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"Who is mean enous tc sell liquor on Sun.
day?' inquired friend Of ours upon seeing a
man staggering through our village on Sabbath
last, and we replied, that ANY MAN who
will sell at all, is mean enough to sell it on
the Sabbath nay, more, we believe the man
who, at the present day, continues in this blood
thirsty traffic, has shut out from his heart-if,
indeed, he has any--every ray Of benevolence
and mercy, and that he would, for three red
cents, sell the victim Of appetite glass Of
whiskey, if he could foresee that he would go
right home and murder his innocent wife and
helpless children, and that their ghosts would
haunt him (the vender) all the rest of his
worthless life. The idea Of a rumseller having
any regard for the Sabbath, Notwithstanding
many Of them shut up the 'front.' doors OF
their shops, put on sanctimonious face, and,
perchance, take their " fashionable ladies" to
church, is preposperous in the extreme.


T Akron Roarer.