THE SEVEN ACTS OF INTEMPERANCE.

Patea Mail, Volume 1, Issue 44, 11 September 1875, Page 2

THE SEVEN ACTS OF INTEMPERANCE.

All the world’s a bar-room, And all the men and women merely tipplers, They save their bottles and their glasses ; And one man in his time takes many quart*. His drinks being seven kinds :—At first the infant. Taking the cordial in the nurse's arms, And then the whining school-boy, with Iris drop Or two : of porter, just to make him creep More willingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like a furnace o'er his lemonade. Brew’d into whiskey punch. Then the soldier, Full of strange oaths, and reeling mad with brandy : Brutal and beastly; sudden and quick in quarrel ; Seeking the head in Intemperance. Even in the gallon’s mouth. And then the justice. In fair round lielly, with Madeira lined ~ r Most elegantly drunk, superbly corn’d ; Full of wise saws against the use of gin ; And so he swallows wine. Tire sixth drink Shifts int» the lean and bloated dram drinker A spectacle on nose, he’s scorch’d inside ; The wretched haggard hose a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and l»is once manly hand, Shaking the cup of tea (well lined with rum). Seems now five palsied bones. Last drink of all That ends intoxication’s history Is laudanum —self-murder’s long oblivion— Sans faith, sans hope, sans life, sans everything ! ______________