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But how are we to contend?
First, by getting our children right on this subject. Let them grow up
with an utter aversion to strong drink. Take care how you administer
it even as medicine. If you find that they have a natural love for
it, as some have, put in a glass of it some horrid stuff and make it
utterly nauseous. Teach them as faithfully as you do the catechism,
that rum is a fiend. Take them to the alms-house and show them the
wreck and ruin it works. Walk with them into the homes that have been
scourged by it. If a drunkard hath fallen into a ditch, take them
right up where they can see his face, bruised, savage and swollen, and
say, "Look, my son: Rum did that!"
Looking out of your window at some one who, intoxicated to madness,
goes through the street, brandishing his fist, blaspheming God,--a
howling, defying, shouting, reeling, raving and foaming maniac,--say
to your son, "Look; that man was once a child like you." As you go by
the grog-shop, let your boy know that that is the place where men are
slain, and their wives made paupers, and their children slaves.
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