The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-02-14
w. CT. u. DEPARTMENT. T.
Conducted by the ladies of the w. c.
T. U. of Anderson, S. C.
The Cry OF Moderation.
Moderation is counseled.
Moderation.

possession long enough!
Have we not sought to tame him
with moral suasion, to melt him with
the 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 by the victims, by millions, he has
inundated?
Have we not resorted to measures
of mild repression only to see how fu-
tile they are?
HaW we. not bound him with the
withes of low license and high license,
and hampered him with local option
and obtrusive legislation?
Have we not worn ourselves out
with crusades and petitions and re-
monstrances?
Have we not, despairing of any sue
cess with the beast himself, exhausted
all possible methods of rescuing his
victims, only to find him, at the end
of hundred wears of unsuccessful ef-
fort, still intrrnched and defiant?
1t is seventy years since the great
Beecher stirred Boston and the nation
with his startling appeal
For half century the impassioned
Cough has gone upand down the land,
creating, by his appeals, that would
move heart of stone, moral senti-
| ment.
Thousands Of others have plead and
wept and prayed.
For twenty years women have knelt
on curb-stones and cntreatcd.
The State still pampers the beast,
and turns him loose to raven and de-
stroy.
Where he had novels he has built
palaces.
The low groggery has flowed out into
the gilded saloon.
The scurvy miscreant, once despiscd
but patronized, has become the ac-
knowledred gentleman of fashion.
He has noycd from his obscure
quarters into the street where decent
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 disreputable profession.
He calls conventions, and sits, with
parade, in deliberation of his rights
and immunities, and the public press
busies itself with reports of his pro-
ceedings and speaks Of him with re-
spect.
Moderation:
No!
Who talks Of moderation in the tolls
of boa constructor?
We have temporized too long.
1t is time We talk and act like men.
4 murderer, cold, heartless, cruel, is
amongus.
Not the assassin of one, or of
family.
His victims connt by millions.
His butcheries are progressing daily,
and nightly within sight Of our dwell
ings.
The screams Of his victims. if we
would 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 dishoneYed hulk
away into tho drunkard's grave, and
pamper himself and his family upon
the price of his villainies.
The toe-calli Of the Aztec war-god,
upon which the quivering hearts Of
thousands were laid, was q shrine of
beauty compared with the horrors of
this modern demon Of destruction
the rumhole.
We men stand by and see it, and
raise no hand; nay, worse yet, vote
the right, and take the assassin of vir-
tue and life by the hand and treat him
as our equal.
The annals Of human history furnish
no parallel of stupidity and monstros-
ity.
Moderationl
No, mol
There is but one way; tits plain and
simple.
Treat the criminal as he deserves;
let criminal law do its function; put
him in the culprit' dock, which is the
only place to which he is entitled;
carry him by the dock, by sentence of
law. to the felon's cell OF to the gang
of striped cohvicts. who are his only