CHAPTER XXXVIII.

DADDY'S TEMPERANCE LECTURE.

Having slightly modified the spelling in Daddy's lecture, in order to

make it the more easily read, and at the same time to render it in his

own diction, we now place it, with the preliminary arrangments, "fur

tu be read silent," before the reader.

"Fust, haul out my specks.

Second, haul out my yeller silk hankercher.

Third, wipe them air specks.

Fourth, put them air specks on my nose.

Fifth, put that air yeller silk handkercher in my pocket.

Sixth, clar my throat.

Seventh, go at it loud.

I don't expect fur to say nothin new on the subject of temperance, but

it wont du fur tu say nothin cause you can't get up no new ideas. Now

supposen a neat housekeeper shouldn't hev nothin fur to say, tu a

parcel of careless heedless boys and gals, cause she must say the same

old thing over every day. Hezekiah clean yer feet. Matilda, hang up

yer shawl. Susan Maria put away yer gloves, what kind of a house du ye

think that air would be, all topsy turvey and kivered with dirt? If

them air children don't mind at fust, she keeps up that air kind of

talk from one year's end tu 'tother, and ginerally speaking they grow

up tu be orderly men and women.

Just so we've got to hammer and ding away at the temperance cause from

generation to generation, if we want our children tu be nice

temperate men. Never mind gitten up no new ideas: tech not, taste not,

handle not, is good enough for any age. Then agin, ken ye expect yer

boys fur tu be tidy when yer own feet are dirty and yer things out of

place over the hull house? Them are little shavers think it's big tu

du what daddy does and they are pretty nigh sartin fur to drink that

air nasty lager beer if daddy does. Hev a mat at yer door and keep yer

own feet clean, and hev Hezekiah and Matilda and Susan Maria put

theirn there, tu. That's the way fur tu du.

Some say, a little wine won't hurt a pussen; some say, lager beer

won't hurt a pussen; some say, cider won't hurt nobody: but I say, the

infarnel stuff which makes men drunk, no matter what name it goes by,

is the stuff fur to let alone. It's the infarnel stuff, that makes

holes in yer wallets and holes in yer breeches, and holes in yer

winders, and holes in yer wife's heart, and kivers yer children all

over with holes; and last of all opens a big hole in the ground fur

ye tu slide through inter the infarnel regions.

I hev had it thrown inter my face that Jesus Christ hisself, made wine

out of water, fur weddins, and the govenor of the feast said it was

the best they hed hed. I ain't no doubt of it nuther, jest fur two

reasons, fust, it was made of water, second, Jesus Christ hisself made

it, and ye may bet all yer new clothes, _He_ wouldn't hev done nothin

to hurt nobody, I wouldn't have been afeared myself, fur tu drink wine

made of water, by Jesus Christ. I reckon we don't get no such now

days. Like enough, one reason for his makin it was fur tu hender 'em

from gittin any more of the miserable intoxicating stuff. One thing is

sartin, if he was God, he wouldn't dispute hisself, and the Bible

expressly says, 'Look not upon the wine--fur in the end it biteth like

a sarpent and stingeth like an adder.'

I don't profess fur tu know much about scriptur, but a nice leetle gal

pinted that air varse out to me, and she pinted out another which

said, 'No drunkard ken enter the kingdom of heaven.' Howsoever, I

ain't no preacher, and like enough tham air black coats hev got up

some big idee that clars up the hull subject. My religion is tu do the

best we kin, and we needn't be shaky about the futur. I've been a

advocating that air doctrine this sixty years and folks ginerally

sarve me as two leetle boys did not long ago. They was a making a puny

leetle dog draw a heavy loaded sled, and I said to them are leetle

shavers, 'you'd better turn in and push the sled and help that air

tired weakly dog of yourn;' and when I looked back a few minutes

after, them air leetle rascals was both riding on top of the load, and

had their fingers at their noses a pintin at me.

