I do not believe that a single drunkard was ever made by the tablespoonful of wine that goes into a half pint of pudding-sauce, or the wineglassful that "brightens" a quart of jelly.

Every house-mother knows for whom she is catering.

If one of her family or guests already loves and craves the stimulant, it is prudent to omit it.

The same man would be tempted by the wine of the consecrated cup.

When the disease of inebriety has gone thus far she cannot save him, but she can look to it that her hand does not give the final touch, which is death.
I have written frankly, and I think temperately.