t "limitation is the secret of
power." The best way to provoke an early marriage between devoted lovers
is bitterly to oppose them. The stream whose water spreads over its low
banks is without depth and current and power. But confine the waters
between high, narrow banks, the bed of the stream is deepened, and its
mighty current supports animal life and turns the wheels of mill and
factory. The regulation of the liquor-traffic by license makes it a
financial and political power second to none in America to-day. To vote
for any party or man who advocates liquor license, is to give a loyal
support to the American saloon.

To expect the abolition of drunkenness solely through processes of
education is to preach one thing and to practice another. It is to
perpetuate an evil that costs two hundred and fifty thousand precious
lives every year. It is to leave to the next generation a work that God
expects us to do here and now. Dr. Banks relates an incident witnessed
by Major Hilton on the coast of Scotland. "Just at the break of day the
people of a little hamlet on the coast were awakened by the boom of a
cannon over the stormy waves. They knew what it meant, for frequently
they had heard before the same signal of distress. Some poor souls were
out beyond the breakers perishing on a wrecked vessel, and in their last
extremity calling wildly for help. The people hastened from their houses
to the shore. Out there in the distance was a dismantled vessel pounding
itself to pieces. Perishing fellow-beings were clinging to the rigging,
and every now and then some one was swept off into the sea by the
furious waves. The life-saving crew was soon gathered. 'Man the
life-boat!' cried the man. "Where is Hardy?" But the foreman of the crew
was not there, and the danger was imminent. Aid must be immediate,
or all would be lost. The next in command sprang into the frail boat,
followed by the rest, all taking their lives in their hands in the hope
of saving others. O, how those on the shore watched their brave loved
ones as they dashed on, now over, now almost under the waves! They
reached the wreck. Like angels of deliverance they filled their craft
with almost dying men--men lost but for them. Back again they toiled,
pulling for the shore, bearing their precious freight. The first man
to help them land was Hardy, whose words rang above the roar of the
breakers: "Are you all here? Did you save them all?" With saddened faces
the reply came