What people want is fur to have their hearts teched deep, and I don't

know how fur tu du it. I could tell stories about what liquor has

done, that orter set every one of ye a snivellin powerful, but I

reckon you'd ruther hear something funny. Temperance lecturers is

generally expected fur tu tell funny stories jest as a farmer is

expected fur tu feed out his husks tu them air animals that loves fur

tu chaw husks. The grain goes futher when he fodders in that air way.

But I don't know nothin funny connected with the subject of drinking.

It is all kivered over with groans and sighs and tears and blood, and

ye'd shudder fur tu hear about it, and yer feelins may be would get tu

tossin and bilin like mad, but yer wouldn't _du_ nothin. My be in a

few minutes you'd treat me as them air boys did, and take a glass of

beer with yer neighbors, cause all that biling and tossin is on the

surface. It don't go deep enough fur tu make ye act.

T'other night a neighbor of mine was a walkin hum with me and we went

past the house of an old Scothman, who gits drunk every time he ken

git trusted, or treated or ken git change enough fur tu buy the

whiskey, and his wife ain't no better than he is. They hev two nice

leetle children, a boy and a gal, and them air unfeeling wretches,

hed, in a fit of drunken madness, actually shet their leetle boy and

gal out of doors that cold freezing night. The poor babies was half

naked, and they had curled powerful close together on the door step,

where the winds blowed around and gnawed away at their half froze

bodies, until the stout hearted boy cried with pain as he tuck off his

Scotch bonnet and put his sister's poor, little, red, frostbit feet

inter it. His own feet was bare, and their heads was bare, and in a

little while they might hev froze to death, hed we not passed that air

way. Wall, we stopped and tried fur tu make them air critters inside

open the door, but they hed locked up, and settled down inter a

drunken sleep, and the children begged us not fur tu disturb 'em for

them are children was afeared of being mauled tu death. They'd ruther

freeze than ventur in. So one of 'em I tuck and my neighbor tuck

t'other hum. He was a swearing away all the time at them air folks

making such beasts of themselves.

Now, what du yer think he did hisself the next day? He got so tight he

couldn't walk straight. I met him a going hum smellin like a whiskey

barrel and raising his feet powerful high. Says I, 'Neighbor G., I

wouldn't hev thought you would ever hev teched another mite of liquor

after what we see last night.' Says he, 'Mr. Roarer, I ken control my

appetite. I know jest when fur tu stop. I shall go hum and kiss my

wife and children and not drive 'em out of doors as Scotch Billy did.'

Says I, 'Thats just the way Scotch Billy talked five years ago.'

'Wall, wall,' says he, 'I ain't one of yer Scotch Billys; I know when

fur tu stop.'

But ye won't du it; ye'll cave under by and by. Them air kind that

brag that they know jest when fur tu stop is generally the very ones

that go under afore they know it, I thinked tu myself as he staggered

off.

If there is an old toper present, or a young toper, let 'em take the

warning of an old man who has been awatching the gradual down fall of

moderate drinkers for threescore years. I've seen 'em live, and I've

seen 'em die. _Die_ ain't no name fur the last struggle I've seen 'em

go through with. Jest picture tu yourself a grapery, stretchin miles

away, and in that air grapery is walkin men of every age and

condition, and all are a pluckin them are big purple grapes. Some eat

many, some, few; some grow red and portly, some grow pale and thin,

(them air pale ones take the longest strides and get to the end fust.)

They hev all been warned that that air fruit hes been pisened, and

some of them git a leetle frightened at seein the strange way it

effects companions, and they turn back, but the most on 'em go on,

plucking and eating, heedless of the cries of them without. O, they

know jest how many fur tu eat and not die. Their friends needn't

worry: they ken take care of theirselves.

