He imports his own from Spain." John's face had been hardening down into a firm, decided look, while Lillie, stroking his whiskers and playing with his collar, went on with this address.
At last he said, "Lillie, I have done almost every thing you ever asked; but this one thing I cannot do,--it is a matter of principle.

I never drink wine, never have it on my table, never give it, because I have pledged myself not to do it." "Now, John, here is some more of your Quixotism, isn't it ?" "Well, Lillie, I suppose you will call it so," said John; "but listen to me patiently.

My father and I labored for a long time to root out drinking from our village at Spindlewood.

It seemed, for the time, as if it would be the destruction of every thing there.

The fact was, there was rum in every family; the parents took it daily, the children learned to love and long after it, by seeing the parents, and drinking little sweetened remains at the bottoms of tumblers.