Temperance Column.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume IV, Issue 277, 1 November 1902, Page 4

Temperance Column.

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o V (l'ublisue i by arra ig-meat). LIFE OH D.iATH. NO SENTIMENT IN LIFE ASSURANCE TABLhiS. Drinkers' per cenlage of deiths 79-4 Abstainers' ~ ~ 55.1 THE SCEPTKti LIFE ASSOCIATION. The Finan-ial 'limes says :—We are always favourably impressed with the reports of the Sceptre Life Association, wh ch, although not a large Oflice, is thoroughly sound and i* doing remarkably well. Most of its business seems to be in smail policies, the average ndividu-jl sum being under £2OO, but great care is t«kea in selection, and oC'jnorny c f working is secured in an exceptional degr<-e. . . . Another trong point in favour of the Office i 8 the marked vital ty of it* members. The Temperance section hat always been a featuie, and certainly the figures shown year by year are striking. In 1901, for | example, the mortality on that fide of ithe house was a good dral IeBS than h if Ithe '• expectation," and the experience !of the last 18 yearj is all in the <ian.e direction : Expected Actual Perdeathi deaths centage General section 2,081 1,652 79.4 Temperance 1,221 673 55.1 The total funds now appear in tl e accounts as £915,000, while the real value is considerably more, and a satisfactory interest rate is earned on the whole. The bonuses declared at the la t two valuations have been good, and theie is every indisation that the next, will be still better. —Alliance News.

STOP AND THINK.

My boy when they ask you to drink,

Stop and think. Just think of the danger ahead ; Of the hearts that in sorrow have bled O'er hopes that were drown'd in the bowl, Filled with death for the body and soul.

When you hear a man asking for drink, Stop and think. The draught that he drinks will destroy High hopes and ambitions, mj bey ; And the man who the leader might be Is a slave that no man's hand can free ! Oh this terrible demon of drink ! Stop and think Of the graves where the victims are laid, Of the ruin and woe it has made, Of tic wives and the mothers who pray For the curse to be taken away. Yes, when you are tempted to drink, Stop and think Of the danger that lurks in the bow], JThe death that it brings to the soul, The harvest of sin and of woe, And spurn back the tempter with " No." E. E, Rexford. LIQUOR LOGIC. "Yes," said a liquor man the other day, " there are some funny laws in this colony ; just fancy closing hotels on Sunday. Don't a man get just as thirsy on a Sunday as on any other day." The liquor traffic hates to be under a moral aw.