Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1850-10-19
THE ANTI-SLAVERY BUGLE.
Temperance Anecdoie.

Holden's Dollar Magazine tells the fol- |
lowing:
A small temperance society had been |
started in community very much under
the control of a rich distiller commonly
called "Bill Myers" This man had several
sons who had become drlnkards on the ia
cilties afforded by their education at home.
The whole family was arrayed against the
movement, and threatened to break up any
meeting called to promote the object
Learning this, MIR. Hunt went TO neigh
boring district for temperance volunteers
for that particular occasion. lie then gave
out word for n meeting, and, at the time,
found his friends and enemies about equal
in numbers. This fact prevented any out
break, but could not prevent noise.
MIR. Hunt mounted his platform, and, by n
few sharp anecdotes aud witty sayings, soon
silenced all noise except the sturdy "Bil
Myers" The old Dutchman kept crying
out "Mislter Hunt, money makes the mare
CO." To every shot which seemed ready to
demolish him, the old fellow presented the
shield "Mishter Hunt, money makes the
mare CO."
At last Mr.. Hunt stopped and addressed
the imperturbabc German. "Look here,
Bill Myers, you say that money makes the
mare CO. do you"
ayes, dat ish just what ] say, Mishter
Hunt"
"Well, Bill Myers, you own and work a
distillery, don't you? inquired Mr.. Hunt.
"Dat ish none of your business, Mishter
Hunt But den, ish not ashamed of it. ]
has got still, aud work it, too"
"And you say, Money makes the mare
go ! do you mean by that, that have come
here to get the money of these people z"
"Yes Mishter Hunt dat ish just what
mean"
avery well; you work distilery to
make money, and lecture OH temperance
to make money, and, as you say, Money
makes the mare CO. Bill Myers, bring out
you mare and I'll bring out mine, aud we'll
show them together"
by this time the whole assembly was i'm q
litter of delight, and even Myers's followers
could not repress their merriment at the evi.
dent embarrassment of their oracle. In the
meantime, we must premise that MIR. Hum
knew large number of the drunkards pre-.
sent, and among them the SONS of Myers
himself
"Bil Myers, who is that holding him
self up by that tree" inquired MIR. Hunt
pointing TO a young man so drunk that he
could not stand alone.
| AuO Nlu oidlNNNj uS u cNuilE bl
der, but was obliged to reply: dat ish my
son but what of dat, Mishter Huntp
"Good deal of that, Bill Myers, for guess
that son has been riding your mare, aud go
troiDn, too !"
Here there was perfect uproar from al
parts of the assembly, and, as soon MS orde
was restored, Mr.. Hunt proceeded, as h
pointed TO another son:
"Bill Myers, who is that, staggering abou
as if his legs were as weak as potato vine
after frost 2"
swell, / suppose dat is my son, too,
replied the old man, with a crest-fallen look
He fus been riding your mare, too, an,
got a tumblew
AT this point the old man put up botl
hands in an imploring manner, and excaim
ed: snow, Mishter Hunt, if you won't sa,
any more, Il will be still"
This announcement was received with
roar of applause and laughter and, from
that moment, M. Hunt had all the groun'
to himself.