The drunkard defies it, and arrogates the right of dispensing with forethought and self-denial,--throwing upon others the blame of his ultimate wretchedness.

The mob orators, who gather "the millions" about them, are very wide of the mark, when, instead of seeking to train their crowd of hearers to habits of frugality, temperance, and self-culture, they encourage them to keep up the cry, "Will nobody help us ?" The cry sickens the soul.

It shows gross ignorance of the first elements of personal welfare.

Help is in men themselves.

They were born to help and to elevate themselves.