Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a PoliticianHolley, Marietta
Religion
Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a Politician
Holley, Marietta
Methodist Church (U.S.) -- Fiction; Temperance and religion -- Fiction; Women -- Suffrage -- Fiction
But she said, after hearin' 'em all, “that she wus willin' to vote
on the temperance question. She had thought it all over,” she said.
“Thought how the nation lay under the curse of African slavery until
that race of slaves were freed. And she believed, that when women who
were now in legal bondage, were free to act as their heart and reason
dictated, that they, who suffered most from intemperance, would be the
ones to strike the blow that would free the land from the curse.”
Curius that she should feel so, but you couldn't get the idee out of her
head. She had pondered over it day and night, she said,--pondered over
it, and prayed over it.
And, come to think it over, I don't know as it wus so curius after all,
when I thought how Paul had ruined himself, and broke her heart, and
how her money wus bein' used now to keep grog-shops open, four of her
buildin's rented to liquor-dealers, and she couldn't help herself.
Cicely owned lots of other landed property in the village where she
lived; and so, of course, her property wus all taxed accordin' to its
worth. And its bein' the biggest property there, of course it helped
more than any thing else did to keep the streets smooth and even before
the saloon-doors, so drunkards could get there easy; and to get new
street-lamps in front of the saloons and billiard-rooms, so as to make a
real bright light to draw 'em in and ruin 'em.
There wus a few--the doctor, who knew how rum ruined men's bodies; and
the minister, he knew how it ruined men's souls--they two, and a few
others, worked awful hard to get the saloons shut up.
But the executor, who wanted the town to go license, so's he could make
money, and thinkin' it would be for her interest in the end, hired votes
with her money. Her money used to hire liquor-votes! So she heard, and
believed. The idee!
So her money, and his influence, and the influence of low appetites,
carried the day; and the liquor-traffic won. The men who rented her
houses, voted for license to a man. Her property used agin to spread the
evil! She labored with these men with tears in her eyes. And they liked
her. She was dretful good to 'em. (As I say, she held the things of this
world with a loose grip.)
They listened to her respectful, stood with their hats in their' hands,
answerin' her soft, and went soft out of her presence--and voted license
to a man. You see, they wus all willin' to give her love and courtesy
and kindness, but not the right to do as her heaven-learnt sense of
right and wrong wanted her to. She had a fine mind, a pure heart: she
had been through the highest schools of the land, and that higher,
heavenly school of sufferin', where God is the teacher, and had
graduated from 'em with her lofty purposes refined and made luminous
with some thin' like the light of Heaven.
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