The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1897-09-17

Who counsels moderation?
Have we not tried temporizing
policies with this wild beast OF name
less passion long enough
Have we not sought To tame him
with moral suasion, TO melt him
with tears of broken hearted woman
hood and childhood, by appeals to
any latent humanity that might yet
be in him, by the homes he has
desolated, and the victims, BY mil
lions, he has inundated?
Have we not resorted 10 measures
of mild repression only to see how
futile they are?
Have we not bound him with the
withes of low license, and high Ii
cense, and hampered him with local
option and obstructive legislation?
Have we not worn ourselves out
with crusades and petitions and re-
mOnstrances2
Have we not, despairing OF any
success with the beast himself, eX-
hausted all possible methods of res
cuing his victims, only to find him
at the end of hundred years Of un-
successful effort, still entlenched
and defiant?
1t is seventy years since the great
Beecher stirred Boston and the ma
ton with his startling appeal.
For half century the inpas-
stoned Cough has gone up and down
the land, creating by his appeals,
that would move heart of stone,
moral sentiment.
Thousands OF others have pleaded
and wept and prayed.
For twenty years women have
knelt on curb stones and entreated
The state still pampers the beast
and turns him loose to raven and
destroy.
Where he had novels, he has
built palaces.
The low groggery has howe<1d
out into the gilded saloon.
The scurvy miscreant, once dis
pissed but patronized, has become
the acknowledged gentleman os
fashion.
He has moved from his obscure
quarters into the street where de-
cent citizens live, and is toasted and
feted by well bred men and women.
He has formed an ostentatious
league and banks millions to defend
his reputable profession.
lie calls conventions, and sits
with parade in dellberation of his
rights and immunities, and the pub
lie press busies itself with reports of
his proceedings and speaks OF him
with respect.
Moderation
No.
Who talks Of moderation in the
coils of boa constructor?
We have temporized too long.
1t is time we talk and act like men.
A murderer, cold, heartless,
cruel, is among us.
Not the assassin Of one, or of Al
family.
His victims count by millions.
His butcheries are progressing
daily and nightly within sight of
our dwellings.
The screams of his victims, if we
would but listen, would chase away
sleep from our eyes.
He knows the fact; we know it.
His sole and only business, for
which he lives, and by which he
lives, is, first to debauch youth and
innocence, and then to hurry the
lishonored hulk away into drunk.
ards grave, and pamper himself
and his family upon the price of his
villanies.
The teocalli of the Aztec war-god,
lpon which the quivering hearts of
were laid, is a shrine of
beauty compared with the horrors
IF this modern demonof destruction
the rum hole.
We men stand by and see it, and
md raise no hand nay, worse yet,
'ote him the right, and take the as
iassin of virtue and life by the hand
md treat him rs our equal.
The annals of human history
no parallel fer stupidity and
nonstrosity.
Moderation
No, Nol
There is but one way; il is plain
md simple.
Treat the criminal as he deserves;
ct criminal law do its Junction.
'ut him in the culprit' dock, which
le is entitled carry him from the I
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