To them the past will be no turmoil of mad dreams , nor the future an eternity of such moments as follow the delirium of the drunkard . Their dead faces shall express what their spirits were and are to be by a lingering smile of memory and hope . Ahem ! Dry work , this speechifying , especially to an unpractised orator . I never conceived till now what toil the temperance lecturers undergo for my sake ; hereafter they shall have the business to themselves . -- Do , some kind Christian , pump a stroke or two , just to wet my whistle . -- Thank you , sir ! -- My dear hearers , when the world shall have been regenerated by my instrumentality , you will collect your useless vats and liquor-casks into one great pile and make a bonfire in honor of the town-pump . And when I shall have decayed like my predecessors , then , if you revere my memory , let a marble fountain richly sculptured take my place upon this spot . Such monuments should be erected everywhere and inscribed with the names of the distinguished champions of my cause . Now , listen , for something very important is to come next . There are two or three honest friends of mine -- and true friends I know they are -- who nevertheless by their fiery pugnacity in my behalf do put me in fearful hazard of a broken nose , or even a total overthrow upon the pavement and the loss of the treasure which I guard . -- I pray you , gentlemen , let this fault be amended . Is it decent , think you , to get tipsy with zeal for temperance and take up the honorable cause of the town-pump in the style of a toper fighting for his brandy-bottle ? Or can the excellent qualities of cold water be no otherwise exemplified than by plunging slapdash into hot water and woefully scalding yourselves and other people ? Trust me , they may . In the moral warfare which you are to wage -- and , indeed , in the whole conduct of your lives -- you can not choose a better example than myself , who have never permitted the dust and sultry atmosphere , the turbulence and manifold disquietudes , of the world around me to reach that deep , calm well of purity which may be called my soul . And whenever I pour out that soul , it is to cool earth 's fever or cleanse its stains . One o'clock ! Nay , then , if the dinner-bell begins to speak , I may as well hold my peace .
Here comes a pretty young girl of my acquaintance with a large stone pitcher for me XXXXX fill .
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