Dialogue between John and Thomas, on the Corn Laws, the Charter, Teetotalism, and the Probable Remedy for the Present DisstressesUnknown
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Dialogue between John and Thomas, on the Corn Laws, the Charter, Teetotalism, and the Probable Remedy for the Present Disstresses
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Chartism; Great Britain -- Economic conditions -- 19th century; Temperance
T. Tuts man ye’re takin’ the very warst look o’ the thing ye can tak’;
its weel enough kent there’s mony a ane tak’s a bit suck that disna
drive themsel’s to thae extremities ye talk about, our Ministers, and
Elders, and Magistrates, and Councillors too; indeed, the maist o’ folk
that reckon themsel’s upish can a’ tak’ their moderate dram and no rin
to excess.
J. Their moderate dram! dinna tell me about moderate drams, I ken baith
Ministers, and Elders, and Magistrates too, that hae gaen far aglee wi’
their moderation, but independent o’ a’ that, is’t no a shamfu’ bad
example they set before workin’ folk, (for poor folk maun aye be
imitating the rich if they can ava) to drink thae drinks that destroy
sae muckle o’ our grain in times like this, when poor folk’s starvin’;
every half mutchin ye drink, Thomas, believe me or no as ye like,
destroys as muckle gude food as wad mak’ a comfortable meal to a gude
big family, and I’m creditably informed that there is as much destroyed
in one distillery every morning as wad breakfast the hale town o’
Paisley.
T. Hoot, nonsense, John ye’re surely gaun out o’t noo athegither, I
never dream’t o’ ony thing like that, ye wad maist fricht a body frae
ever tasting a drap again; if that was the case ye wad think the hale
kintra wad rise up in a mass against it, our legislators wad stop
distillation, and our magistrates wad grant nae mae licenses. Hoot toot
John, ye’re surly far wrang.
J. No, tweel awat Thomas, I’m nane wrang, for if there was nane o’ the
drunkard’s drink drucken, every inhabitant in Scotland micht hae sax
pound o’ bread every week they hinna, and that’s but ae portion o’ the
evil that springs frae that curse; look to the misery and madness, the
woes and wretchedness, that it produces; we’re tax’d to a pretty degree
even noo to support prisons like bastiles, whereas if we wad a’ drap
drinking, a three-storey house wad ha’d a’ the criminals in a kintra
side.
T. Altho’ there a wheen fools that mak’ themsel’s idiots wi’ drinkin’,
we’re no a’ to be blamed wi’t; there’s mony a decent respectable
minister and magistrate baith that tak’ their dram, and disna fill
themsel’s fou, and if folk wad only imitate their example there wad be
nae great fear o’ gaun wrang.
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