'Mother,' says a youth, lookin through the lattices, with a glow upon

his cheek, 'I'm all right, don't bother about me. See Mr. Moderate

Drinker ahead there,--see how hale he looks--he'll live longer than

any of ye outside.' But afore long that air smart youth goes reeling

past Mr. Moderate Drinker, toward the end.--It is too late now--let

his mother cry to heaven and wring her hands and lie in the ashes upon

the hearth. It is all in vain.--'My boy, oh, my boy!' rings unheeded

in his ear. A mother's voice, a mother's tears, a mother's anguish,

what are they compared with the fruit, which he has lost the power to

resist, and which his companions are constantly urging upon him? But

look! He suddenly starts back pale and fearful. He has seen the

precipice and the black gulfs with open jaws jest afore him? No, ah

no, the heavy clusters and the interlaced vines hide that. But he

heard the despairing shriek of a feller traveller as he plunged in;

and for a moment he tremblingly questions, what is there?

Ah, there is no clusters, no leaves, no vines, between that spot and

his devoted mother's eye. She has long looked fearfully towards it,

and, just upon the verge, she sees him falter.

A faint hope springs up within her, and, with the courage of

desperation, she cries out in a voice that might pierce the skies,

'Turn, oh, my boy, turn, flee fur yer life--one step forward and ye

are lost!' Her last words are drowned in the jeers of his companions,

and his senses are deadened by the odors of the purple cluster just

ahead, and to reach it he takes the fatal step. Fur a moment he hangs

suspended over the abyss, clutchin the vines whose roots take hold on

hell, and as with bloodshot eyes and fearful shrieks, he tugs and

strains to regain his footin, a foul sarpent winds its way among the

leaves, and stealthily strikes his fangs inter the branch to which he

clings, and gnaws his last refuge.

That air is the way they die.

Now, can't nothin be done fur to keep folks out of that air grapery?

If the law would only put a door tu it, and shet it tight, I recken

there wouldn't be many that would git in thar. Some old topers that

hev got a strong hankerin after that pisen fruit, might crawl through

the lattices to get it. When the place is wide open and everything

looks temptin, and they see a crowd a going that air way, it is easy

fur tu foller, but when it's all shet up they turn away tu somethin

better, fur almost any thin is better than sech a place as I hev

described.

I know that a passel of big lawyers and judges say that we can't make

a effectual door cause there ain't no timber in the constitution fur

tu make it of and so some is fur putting up a rickety kind of a

barricade fur tu keep folks on Sundays and lection days, and some is

fur hevin a gate that them air sarpents inside will hev fur tu pay a

big pile of money fur tu get the privilege of openin. But I don't see

why on airth, if they ken git timber fur them air half way consarns,

they can't git it fur a hull door. If they can't, they hed better

graft, some law agin liquor sellin branches inter that air

constitutional tree, and hev them air infarnel roads to the infarnel

regions blocked up entirely.

Howsoever, while its open a single crack we must du the best we ken

fur tu keep the people out of the wrong track. Them air temperance

societies, and temperance pledges is mighty good, but there ain't

enough of 'em and they ain't active enough. Now, a nice, smart,

rosy-cheeked gal instead of passin round wine tu her little party of

friends, might pass a temperance pledge, and coax them air beaux of

hern inter puttin their names tu it, and give 'em a nice cup of coffee

fur tu top off with. There might be lots of them air kind of things

did, if folks only set themselves to work in earnest. Instead of

telling yer friends that it won't hurt'em, as I've heerd of some

infatuated pussons doin, tell 'em total abstinence won't hurt 'em, and

I'll ventur fur tu say they'll thank ye fur it, instead of cussin of

ye tu all eternity fur puttin the glass to their lips. That air

reminds me of another scriptur that that air little gal pinted out to

me, 'Woe tu him that putteth the glass to his neighbor's lips.' That

air is all the scriptur I ken quote correct 'tween Genesis and

Revelation. I larned it fur tu throw in the face of one of them black

coats, that hes invited me fur tu tend his church. Sez I tu him, 'If

ye'll preach from that air text I'll go.' Sez he, 'I preach the

gospel. I can't be givin my valooble time to politics and temperance

lecturs, but I'll read that air chapter to my congregation if ye'll

come.' Sez I, 'no-siree! I don't believe in no half way business.' Ye

see I had an inkling that he was afeered of that air rich hullsale

liquor dealer that tended his church. Them that retail the stuff is

generally looked down upon, but them air that is rich enough to shovel

it out by the hullsale is looked up tu on the principle, turn yer back

tu a poor devil, take off yer hat to a rich devil.

