

his life;
It plagued his poor children, it plagued his poor wife;
It so plagued his employer that he told John to go,
And stay Arom his work till he learned to say No.

John Brown had a home, but a change is now seen,
Although his wife did her best to keep the boys neat and

clean ;
The savings are spent, the best chairs had to go ;
John saw the sad change, but could not say No,

John Brown had a Bible, — his mother's last gift, —
This was not sold when the bookcase was stripped;
John thought what his mother said when he saw the

book now, —
That in times of temptation he should firmly say Noi

John Brown had a heart ; he saw his wife's tears ;
He thought of his home, -— the home of past years ;
He thought of his boys, so ill-clad in the snow ;
He thought w!iat they suffered through his not saying
No,

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John Brown took the pledge, and asked help Arom above
That he still might provide for those he should love ;
He went back to his work, determined to show
That John Brown was a man when he learned to say NO.



A Rally 'Cry to Young Men*

The God of Love has stood by the history of this re-
form ttom its cradle, and has guided it onward through
its most critical periods. To the young men of oar
time it is now committed both as 'v trial and as a trust.
What is it that God and tiumanity demand of us ? What
is the great question for our practical solution? Unless
we greatly err, that question simply is, Shall we, by
Jehovah's help, destroy the traffic in intoxicating poisons,
or shall they destroy us ? Shall we lay Alcohol in hU
grave, or permit him to lay a myriad of our comrades in
their own? Shall we consent to have the most brilliant
intellects among us any longer extinguished? Shall we
permit the fair bride of to-day to become the desolate
widow of to-morrow ? Shall we stand idly by and see
the noblest of our brotherhood go down to darkness and
the worm? Shall we suffer this monster evil to cast its
hideous shadow athwart the rays that fall from Calvary
itself, or shall we, hand in hand, join in the death-
grapple with the hydra? The destiny of millions hangs
upon our answer.

The determination of this question demands great
plainness of speech, as well as earnestness in action.
Let OS learn to speak right out. The press that is silent
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culaDenm. The legislator who has not stadied the code
of prohibition ih unworthy of the seat he encambers.
The orator is to point his shafts, the voter mast aim his
ballots, and the philanthropist is to direct his prayer-
ftd efforts straight toward this, as the grand moral
question of the age.

In this warfare for humanity, we have need of patience.
Wilberforce toiled through one whole generation ere the
British Parliament declared the slave-trade to be piracy.
Opinions grow slowly. Let us put our trust in Truth
rather than in majorities. The prohibitory law move-
ment was, not long ago, in a minority of one ; but the
Lord of Hosts stood with that man, and together they
were more than an overmatch for all that were against
them. Galileo with his telescope, and Columbus with
his compass, stood up alone against the world ; but they
both at last brought over the whole world to their posi-
tions. May it not be also that before this century closes
the law of Maine will become the law of Christendom?

Comrades in this sublime warfare, we are compassed
about with a great cloud of witnesses. Humanity beck-
ons us onward. We tread upon the dust of heroes as
we advance. White-robed Love, floating in mid-air be-
fore us, leads us to the conflict. The shouts of the ran-
somed are in our tents ; ar i the voice of praise makes
music amid our banners.

Let us press forward with our age. Let us weave a
bright link in the history of our century. Let us He
down to our rest nearer the goal of human perfection. Let
us flnd in our toils an ever-exciting stimulus — an ever«
fresh delight. So shall our later annals " be written In
the characters of millennial glory. So shall our pos-
terity be cheered by that sun which shall shine wi'Hi a
sevenfold lustre, as the light of seven days."

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Though we were but two or three,
Sure of triumph^we should be,
We our promised land shall see,
Though the way seem long ;

Every fearless word we speak

Makes sin's strongholds bend and creak.

Wickedness is always weak,

But truth is young and strong.

BEY. T. L. CUTUBR.



My Bledge.

[To be spoken by a boy, or young man.]

IVe taken the pledge, and though not a milk-sop,
Of wine and of brandy I'll drink not a drop;
Champagne, too, and cider, are never for me ;
My drink and my glory cold water shall be.

A milk sop I Who knows the true meaning of this ?
I know what some think, but their thoughts are amiss ;
Who drinks cold water, and dines upon milk.
Shall wear a fine coat, while his wife wears her silk.

Who looks on the wine- cup when crested with foam.
And drinks from that cup, shall his folly bemoan ;
The draught is of poison, though sparkling and clear;
Its crest is the serpent's, and ruin is near.

So much has been sung In the praise of red wine,
So many broad acres yield fruits of the vine,
Some people will sneer as we utter the cry, '
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All over our country, from desolate homes,
Comes wailing of children, and woman's sad moans;
While banished forever are music and mirth,