"The evil spirit is _not_ extinct, and these growing abominations prove it to be again raising its baleful crest to pollute and destroy.

Listen to my words, ye vain and foolish ones!" he continued, advancing to the front of the window, and stretching forth his arms towards the assemblage.
"Repent! and amend your ways ere it be too late! Hew down the offensive idol, which you term your May-pole, and cast it into the flames! Cease your wanton sports, your noisy pipings, your profane dances, your filthy tipplings.

Hear what the prophet Isaiah saith:--'Wo to them that rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink.' And again:--'Wo to the drunkards of Ephraim.' And I say Wo unto you also, for you are like unto those drunkards.

'O do not this abominable thing that my soul hateth.' Be not guilty of the brutish sin of drunkenness.
Reflect on the words of holy Job,--'They take the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ.

They spend their days in mirth, and in a moment go down, to the grave.' Hew down your idol I say again.
Consume it utterly, and scatter its ashes to the winds.