We　have　not　selected　those　of　known　temperance　principles。　What
  they　say　of　beer　is　not　colored　by　any　feeling　for　or　against　temperance；
  but　is　the　cold；　bare　experience　of　men　of　science　who　know　whereof　they
  speak。
  A　BEER　DRINKING　CITY。
  Toledo　is　essentially　a　beer　drinking　city。　The　German　population　is
  very　large。　Five　of　the　largest　breweries　in　the　country　are　here。　Probably
  more　beer　is　drank；　in　proportion　to　the　population；　than　in　any　other
  city　in　the　United　States。　The　practice　of　these　physicians　is；　therefore；
  largely　among　beer　drinkers；　and　they　have　had　abundant　opportunities　to
  know　exactly　its　bearings　on　health　and　disease。
  Every　one　bears　testimony　that　no　man　can　drink　beer　safely；　that
  it　is　an　injury　to　any　one　who　uses　it　in　any　quantity；　and　that　its　effect
  on　the　general　health　of　the　country　has　been　even　worse　than　that　of
  whiskey。　The　indictment　they　with　one　accord　present　against　beer　drinking
  is　simply　terrible。
  The　devilfish　crushing　a　man　in　his　long；　winding　arms；　and　sucking
  his　blood　from　his　mangled　body；　is　not　so　frightful　an　assailant　as　this
  deadly　but　insidious　enemy；　which　fastens　itself　upon　its　victim；　and　daily
  becomes　more　and　more　the　wretched　man's　master；　and　finally　dragging
  him　to　his　grave　at　a　time　when　other　men　are　in　their　prime　of　mental
  and　bodily　vigor。
  BEER　KILLS　QUICKER　THAN　OTHER　LIQUORS。
  Dr。　S。　H。　Burgen；　a　practitioner　35　years；　28　in　Toledo；　says：　〃I
  think　beer　kills　quicker　than　any　other　liquor。　My　attention　was　first　called
  to　its　insidious　effects；　when　I　began　examining　for　life　insurance。　I
  passed　as　unusually　good　risks　five　Germansyoung　business　menwho
  seemed　in　the　best　health；　and　to　have　superb　constitutions。　In　a　few
  years　I　was　amazed　to　see　the　whole　five　drop　off；　one　after　another；　with
  what　ought　to　have　been　mild　and　easily　curable　diseases。　On　comparing
  my　experience　with　that　of　other　physicians　I　found　they　were　all　having
  similar　luck　with　confirmed　beer　drinkers；　and　my　practice　since　has　heaped
  confirmation　on　confirmation。
  〃The　first　organ　to　be　attacked　is　the　kidneys；　the　liver　soon　sympathizes；
  and　then　comes；　most　frequently；　dropsy　or　Bright's　disease；　both
  certain　to　end　fatally。　Any　physician；　who　cares　to　take　the　time；　will
  tell　you　that　among　the　dreadful　results　of　beer　drinking　are　lockjaw　and
  erysipelas；　and　that　the　beer　drinker　seems　incapable　of　recovering　from
  mild　disorders　and　injuries　not　usually　regarded　of　a　grave　character。
  Pneumonia；　pleurisy；　fevers；　etc。；　seem　to　have　a　first　mortgage　on　him；
  which　they　foreclose　remorselessly　at　an　early　opportunity。
  BEER　WORSE　THAN　WHISKEY。
  〃The　beer　drinker　is　much　worse　off　than　the　whiskey　drinker；　who
  seems　to　have　more　elasticity　and　reserve　power。　He　will　even　have　delirium
  tremens；　but　after　the　fit　is　gone　you　will　sometimes　find　good　material
  to　work　upon。　Good　management　may　bring　him　around　all　right。
