When / was ! drunkard, wife
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CIicu, ialner crleO, mOtucr CIteus anl CTleu,
Mary cried, Ted cried but had not been a
temperance man only month before wife
sung, father sung, mother sung, John sung,
Ann sung, Mary sung. Ted sung, and grand
father sung, and sung, and / bought frying
pan, and put good steak in it, and thai sung,
and that is the singing for working man, when
he is hungry. Finding myself much better,
went and signed the pledge for life, and with
the help Of God shall hold on. (rremendous
cheering.) ~ ''''. = Y -ssr--,' RI,
Ifthere should be any lady or gentleman in
this meeting this evening, that never saw
drunkards home and furniture, Twill tell them
what sort Of place it is.


Here Mr.. Smith recited, with inimitable
effect, the satirical poem, entitled "The
Drunkard's Home," which we have, for con-
venience, caused to be inserted in our Humor-
lists, Book


When first got acquainted with strong
drink, it promised to do great things for me.
1t promised me liberty-and got liberty. |
had the liberty to see my toes poke out Of my
boots--the water had the liberty to 60 in at
the toes and out at the heels-my knees had
the liberty to come out of my pants--my elbows
had the liberty to come out Of my coat had
the liberty to lift the crown of my hat and
scratch my head, without pulling my hat off,
Not only liberty got, but ! got music; when
/ walked along on windy day, the crown Of


Mr. hot ,,,ooId syo A;nrorx, non


And the wind whistle, How do you do 7"


ca Laugh.)


A man that kept beer shop in England, had
the sign Of the beehive hung up over his door,
and some poetry under it. 1t was very bad
house, and very bad man that kept it. This
is the verse he had under the beehive


"Within this hive, were all alive,


Coed liquor makes us funny;


If you are dry, step in, andtry Il
| The virtue of our honey
think that poetry was not right. 1t ought
to have been something like this:
Within this hive. we're dead and alive,


Bad liquor makes US funny;
'-az@az' If you're dry. step in; and veil try


To diddle you out Of your money.


Loud laughter and cheers.)
The speaker illustrated portion Of his re-
marks with a retort or miniature still, with
which he extracted the pure alcohol from wine,
and burnt it, with admirable effect, in the
presence Of the audience. He also took occa-
sion to commend, in warm terms, the new
order Of teetotalers, known as the "Sons Of
Temperance" Hewas repeatedly interrupted
with loud and happy applause, which made the
hall ring again. It was glorious time, not
only for the Washingtonans, but the friends Of
Temperance generally, who were present in
immense numbers.