I assure you that is a mistake.
confines the new discovery of fortifying virtue by steeping it in temptation wholly and exclusively to rum. Hannah More's demand of “consistency,” he thinks of no consequence whatever.
But our movement is the delight of rumsellers and the great manufacturer of drunkards.
How is it, then, that anxious and terror-stricken rumsellers assemble in conventions to denounce us, and plan methods of resisting us?
No such conventions were ever heard of or needed until the last twenty years. How is it that they mob our lecturers and break up our meetings?
Was Dr. Crosby
or any of his class ever mobbed by rumsellers?
How is it that the moment we get one of the prohibitory laws “which delight rumsellers” passed, these delighted men form parties to defeat every man who voted for it, crowd the lobbies to repeal it, and never rest until, by threat or bribes, they have repealed it?
If rumsellers long and pray for the coming of the millennium of prohibition, why don't they all move down to Maine
, and get as near to the desired heaven as they can?
If rumsellers delight in our Total abstinence labors, how ungrateful in them to allow their organs all over the world to misrepresent and deny what little success even Dr. Crosby
allows we have had in Maine
They ought to chuckle over it, and scatter the news far and wide.
When Dr. Crosby
has answered half these questions, we have some more difficulties to propound which trouble us, about the unaccountable freaks of these delighted rumsellers, who, delighted as they are with our work, yet never can bear or praise the very men who, Dr. Crosby
says, are constantly employed spending time and money in “delighting” these unreasonable fellows.
We are the cause of all this drunkenness, the Temperance