XXXVIII. "DO MEN GATHER GRAPES OF THORNS?"

This question was asked by a man who knew more than any one else, and he

knew very well what the answer would be. We should suspect a man of

insanity who looked for grapes on a thorn bush. And yet we see numbers

of both men and women looking for happiness and comfort in the Public

House, and judging from their appearance afterwards, we feel sure they

went for grapes and found festering thorns!

It was our duty, some time ago, to be part of a deputation to support a

memorial to the Magistrates at what is called "The Brewster Sessions."

There was a number of Ministers and others who represent the Temperance

movement, with some ladies like-minded, and we took our places in the

same court where the publicans and their friends were. Some of these had

come to transfer licenses, others to seek to have in-beershops, and power

to sell other kinds of drink. The Magistrates, however, refused both of

the applications for new licenses, nor did we wonder, when we saw those

who were waiting to be punished or pardoned, as the case might be.

In the gallery were a number of the friends of those who were waiting to

have their names called upon, and then to appear in the dock. Besides

these, were the usual loafers, many of whom have found, or will find work

for the police, after going to seek grapes where thorns grow: and then

others, like the writer, who were on the lookout for a profitable way to

spend an hour or two. It was a most instructive time, and one wonders

how it is that long-headed Englishmen can, after seeing the results of

visiting the publichouse, ever be persuaded that grapes are to be got

there without trouble.

The mistake many good people make is looking on drinking as a failing,

and not as a crime. It must be a sin for any one to make himself

eligible for doing all sorts of mischief and wrong, as men do who take,

as they say, "a sup of drink." It is this sup of drink that gives them

the impetus towards cruelty and lust, and we must insist upon it that for

a man to prepare himself for wickedness is a sin against himself and his

God. If this be so, the social element in drinking makes it all the more

dangerous. Men and women drink often because it is considered a kind and

hospitable thing to offer it, and an ungenerous and churlish thing to

refuse it. What is this but calling a thorn a vine?

While we were in the court, several cases came before the

Magistrates--"Drunk and Disorderly," varied by obscenity and quarrelling.

One woman told the Bench that she had been teetotal for five and a half

years, till she came into the town to pay a debt, and then she had a

glass, "and it will be twenty years before I have any more." "Ah!" said

"His Worship,"

"LISTEN TO NO FRIEND THAT WANTS YOU TO TAKE DRINK."

Another poor wretch was "Drunk and Incapable." She told the Magistrates

that she had come to get a situation, that her box was at the station.

She had evidently seen better days. The Chairman said how sorry he was

to see a woman like her, evidently a superior person, in such a case, and

she gladly promised to be a better woman, but she had been more than once

to the thorn for grapes, and we fear will go again. There was a young

fellow brought up for drunkenness and obscenity, whose fine was paid by

his mother. She looked a decent but poor woman, and one could not but

wonder what she had parted with to raise the money, to keep what one of

the Magistrates called a blackguard, out of prison. But what will not a

mother's love do! These are a few of the cases which made us wonder that

in our town we have so many places, licensed by the same Magistrates, to

sell that which fits men and women to appear in the court to be punished.

We wonder how long it will take to make the English people see that so

long as we allow drinking shops to abound, there will be a necessity for

police and lock-ups, and that it is as easy to gather grapes of thorns as

to expect peace and quietness and facilities for drinking to exist

together?

GOD'S ANGER IS A FIRE THAT

IS AS DIFFICULT

TO STOP AS TO START.

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