  But　when　a　beer　drinker　gets　into　trouble　it　seems　almost　as　if　you　have
  to　recreate　the　man　before　you　can　do　anything　for　him。　I　have　talked
  this　for　years；　and　have　had　abundance　of　living　and　dead　instances　around
  me　to　support　my　opinions。〃
  WRONGS　WE　CAN　NEVER　UNDO。
  （By　Delle　M。　Mason。）
  I　have　come　home　to　you；　mother。　Father；　your　wayward　son
  Has　come　to　himself　at　last；　and　knows　the　harm　he　has　done。
  I　have　bleached　your　hair　out；　father；　more　than　the　frosts　of　years；
  I　have　dimmed　your　kind　eyes；　mother；　by　many　tears。
  Since　I　left　you；　father；　to　work　the　farm　alone；
  And　bought　a　stock　of　liquors　with　what　I　called　my　own；
  I've　been　ashamed　to　see　you；　I　knew　it　broke　you　down；
  To　think　you　had　brought　up　a　boy　to　harm　his　native　town。
  I've　given　it　all　up；　mother；　I'll　never　sell　it　more。
  I've　smashed　the　casks　and　barrels；　I've　shut　and　locked　the　door。
  I've　signed　the　temperance　pledgethe　women　stood　and　sang；
  The　clergymen　gave　three　hearty　cheers；　and　all　the　church　bells　rang。
  But　one　thing　seemed　to　haunt　me；　as　I　came　home　to　you；
  Of　all　the　wrongs　that　I　have　done　not　one　can　I　undo。
  There's　old　Judge　White；　just　dropping　into　a　drunkard's　grave；
  I've　pushed　him　down　with　every　drop　of　brandy　that　I　gave。
  And　there's　young　Tom　Eliotwas　such　a　trusty　lad；
  I　made　him　drink　the　first　hot　glass　of　rum　he　ever　had。
  Since　then；　he　drinks　night　after　night；　and　acts　a　ruffian's　part；
  He　has　maimed　his　little　sister；　and　broke　his　mother's　heart。
  And　there　is　Harry　Warner；　who　married　Bessie　Hyde；
  He　struck　and　killed　their　baby　when　it　was　sick；　and　cried；
  And　I　poured　out　the　poison；　that　made　him　strike　the　blow；
  And　Bessie　raved　and　cursed　me；　she　is　crazy　now；　you　know。
  I　tried　to　act　indifferent；　when　I　saw　the　women　come；
  There　was　Ryan's　wife；　whose　children　shivered　and　starved　at　home；
  He'd　paid　me；　that　same　morning；　his　last　ten　cents　for　drink；
  And　when　I　saw　her　poor；　pale　face；　it　made　me　start　and　shrink。
  There　was　Tom　Eliot's　mother；　wrapped　in　her　widow's　veil；
  And　the　wife　of　Brown；　the　merchant；　my　whiskey　made　him　fail；
  And　my　old　playmate；　Mary；　she　stood　amid　the　band；
  Her　white　cheek　bore　a　livid　mark；　made　by　her　husband's　hand。
  It　all　just　overcome　me；　I　yielded　then　and　there；
  And　Elder　Sharpe；　be　raised　his　hand；　and　offered　up　a　prayer。
  I　know　that　he　forgave　me；　I　couldn't　help　but　think
  Of　his　own　boy；　his　only　son；　whom　I　had　taught　to　drink。
  So　I　have　come　back；　father；　to　the　home　that　gave　me　birth；
  And　I　will　plow　and　sow　and　reap　the　gifts　of　mother　earth。
  Yet；　if　I　prove　a　good　son　now；　and　worthy　of　you　two；
  My　heart　is　heavy　with　the　wrongs　I　never　can　undo。
  SHE'S　COMING　ON　THE　FREIGHT。
  Or；　The　joint　Keeper's　Dilemma。
  Say；　Billy；　git　ten　two…by…four
  'Nd　twenty　six…by…eight；
  'Nd　order　from　the　hardware　store
  Ten　sheets　of　boiler　plate；
