Spirit of the age., 1858-07-21
n ewS of the Day.
WHAT rs GAINEDa


sale of intoxicating liquors was just, because s
the money goes into the Treasury. There can a
be no argument much stronger brought i
against the legalization of the traffic The $
principle that this policy involves is at once I
infamous and of unadulterated crime, be-
cause the State assumes the position of
trader in the present happiness and eternal
life of its subjects. With one hand, she
with the other grasps greedily the price Of
"men's blood" She stands like " bloody |
Mary" upon her scaffold Of gaping skulls, |
convulsing hearts, the dying and the dead
and smiles at the workings Of the internal
engine of torture she has set in motion for
gain. There is something hideous and sick
ening in this system. Like heather moth
er, she destroys her own for price. Her
offspring, whom she should foster and pro-
tect, she crowds beneath the creaking wheels
which roll in blood and ruin. Youth with
its brilliant hopes and Frightening prospects
are ground down with decrepit age and its
honored locks. She annually immolates the
most sacred interests Of her citizens for the
grand sum Of fire thousand, .1ire hundred
dollets and secures the honorable glory OF
building jails, trying culprits, hanging vic
tins, endowing asylums and digging graves
Men, protesting the religion of Christ 81
down and say to those who can "prove ;
good moral character" and wish to sell rum
how many pieces of silver will you give unt
us if we will betray these into your hands
In this way life and hopes arc made a lega
article of trade and are coolly bartered away
DO you see no horror and injustice in tn
abominable system, when you calmly view
in its length and breadth? 1t is ruinous
pecunary point of view for every din
that is paid into the Treasury there are do
lars drawn out to pay the cost of atfray
maintain paupers and to hang rum-inaam
: assassins It's like Pollok's hypocrite W
"With one hand put penny in the urn
G poverty,
/ And with the other took a shilling out"
: Evils are sown in the spring time, and
a reap an abundant harvest of we, want, V
e and death. The happiness of this world q
e the bliss of the next are weighed in
e scales with dimes and dollars! Let old {
IS olina sit down and count the profit and
/; of her annual merchandise. Let her
S ance the ledger ana place to her debit
le annual damnation of one thousand of
er sons Let her put to some noble and rede
n ing purpose the poor pittance she has rec
n; cd by this iniquitous policy. 1t is the fe
ay her Accusing indulgences-the harlot
g- Rome would blush to own a baser. 1t
1t tribute offering of blood. 1t has been wr
m, by reckless agents from the palsied hand
he the dying and is clammy with human G
Ter 1t is corrodcd by the briny tears Of wee
it Midowb9qd and mgaHingg g. 2rpbaaGHaPge baHP vuti
las echoes back the faint wall of the fami
and the keen cry of the defenseless.
ch- for the price Of "men's blood ~ Let
ms School Find be swelled enormously by i
me Let the masses be educated with it I
II be boarded well, for an Infiexible judge
we placed on an eternal record its cost.
the against it the Angel Scribe has write
on unperishing lines the crime of the rum
nd fic. \ legion of witnesses, those destr
'cn by the policy, stand ready to testify ag
1t, and to plead trumpet tongued agains
deep damnation Of their taking off