...nsist that there's nothing equal to what we had in old times,--not even the snow-storms or the St. Michael pears,--and the thing is done. Before our movement began, three quarters of the farms of Massachusetts were sold under the hammer for rum-debts. You could not enter a public-house in country or city, of the first-class or the smaller ones, except through a grog-shop. Their guests felt mean if they...