I never could think of anythin bad enough fur tu say about the

mischief them air liquor dealers du, and rather guess on that account

I'll hev fur tu leave 'em to the cuss which God Almighty hisself has

passed upon 'em. I hev no doubt but that air cuss has been echoed and

rechoed by millions upon millions of their victims. I would hate to

have all the cusses of the widows and orphans, and the wus than widows

and orphans that them air ginerations of vipers hev made, and bit.

But there is another pint which consarns every one of us. Hev we a

right to stand by silent and see these things did?

That air is a big question that some folks would like fur to dodge,

cause maybe if they took a active part agin drunkard makin, it might

interfere with their dollars, or with their friends or with their

interests in other ways. But ye can't dodge the question; its afore

ye, and there it shall stand until Gabriel blows his big horn, and

you'll hev fur tu answer it, tu the Almighty, hisself.

Don't the Bible say that every tub shall stand on its own bottom? I've

heerd it did, and I'm a thinkin that all of them air useless tubs that

stand out a sunning theirselves, will fall down and not hev any bottom

fur tu stand on when they are fur, and will only be fit fur firewood.

Fur my part I don't blame God Almighty fur pitchin folks inter the

infarnel regions when they won't du nothin fur tu keep things right in

this ere world, and some actually hender others from doing anything.

Now, supposen there was a big hole in the end of our street and a

passel of citizens should du all they could to keep that air hole open

fur people to fall inter, and you'd hear 'em hollerin out tu folks

that was a tryin to stop it up; 'Let that air hole alone, everybody

knows its there, if they don't want fur tu git inter it let em go

another way; there is plenty of streets;' wouldn't yer think them air

rascals ought to be singed to all etarnity? Well, what's the mighty

difference 'tween them air, and a passel of citizens that'll set by

and see their feller citizens go straight inter that air hole and say

nothin? I believe in men's minding their own business, and I hold its

a man's business to save a drownding feller critter if he ken.

I hev now come to my last pint. It is this. Shall we hev laws that

will save our nation from becoming a nation of drunkards, or shall we

not? Just picture to yourself a drunken president. We hev hed him.

Then picture a passel of drunken senators. We hev hed them, tu. Seems

zif the more big men ken circulate the devil's pisen, the better they

like it, and that air in my opinion is one reason why we can't get

laws tu shet down the making and selling of the infarnel stuff. Why,

keep that air kind of men in office, and figuratively speakin, the

fust we know, a pair of the president's breeches will be stuffed inter

a broken winder of that air White House. Fur if we keep a sendin men

tu Washington, that is friendly tu that air sarpent with many heads,

it will git so big that it will sartin bust every thing to flinters.

It's leetle young ones are a crawlin everywhere now. They lay coiled

on the hearth of the rich man and the poor man, and woe to the

infatuated pussen who gits inter their slimy folds. O, what wretched

slaves they do make of their victims. What tears, what anguish, what

poverty, what degradation du they bring them tu!

Shall we, the free born sons of America, consent fur tu be made

slaves, and lay among the pots? Shall we walk in rags and stagger in

fetters with the blood of the innercent on our hands? I say, shall

this big proud nation be made fur tu totter and tu reel like a

helpless baby a learnin fur tu walk? Shall that air many headed

sarpent rule us, or shall we rule it?

Haul out yer temperance pledges! Float the banner of total abstinence!

Wave high the flag of freedom; and fight long and fight well fur

freedom; from the intoxicatin cup!"

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