Go on a little further, and I am sure you cannot.  I think, if some of you should try to break away, you would find a chain on the right wrist, and one on the left; one on the right foot, and another on the left.  This serpent does not begin to hurt until it has wound ’round and ’round.  Then it begins to tighten and strangle and crush until the bones crack and the blood trickles and the eyes start from their sockets, and the mangled wretch cries.  “O God!  O God! help! help!” But it is too late; and not even the fires of we can melt the chain when once it is fully fastened.

I have shown you the evil beast.  The question is, who will hunt him down, and how shall we shoot him?  I answer, 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 must give it to them and 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 truths of the Bible, that rum is a fiend.  Take them to the almshouse, 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 them know that that is the place where men are slain and their wives made paupers and their children slaves.  Hold out to your children warnings, all rewards, all counsels, lest in afterdays they break your heart and curse your gray hairs.  A man laughed at my father for his scrupulous temperance principles, and said:  “I am more liberal than you.  I always give my children the sugar in the glass after we have been taking a drink.”  Three of his sons have died drunkards, and the fourth is imbecile through intemperate habits.

Again, we will grapple this evil by voting only for sober men.  How many men are there who can rise above the feelings of partizanship, and demand that our officials shall be sober men?  I maintain that the question of sobriety is higher than the question of availability; and that, however eminent a man’s services may be, if he have habits of intoxication, he is unfit for any office in the gift of a Christian people.  Our laws will be no better than the men who make them.  Spend a few days at Harrisburg or Albany or Washington and you will find out why, upon these subjects, it is impossible to get righteous enactments.