The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1873-06-06
FROM WAYNE COUNTY.

what Our "Dry" Correspondents Thinks
of nse "Maine Liauor Law"
The Bishop came and scjourned with
US week. We had exciting times. The
preacher taughtu us to be humble and sub
init without muFwsF;ag' 70 the powers
that be-but there is an inner ccnscious-
ness that all is not right--we feel that
there is a something lacking 10 make up
the sum of our present temporal needs.
The flesh IL weak. The fact is, Monti-
cello takes the deepest interest in religious
matters, and looks well after the inter
est Of her souls, yet there are other mat
tiers of importance which she likewise
considers of immediate and pressing in
terest. The hereafter is consideration
she byno means ignores, nor does she fail
to provide the necessary accommodations
upon which she may, in time of need,
draw. But while pursuing this praise
worthy and commendable object, she al
so keeps in view the urgent and ever
present interests of the passing hour. 1t
seems to be an inherent weakness, or evil,
of poor human nature, that considera-
tions Of future welfare must sometimes
yield to demands Of present necessity. l
need not remind those of varied expert
ence-such as the most Of your readers
may Justly claim to be-that the graft
fication Of carnal desires oft-times insin-
uates its claims in such manner that
our natural weakness won't admit Of our
postponing its qualification for matters of
even vital importance. Then when the
last Legislature let fall upon our devo-
ted heads the "Maine Liquor law il
threw us into condition where our year
ming we're nipped by the frost of impos-
sibility, and our cravings blighted by the
watchfulness of Eye festive Trustee
as Phil puts it. We wander through
the cool-if not classic-streets of our
city of bright May morning, utterly
at loss whittier to go or where to stop.
Ii is too soon for breakfast-the first bell
has not yet wrung-we miss something;
things are going wrong; misery threa-
tens us; what the deuce is it7 Warden
remarks: "By jings j wish l had a
square drink, this morning. Facetious
Phil, says Wont round one do your
Some lean against tree and simply
says, ooh, lordyl' Mr.. Haines remarks; /;
"Boysl this heer law is an (hic) outrage;
Tn smart man, / tell you but this Ii
quor law prostitutes thc privileges of
personal preferences; (hic) if'-but
Mart. stopped Keeps Grafton and sent
him to the spring after a bucket of wa
ter. The sentiment, however, dwells in
our bosom, and we can't help protesting,
as does Mr.. Haines-against the OBJ
noxious enactment. Early risers, with
wild anxiety in their eyes, and II gloomy
foreboding seated on their brows, cluster
near their old haunts, and look gloomily
up at vacant walls where once stood the
inviting words, Il Y LP They turn in
mournfulness to the opposite corner and
peer anxiously at the new paint to dis
cover, II possible, that familiar legend
which once decorated Bill Cotey's front
door. Alas for departed joys. No
welcoming sign stands invitingly over
the accustomed portals; no fascinating
smile fits 6eetingly through the open
doorway as the thirsty soul starts toward
breakfast. Life has lost its last pleas
ure; happiness has been robbed of its
| Joy even Zack-the generous, openhear-
ted son Of Erin-turns a deaf ear TO the
piteous supplicatiOns of the sufferers.
"Ye Gods what shall we do for drink =
is the universal cry, and echo in this
case answers never a word, but sits silent
ly gloating over our misery. OH AP-
Pile jack Apple Jack could tip my
pencil with fire and charge my every
word with thunderbolt; had | the pow
er to summons to my aid the various and
irresistible forces of nature aad direct
them towards mark-tIou JIO,sidst hi'
day pass from the reality Of existencs
and become but legend memory ol
ancient days; recalled by reason of nc
fond recollections talked of not for the
reason which haldom the memory Of
some friend-but eussed, deeply cussed,
for this Unsuitable gnawing at our vitalsl
which eompanionship with thee has plan
ted within Us.
think If had drink I'd feel better
X. X.