Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1851-03-14
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III liquor, now I'll bid adleu, A
And liquor dealer, deal with you. /
In doing 50, respected friend, y
My opinion ] shall freely spend; I
Because Think you much to blame, Y
For selling that which will infiame
Your honest ~neighbor's honest brain.
And if you choose you may complain
But still, I'll not giUe ray or tGint, Is
But, as my business Is 10 paint '
Proceed and let the truth be told, :
In colors ~unsubdued and bold. j
To 90 ahead, then, l contend,
That those who will a poisn Uend,
Which, at the time they know full well,
Il running TO whom they SELL
Are died as deep in crime and guilt
As If their brothers blood had split.
Hard words are these, but still forsooth
They are the solid, honest truth;
And liquor vendors can't deny it,
With honest faces though they try il.
All! iQwvr sellers, liquor sellers,
You are a sinful set Of fsuoUs.
OF althe trq6ieing and trdding,
There surely is none so degrading,
Both to men and women, all
As selling cursed GleohOL!
OH how disgusting is the sight,
To see men standing, day and night,
Behind a counter, in a puddle
OF water, with a glass and " muddle,"
Amid ten thousand nasty flies,
Swarming round their head and eyes;
Pudding and mudling and stirring and mixing
With mint and ice and lemons, fixing,
Julsps, bitters, punch and toddy,
To sell and prison any body
Whether white or coJored class,
Who'll give a pieaylne a glass?
o, how pclte these gentry are,
A dancing master can't compare
With them, in working head and heels,
o, they are such C~hestegfeLds!
The other day l CHANGED to pop
Into a Frenehman's liquor shop,
Where l thought / would have made
A nice cool glass Of lemonade.
And also. for a while, to see
How polite Monsieur could be.
No sooner entering the door
OF the Frenchmau's shop before
Twas bsasosz, Monsieur, UdI you take,
De zhin cocktail, or pose ! make
Won zhulap-got some mint, ne got de ice,
Me make de zhulap berry nice.
No! den Monsieur, take some vine,
Ne got some first d~'rate-berry fine;
Goot MADEIRA, goot shimpagne,
Imported all de way from Spain;
You dAthrink me no you no complain,
You d'thrink him once, "by gay" you dthrinl
again.
Twill cure your colds, twill take de mottle
on de skin-you thry one bottle?
No, THANK you, sir, said /.
Den you no d'thrink, Monsieur, why?
Because II injuries me to drink,
And is, therefore, wrong, | think.
Ahs-pdrdIn Monsieur-sees at once,
You be's Won Son OBJ Temperance;
Me know now vat Monsieur hab made
Won nice cool glass OBJ lemonade,
Yes, Monsieur, l am not afraid,
Totake a glass of lemonade
For that viii not hurt any body.
Nor, says monsieur, viii vine and toddy F!
tell you, sare, you no dthrink liquor
In dis climate, you die quicker!
You take Won two dthink ebry day
Yon kb den till your head turn gray.
But sare, dis sour lemonade,
win kiu you, fore long I'm afraid.
Just here, in came a noisy cTeU
IleA and babe Monsieur adieu.
Well, now awhile wen change the scene
And 40 and visit that IOo, mean,
Dishonest, Uulqdr, hdckguGrd crew
VIII 90 much harm and mischief do,
You'll find them in their nasty g GROCERIES /"
Or flty g puckeries " or /" doggeries,''
When Ger you chance to go abroad
At every public fork of road
Or if in town, about you sally
You'll find them, sir, in every ally
They sell by cents worth, one, two, three
According as the case may be.
A cent drink they will sell a " Niger"
A white man one a little bigger.
To slaves they'll sell a pint, or quart,
Aad then for pay, perhaps resort
To taking bacon, corn or meal,
Which they make the darky" steal
From his master or his neighbor;
And this they say is honest labor!
have no patience with this crew
And let me say what / wou.dd do
Viii. them, if / could have my way
I'd make them work hard every day
And rightly earn their bread and meat,
Orelse Tdgive them none to eat.
And If they would not work, I'd slip 'em
In the stocks and then I'd tchlP EN-.
And then I'd try them once again
And If they would not work, I'd chain
them, every fellow all together,
And every fellow tar and feather
Aud then I'd take a pair Of shears
Andput q mark upon their ears
And like old King, Nebuchadnezzar,
The father Of vile King Belshazzar,
I'D turn them out and let them pass,
To live on tDdter, roots ind grass.
Now let Us change the scene once moIe,
And christian liquor dealers score;
To see a christian with a quart pot,
Go tothe barrel when he ought not,
And measure out for one poor shilling,
A poison which is daily killing,
His misguided honest ~nrighbor,
And then affirm its honest labor -
What, neighbor n~eighbor! christian neigh
Do YOU, sir, call that honest labor?
Yes, surely sir, so hush be still
If I don't sell it others will
Nor do | think it wrong to SELL
Ny conscience whispers :" all is we'll"
/ feel Pm on my way to Zion,