"Warp and woof." . 12 WAKP AND WOOF. Either when the light weights settled down, and theHevies keeping on to uAre plural of am. Thencame a general collapse. Speaking was next in order,and how often have we puzzled our massive brains overthe Little Maids Reply. How joyous and kind theold master seemed that day. His sober-looking face waswreathed in smiles. How soft and tender the touch ofhis old horny hand, when bidding each little one ugood-bye till to-morrow, with a pat on the head. Oh, couldwTe but recall one of the many days in a misspent thirtyyears! That New Years Daj^, with all its surro
"Warp and woof." . 12 WAKP AND WOOF. Either when the light weights settled down, and theHevies keeping on to uAre plural of am. Thencame a general collapse. Speaking was next in order,and how often have we puzzled our massive brains overthe Little Maids Reply. How joyous and kind theold master seemed that day. His sober-looking face waswreathed in smiles. How soft and tender the touch ofhis old horny hand, when bidding each little one ugood-bye till to-morrow, with a pat on the head. Oh, couldwTe but recall one of the many days in a misspent thirtyyears! That New Years Daj^, with all its surround-ings, would be the only one worth a thought. Could weinvoke the spirits of the departed dead, we would call upthe old master and scholars of the cross-roads school-house, and with them celebrate, in a befitting mannerand melting mood, with joyous hearts of ye oldentime, the morning of the second century. None livingneed apply. This narrow isthmus twixt two boundless seas—The Past, the Future—two WARP AND WOOF. 113 Once More Unto the Breach, DearFriends. As temperance men, let us give women the right tovote, and we are free from the curse of who work and support families, and drunken,shiftless husbands, wipe away the scalding tears and haveto endure the soul-slavery of license laws in which theyhave no voice. Give the noble women the right to vote,and licensed crime is at an end forever, and forever;amen. Give the women the ballot, and gravitation willstart the other way, and every grog shop in the land willgo up where Miltons Satan wandered into illimitablespace quicker than you could say Jack Robinson. Thinkof it. The mothers of men who vote are refused theballot!! Let us be just for once in our lives. Let us pray fortemperance and then vote it, and that will add a kind ofeasiness to the next good resolve, and then in a short time,or in the Sweet bye and bye, we will be able to copewith the devil, and send him back where its hot. MayGod
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