THE WORST OF WOMAN'S WRONGS.

Daily Southern Cross, Volume XXVII, Issue 4357, 2 August 1871, Page 3

THE WORST OF WOMAN'S WRONGS.

"And drunkenneis : it lets out all the man, yea, lets in all the devil." TO THE EDITOB. Sir, — "Pass the Permissive Bill, and the worst of woman's wrongs will soon cease to exist." Yes, indeed, and women are willing to do their part in obtaining signatures to the petition in farour of that bill ; but the question has been raised — whether females can canvass for it, legally. Has that doubt been dissipated ? How can a professedly paternal Government fosber such hideous vice — wink at the serpent-coils its allurements throw around its victims, and leave them weltering in their shame, saying, Am not I in sport ? Many a dipsomaniac has said tome, " I would give anything if all those cursed places" (grog-shops) "were done away Those who dread woman's supremacy should strive tb ■ cure, whore they cannot restrain, the thirst that shrivels up body and soul. If she does gain on man, and ultimately takes the lead, it will be because of the baneful shade of this deadly Upas. It enervates youth, blasts middle age ; it is the mildew and decay that makes man, in his prime, totter to his fall, a crumbling ruin. All who wish well to their kind must grieve that the interests of the few keep open the flood-gates of desolation ' and despair. It is a blind-bat sort of charity that with one hand holds out the fatal cup, and with the other hand drops a golden straw here and there to stem tiny rivulets of dire distress ever flowing from this Niagara of moral pollution. lam thankful, Mr. Editor, that you urge the necessity of a home for inebriates. I fear with you that the prospect of the suppression of the liquor traffic is very remote. Our legislators are not yet sufficiently advanced to leave to the people the yea or nay of th» question. One would think that publicans, seeing their craft to be in danger, would club together and open a home for inebriates. They should be wise in time, for most assuredly the death-knell of | their craft is even now ringing in their ears. Never let them set up a whine for compensation until they have fully and freely compensated the men. women, and children their unhallowed trade has ruined. Evil is a tangled skein, hard to unravel ; but it is ever weaving endless meshes that will grow into , yet more galling slavery. Is it the will or the power that we need to grapple with sin ? Wo are verily guilty in our weakness. Who can look on Young Auckland without a shudder? Youth of pure tastes and simple habits are, alas ! the exception. Oh ! fathers, mothers ! yo may well trembls to send your sons into a world where snares are everywhere set to tntrap the unwary : they need to be moral Samsons to pass through the crucible unscathed. Strange that men do not wake out of sleep, and unite heart and hand to lay this giant vice low, for the sake of their sons, and for the sake of their daughters. Goodnoss, jurity, and truth give life ita lustre and perfume, and we are rankest weeds without them.— I am, &c, A. M.