r too cold.

These same Anglo-Saxons should not despise, but admire and envy, those
who can enjoy, like men of understanding, like gentlemen, the glorious
gifts of God to man without ever making fools of themselves. For these
the law should be made.

If your husband or son, dear lady, would like to have a glass of wine
or beer with his dinner, let him have it in your sweet and wholesome
presence. Don't make a hypocrite of him. Don't compel him to go and
hide himself in his club, or, worse, in a saloon, or, worse still,
don't allow him to go and lose his manhood's dignity by crawling on all
fours under the counter of a drug-store.

There is no virtue in compulsion. There is virtue only in liberty.

Ah! how I remember admiring in the hot days of blue-ribbonism in
England that free Briton I once met who had a yellow ribbon in his
button-hole!

'What's that you have on?' I said to him.

'That's a yellow ribbon,' he replied. 'I belong to the Yellow-Ribbon
Army.'

'Ah! and what is it the Yellow-Ribbon Army do?' I inquired.

'What do we do?' he said. 'Why, we eat what we likes, we drink what we
likes, and we don't care a d---- for nobody!'

There are well-meaning, most highly estimable, and talented ladies who
go about the world preaching temperance--that is to say, total
abstinence, not moderation.

Now, as a rule, these ladies have special reasons for so doing. Very
often they have led a life of sorrow and misery with wretched husbands,
and they should be pitied. But hundreds of thousands of women have good
husbands who have not to be cured of habits which they never in their
lives indulged in, and who would be condemned to deny themselves every
little luxury that helps make life cheerful when used with moderation
and discretion, if the preachings of these often unfortunate ladies
were to take the shape of laws.

I have often had to listen to self-confessed reformed drunkards who
preached to me, who never was once drunk in my life. The thing is
ludicrous.

There exist, among the Anglo-Saxons, people to whom the strains of
Wagner and Beethoven's music say absolutely nothing, to whom the Venus
of Milo is indecent. They declare music wicked, unless it is out of
tune, dancing absolutely shocking, and the fine arts immoral, and if
they had their way, they would close the concert-halls and the museums
on every day of the week. Because their minds are distorted, they would
condemn people with lofty and artistic mind