And agin I didn't know what to say, and I hurried him off to bed. But, after he had gone, I spoke out entirely unbeknown to myself, and says,-- “I can't see through it.” “You can't see through what?” says Josiah, who wus jest a comin' in. “I can't see through it, why drunkards and murderers are punished, and them that make 'em drink and murder go free. I can't see through it.” “Wall, I don't see how you can see through any thing here--dark as pitch.” Here he fell over a stool, which made him madder. “Folks make fools of themselves, a follerin' up that subject.” Here he stubbed his foot aginst the rockin'-chair, and most fell, and snapped out enough to take my head off,-- “The dumb fools will get so before long, that a man can't drink milk porridge without their prayin' over him.” Says I, “Be calm! stand right still in the middle of the floor, Josiah Allen, and I'll light a lamp,” which I did; and he sot down cleverer, though he says,-- “You want to take away all the rights of a man. Liquor is good for sickness, and you know it. You go onto extremes, you go too fur.” Says I calmly, “Do you s'pose, at this late hour, I am goin' to stop bein' mejum? No! mejum have I lived, and mejum will I die. I believe liquor is good for medicine: if I should say I didn't, I should be a lyin', which I am fur from wantin' to do at my age. I think it kep' mother Allen alive for years, jest as I believe arsenic broke up Bildad Smith's chills. And I s'pose folks have jest as good a right to use it for the benefit of their health, as to use any other pizen, or fire, or any thing. “And it should be used jest like pizen and fire and etcetery. You don't want to eat pizen for a treat, or pass it round amongst your friends. You don't want to play with fire for fun, or burn yourself up with it. You don't want to use it to confligrate yourself or anybody else. “So with liquor. You don't want to drink liquor to kill yourself with, or to kill other folks. You don't want to inebriate with it. If I had my way, Josiah Allen,” says I firmly, “the hull liquor-trade should be in the hands of doctors, who wouldn't sell a drop without knowin' _positive_ that it wus _needed_ for sickness, or the aged and infirm. Good, honest doctors who couldn't be bought nor sold.” “Where would you find 'em?” says Josiah in a gruff tone (I mistrust his toe pained him). Says I thoughtfully, “Surely there is one good, reliable man left in every town--that could be found.” “I don't know about it,” says he, sort o' musin'ly. “I am gettin' pretty old to begin it, but I don't know but I might get to be a doctor now.” Says he, brightenin' up, “It can't take much study to deal out a dose of salts now and then, or count anybody's pult.” But says I firmly, “Give up that idee at once, Josiah Allen. I have come out alive, out of all your other plans and progects, and I hain't a goin' to be killed now at my age, by you as a doctor.”