Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1885-07-08
Sam. JOnes's Latest.

Rev. Sam. Jones is the name of char
acter whose sermons as reported have made
feature in some of the southern papers.
The following is taken from report in
the Atlanta Constitution:
81 believe liquor Is good thing in it's
place, and I believe its place is in hell
If was in hell l might drink it, bat so
help me God I never will on this earth
drink it again. Some fellows say, don't
mix politics and religion. When you hear
fellow talk that way you know he HASN'T
got any religion to mix. l would mix re-
ligion with politics, but not politics with
religion. A little religion will help politics.
1t will make it clean and decent. We
want truth, justice and temperance mixed
with politics in this State. spoke to the
Legislature of Tennessee on this subject
the other day. They are talking about
constitutional amendment on the liquor
question up there. We want this question
cleared up beyond the reach of these little
crossroads judges, who hop up every now
and then and say something is nnconstitu-
tional. We want to do away with such
judges and put decent men of brains and
character in their places. You can't re-
form State until you send good men to
the Legislature. Some men come to every
Legislature that meets in Geogria that
amt fit to go to the chain-gang.
'If you refuse to help suppress the in
famous wrong that is being done by whis-
key, you are rotten yourself. Some of
you don't know me. speak plainly. l
use words you can understand. Nows
you can take the Latin word decayed and
it won't faze fellow. If you take the
good old Anglo-Saxon word rotten you
can cut his head off. You see, / choose
my words. Of course there are always
some little spelling-book critics sitting
around, who will go back ON a fellows
grammar. I wouldn't mind being swal-
lowed by whale, but would hate to be
nibbled to death by minnows. Whiskey
is not good for one thing in this world for
which there is not something else that is
better. If the time ever comes when they
say to me, You'll die if you don't drink
whiskey, will say, Get my shroud ready.
mean to die sober. If fellow gets so
low that nothing but liquor will save him
| am ready to preach his funeral sermon
If there is in this vast audience one man
or woman who never had relative or
loved one hurt or ruined by whiskey, want
him or her to stand up right now. You
| have all had brother or SON, or father,
or a son-in-law ruined by Whlskey. MY
goodness, these sons-in-law I'd rather
have a boa-constrictor around my neck
than to have a drunken son-in-law. The
devil can't do any worse than that. Some
of you old hypocrites that are dilly-dally-
| ing with the whiskey question are going to
get caught just that way. The devil is
going to slip up on you with a drunken
son-in-law, and I'll bet he'll make you
prohibitionist with vengeance. God de-
spises coward. l had rather die at the
mouth of a cannon doing my duty than to
run away from it because I was afraid
God intrusts all the noble causes on this
earth to men who are game. 1 don't mean
to talk here more than half an hour. If
any of you fellows get tired, you know ths
way home. We wouldn't have missed
you if you hadn't come at ALL"