the blessing of earth's succeeding generations will rest upon you. Oh! defend the poor and fatherless; do justice to the afflicted and needy; deliver the poor and needy; rid them out of the hand of the wicked."

The brewer too, must have a License before he dare manufacture this curse to earth and mockery of heaven. We do not wage war against the brewers, but against their body and soul destroying, and God dishonouring trade. As they are travelling with us, step by step, to the same destination-the Judgment-seat of Christ, we want them to appear there with clean hands. Can we get them to ponder over this weighty truth-" And there shall in no wise enter into it (heaven) anything that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh an abomination or maketh a lie." They must know that it is the very nature of their manufactured article to both lie, and make liars. Like the Devil it promises, "All this will I give thee if thou wilt fall down and worship me." But what are the possessions which it gives to its consumers? The wise man shall answer, "Who hath woe? Who hath sorrow ? Who hath contentions? Who hath babbling? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes? Who hath "the serpent's bite," and "the adder's sting ?" They that tarry long at the wine: they that go to seek mixed wine." These are the legacies it gives, yea, and sometimes also bequeaths and entails upon "their children down to the third and fourth generation."

My dear friends, the brewers receive a License

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thus to make and sell death. What license have you received to buy it? I only wish that beer drinkers would listen to brewers themselves upon this question if they will not listen to, and heed us. Charles Buxton, Esq., M. P., an eminent brewer, said at Maidstone a short time ago, "That the failures in the hop growth was not so great a misfortune as some people thought, because they had discovered a chemical equivalent which answered all the purposes of the hop, only it had the "disadvantage of killing twentyfive per cent. of their customers every year." Oh! my brothers, ponder that fact ! "It kills twentyfive per cent. of our customers every year." Let that awful statement burn itself into your memories! Let it eat out, like a cancer, your appetite for the drink! Let it work in you a holy zeal for the preservation of your precious lives! "Skin for skin, yea all that a man hath will he give for his life."

Don't talk any longer about your "good beer," but talk of its dangerous and deadly effects. "Punch once asked, "What's the difference between bad beer, ginger beer, and good beer ?" The answer was, 66 They are respectively, Allslop, All-pop, and All-sop." And if they were nothing worse than that we should not so much complain. But, in too many instances, they might be correctly termed,-All-pain, windypain, and eternal pain! An old divine, in 1655, said, "Drunkenness is of sins the queen, as the gout is of diseases-even the root of all evil and the rot of all good. A sin which turns a man

wholly into sin. All sins, all serpentine qualities, meet in a drunkard as rivers in the sea: and that it were far better to be a toad or a serpent than a drunkard." And Charles Buxton, M. P., of the firm of "Truman, Hanbury, and Buxton," published as a fact, "that all the miseries generated by war, famine, and pestilence, do not exceed those that spring from the one calamity of drunkenness. That there are half a million of homes in this kingdom where happiness is never felt, owing to this cause alone -where the wives are broken-hearted, and the children are brought up in misery. That the sober part of the community pays a very heavy penalty for the vices of the drunkard; and that drink is the great parent of crime." He adds, that, "the beershops are the very hotbeds of vice and crime; that it would be a happy thing for our country if a law forbidding the sale of intoxicating drinks altogether were sought for by the people themselves, and enforced with their full concurrence; and that such a law is by no means so absurd a piece of legislation as it looks at first sight." He then submits the question, "whether it should not be allowed, that when five-sixths of the ratepayers of a parish demand the entire extinction of all places for the sale of fermented liquors, their prayer should not be granted;" and thus concludes: "We are face to face with the most prolific source of sin and misery in our age. Let us not be misled by a spurious humanity to deal with it softly. The evil is mighty. The remedies must be strong."

O, then, give up drinking and the brewer will be compelled to give up making.

The distiller, too, must have a license before he dare take the luxurious fruits and vegetable products, and destroy them to make fiery poisons. All the wine merchants must likewise have a license before they dare vend their brandied manufacture. The retailer, too, must have a license before he dare sell any alcoholic liquors.

Thus the whole evil is based upon the LicenseLaw. To know how "the land mourneth because of sin," and to know also that nearly all this woe is propagated and sustained by the drink, and that the trade is sanctioned, authorised, and patronised by the Government, we may well want men of godly principle into the legislature, instead of Barrel and Cask interested men.

But who grants the License ? Before we answer that we must ask who makes the LicenseLaw? Does the Queen? No! I think if the matter rested solely with tender-hearted Victoria, who can so sympathetically "weep with those that weep,"-Victoria, the mother of a numerous family and the mourning widow of an illustrious Prince,—would never license so foul a destroyer to stalk abroad in the earth, snatching husbands away from their wives to leave them bleeding-hearted widows,-to take away parents from their offspring leaving them orphans! But the Queen does not make this law. Who makes the License-Law? Does the House of Lords? No! I think if our battle could be fought there

that England's most illustrious son, and statesman,—whom succeeding generations will idolise -would do us all the justice which his generous heart and clear head could suggest. Amongst the many immortal legacies bequeathed to his country and his kind, Lord Brougham never aided a more noble and praiseworthy work, nor one whose blessings will live so long, as that of the "Grand Alliance." But the House of Lords does not make the License-law. Who then makes the Law? The Commons House of Parliament makes it! Then who compose the Commons? Why just such persons as you choose, and elect. And, if you are not satisfied with your servants' doings, then call them to give an account of their stewardship. And do it at once. Time delayed, in this matter, is death to thousands. Let us summon them to co-operate with us in totally and immediately prohibiting the traffic. Till that is done, the evil layeth at your own doors. They are but your mouthpiece to represent by word and vote your wishes and your

wants.

Then who grants the License? Well, the prescription, when "made up," in London, is sent to the excisemen, and magistrates, all over the kingdom, whe act as dispensing chemists. Over the former you have little or no control, but over the latter you may exert a moral influence. Temperance Societies ought to send deputations, and present petitions. They should at every "Brewster Session" petition against the granting of new licenses, and for a decrease