But Zachary was a drunkard, and persisted in his intemperate habits till he reached the age of fifty.  By whose means I am unable to say, but at that time he was induced utterly to abandon the use of intoxicating drinks.  His life was extended to eighty years, but he was never known after the above reformation, although often under powerful temptation, to taste in a single instance of the “accursed thing.”

In his history of the Indians of Connecticut, De Forest has given us an account of the manful resistance of Zachary on one occasion of an artful temptation to violate his temperance principles, spread before him by John Trumbull, at his father’s house.  He says, “In those days the annual ceremony of election was a matter of more consequence than it is now; and the Indians, especially, used to come in considerable numbers to Hartford and New Haven to stare at the governor, and the soldiers, and the crowds of citizens, as they entered those cities, Jonathan Trumbull’s house was about half-way between Mohegan and Hartford, and Zachary was in the habit of stopping, on his way to election, to dine with his old employer.

“John Trumbull, then about ten years old, had heard of the reformation of Zachary, and, partaking of the common contempt for the intemperate and worthless character of the Indians, did not entirely credit it.  As the family were sitting around the dinner-table, he resolved to test the sincerity of the visitor’s temperance.

“Sipping some home-brewed beer, which stood on the table, he said to the old man, ‘Zachary, this beer is excellent; won’t you taste it?’ The knife and fork dropped from the Indian’s hand; he leaned forward with a stern intensity of expression, his dark eyes, sparkling with indignation, were fixed on the young tempter:  ‘John,’ said he, ’you don’t know what you are doing.  You are serving the devil, boy.  Don’t you know that I am an Indian?  I tell you that I am; and if I should taste your beer, I could never stop until I got to rum, and become again the drunken, contemptible wretch your father once knew me. John, while you live, never again tempt any man to break a good resolution.’”

This was said in an earnest, solemn tone, and deeply affected Governor Trumbull and lady, who were at the table.  John was justly awed, and deep was the impression made upon him.  His parents often recurred to the incident, and charged their son never to forget it.

The advice of the sachem was indeed most valuable.  “Never again tempt any man to break a good resolution.”  It were well if this precept were followed by all.  How many who are reformed from evil habits, yet not firm and established, but who would persevere in their better resolutions were they encouraged, are suddenly, and to themselves surprisingly, set back by some tempter!  What sorrow is engendered! and how difficult to regain what is thus lost!  All this is essentially true of the young.  Their good resolutions are assaulted;