  'Nd　'phone　the　carpenter　to　come
  Most　mighty　quickdon't　wait；
  For　there's　a　story　on　the　streets
  She's　coming　on　the　freight。
  O；　many　years　I've　carried　on
  My　business　in　this　town；
  I've　helped　elect　its　officers
  From　mayor　Dram　clear　down；
  I've　let　policemen；　fer　a　wink；
  Get　jags　here　every　day；
  Say；　Billy；　get　a　move　on；　fer
  She's　headed　right　this　way。
  I　don't　mind　temp'rance　meetin's
  When　they　simply　resolute；
  Fer　after　all　their　efforts　bring
  But　mighty　little　fruit；
  But　when　crowbars　and　hatchets
  'Nd　hand　axes　fill　the　air
  Say；　Billy；　git　that　boiler　iron
  Across　the　window　there！
  It　beats　the　nationno；　I　think
  The　Nation's　beatin'　me；
  When　I　can　pay　a　license　here
  And　still　not　sell　it　free；
  Fer　I　must　keep　my　customers
  Outside　'nd　make　'em　wait；
  Because　the　story's　got　around
  She's　comin'　on　the　freight。
  There；　Billy；　now　we've　got　her
  Six…eights　across　the　door；
  'Nd　solid　half…inch　boiler　iron
  Where　plate　glass　showed　before；
  But；　Bill；　before　that　freight　arrives
  Ye'd　better　take　a　pick
  'Nd　pry　that　cellar　window　loose；
  So　we　can　git　out　quick。　　　ED。　BLAIR。
  A。　WOMAN。
  （Dedicated　to　Mrs。　Carry　Nation。）
  When　Kansas　joints　are　open　wide
  To　ruin　men　on　every　side；
  What　power　can　stem　their　lawless　tide？
  A　woman。
  When　many　mother's　hearts　have　bled
  And　floods　of　sorrow's　tears　are　shed；
  Who　strikes　the　serpent　on　the　head？
  A　woman。
  When　boys　are　ruined　every　day
  And　older　ones　are　led　astray；
  Who　boldly　strikes　and　wins　the　fray？
  A。　woman。
  When　drunkenness　broods　o'er　the　home；
  Forbidding　pleasure　there　to　come；
  Whose　hatchet　spills　the　jointist's　rum？
  A　woman。
  When　rum's　slain　victims　fall　around；
  And　vice　and　poverty　abound；
  Who　cuts　this　up　as　to　the　ground？
  A　woman。
  When　those　who　should　enforce　the　law
  Are　useless　as　are　men　of　straw；
  What　force　can　make　saloons　withdraw？
  A　woman。
  When　public　sentiment　runs　low；
  And　no　one　dares　to　make　them　go；
  Whose　hatchet　lays　their　fixtures　low？
  A　woman。
  Who　sways　this　mighty　rising　tide
  That　daily　grows　more　deep　and　wide；
  Until　no　rum　shall　it　outride？
  A　woman。
  Who　then　can　raise　her　fearless　band
  And　say　'twas　〃Home　Defender's〃　band
  Who　drove　this　monster　from　the　land！
  A　woman。
  DR。　T。　J。　MERRYMAN。
  THAT　LITTLE　HATCHET。
  The　world　reveres　brave　Joan　of　Arc；
  Whose　faith　inspired　her　fellowman
  To　crush　invading　columns　dark。
  So；　modern　woman's　firmer　will
  To　conquer　crime's　unholy　clan；
  Crowns　her　man's　moral　leader　still。
  A　century　was　fading　fast；
  When　o'er　its　closing　decade　passed
  A　matron's　figure；　chaste；　yet　bold；
  Who　held　within　her　girdle's　fold
  A　bran'　new　hatchet。
  The　jointists　smiled　within　their　bars；
  'Mid　bottles；　mirrors　and　cigars
  The　woman　passed　behind　each　screen；
  And　soon　ocurred　a　〃literal〃　scene
  Rum；　ruin；　racket！
  At　first　she　〃moral　suasion〃　tried；
  But　lawless　men　mere　〃talk〃　deride：
  'Twas　t