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THE DRINK QUESTION.

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THE DRINK QUESTION. TO THE EDITOR OF "THE CAMBRIAN." Sir,—Dr. Rawlings, in the thoughtful and admirable address which be delivered at the Temperance Hall last Monday evening said :— Begin with a man in my profession if you like. A general spread of total abstinence would choke off' two-thirds of the doctors. That is a serious thing. If during the next ten years total abstinence become general, two-thirds of my pro- fession would have to emigrate, I don't know where. We should be like the men in the East End of London, singing, We've got no work to do. Now, the forgoing statement is one, the importance of which cannot.I feel,be too strongly emphasised. It is true that since it was made, the genial doctor his, in the cool calm seclusion of his study, away from the neighbourhood of my immediate influence, reduced his estimate to one- half, thereby showing a laudable desire not to let an exaggerated statement circulate throughout the length and breadth of the land. Now, in the British Medical Journal of December 29, 1883, in a letter written by a medical practitioner, who then held the degree of L.R.C.P., of Edinburgh, I read as follows:—" I think the diet-cure will be found the philosopher's store of medicine. By diet we can in a great measure prevent seven-tenths almost of our pre- sent diseases." Now ever since this passage came under my notice, the awfnl vision has been always within my mind of nearly seventy per cent. of the Swansea doctors marching the streets in a procession, singing II We have got no worK to do"; but the great respect and regard which I have for the medical gentlemen of this borough have hitherto caused me to refrain from letting any expression of this idea pass from my lips. Now how should this idea have found its way from my brain to the lips of Dr. Rawlings ? and the only answer I can srive myself to this question is that he was sitting next but one to me on the platform for some time before he commenced his speech, and that through some occult principle, possibly best known to theosophists, the carnal body of Mr. D. A. Rees, who intervened between me and the doctor, must have acted as a suitable medium for the transmission of the current of thought. I am afraid, however, that the publicans may think the worthy doctor is showing a somewhat undue bias in favour of his own profession, when he proposes that while the publicans are to be exterminated, no less than fifty per cent. of the doctors are still to remain at their usual occupa- tion. The first superintendent whom I served under on the G.W.R., the late Mr. J. F. Relton (he was stationed here, I believe, about 1855 or 6, can anyone who is now living ever remember him ? 1 liked him very much, he was always most kind to me, and I greatly regretted his death) was very fond of singing a song, the last verse of \vluch "AI as follows s— 1 Wishing to leave the world in quiet, Of drugs and JQç4 I'd bad too much, So I took a meal of my usual diet, Got better, and 'ecaped from Death's cold clutch; Physic since to the dogs I throw, Happy and gay I pass each day, And when I'm summon'd where all must go, I'm resolved to die in the natural way. When a man's a little bit poorly, makes a fuss, Want's a nurse, Thicks he's going to die most surely, Sends for a doctor, who makea him worse." Under these circumstances, might not the publicans very fairly plead that if they are all to be exterminated, every doctor ought to be got rid of also. And there is another point which I think demands very serious consideration from Dr. Rawlings before he finally decides to extin- guish quite all the publicans. Bret partem his poem "The Society upon the Stainslows" says:— Now nothing could be finer or more beautiful to see Than the first six months' proceedings of that same Society, Till Brown of Calaveras brought a lot of fossil bones That he found within a tunnel near the tenement of Jones. Then Brown he read a paper, and he reconstructed there, From those same bones, an animal that was extremely rare; And Jones then asked the Chair for a sus- pension of the rules, Till he could prove that those same bones were one of his lost mules. Then Brown he smiled a bitter smile, and said he was at fault, It seemed he had been trespassing on Jones's family vault; He was a most sarcastic man, this quiet Mr. Brown, And on several occasions he had cleaned out the town. Now I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent, To say another is an ass—at least to all intent; Nor shall the individual who happens to be meant, Reply by heaving rocks at him, to any great extent. Then Abner, Dean of St. Angel's raised a point of order, when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no vmore. For, in less time than I write it, every member did engage In a warfare with the remnants of a palceozic age; And the way they heaved those fossils in their anger was a sin, Till the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of Thompson in. And this is all I have to say of these improper games, For I live at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James; And I've told in simple language what I knew about the row That broke up our Society upon the Stainslow. Cannot then Dr. Rawlings reconcile it to his conscience to let just one specimen of the genus publican continue to exist, in order that savante in future generations may not take to quarrelling over the remains of the last of the race in the same way that Bret Harte's scientific gents did over the fossil bones whish were found by Brown of Calaveras ?—I am, etc., M. ROWED. Swansea, May 27. TO THE EDITOR OF THE CAMBRIAN." lt Sir,—Possibly the following verses from the Chicago Times Herald," with regard to the exploits of that earnest Temperance worker, Mrs. .Nation, may be of interest to your readers:— MRS. NATION AT THE BAR. Dame Nation of red Kansas By all her ribbons swore That her bewhiskered neighbors Should quench their thirstno more! She emaRhed a glass and chewed it, And spat the pieces out, And tore out bunches of her hair And flung them forth upon the air, And fieroely danced about. The bourbon and the lager Are pouring out amain, From Frank's Buffet" and "George-place" lo irrigate the plain And many a costly mirror Is cracked in forty ways And all her actions are designed To frighten and amaze. The Sheriff hurries forward And bids her cease a space She pulls his ears and tweaks his nose And rongfhly olapn his face She nps the bar to pieces And knocks out all the banfs, And, round about, five hundred men Stand with protruding tongues. Sbp grasps the tall cop's whiskers Within her goodly clutch And pulls them from his system And whoops to beat the Dutch Her hands are full of splinters, She feels them not nor cares, But keeps right on proceeding To regulate affairs. And when her work is ended he men who stand around And, sighing, see her eat the hoops By which the casks were bound, Speed off in all directions I And thank their lucky stars ThatthflY may still get thirsty And drink at other bars. Oh, may her muscle ever Bulge till her fight is won, For oh, I wot she'll need a lot Before the job ie done I — [ Hurrah for Mrs. Nation- Ten thousand times hurrah For her who in her good right band Can swing the fearsome brickbat and Herself become the law! I am, An., Swansea, May 27th, 1901. M. ROWED. TO THE EDITOR OF "THE CAMBRIAN." Sir,—Referring to mv letter, which appeared in your issue of the 17th instant, I have just received the following from a sister of mine who is in Ireland. She savs :—" My husband thought your letter very sensible. Mr. H, who you know is our minister, came to tea, and read it, and said there was no doubt a great deal in what you had written, as his son is now a vegetarian. The father and mother are strict teetotallers, and there is no strong drink kept in the house, but he said when his son took meat. he was constantly craving for lralj water and milk, or drink of some kind (no doubt it would have been strong drink if it had been in the house), but since he has given up meat, hp wants very little drink, and says he is much better in every way.Iam. &c., Swansea, May 28th, 1901. M. ROWED. —

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