One town in Aroostook county cast one hundred and eighty-two “Yes” and two “No.” Its total political vote was one hundred and ninety-three. Surely they “remembered to vote” (contrary to faint-hearted prediction) in the State of Maine to-day.
Never was the prophecy so visibly realized: The tabernacle of God shall be with men.
Lewiston is the only large city giving a majority against the amendment. So far as learned, the women did not come out in that place.
Evening.—Sure of my fifty thousand.
L. S.
I do not know how the foregoing extracts read to those fond of fictitious stories, but to me they have the ring of an epic; they are so real, so true-hearted, so full of humanity’s sacred aspiration toward a Golden Age
“Of sweeter manners, purer laws!”
It is record of heart-words. So far as I have learned, all the temperance societies of the state had but twelve hundred dollars to spend—five hundred given by Dr. R. H. McDonald, of California, and seven hundred from the Grand Lodge of Good Templars. The rank and file won the victory, and I believe the inspiration of their work was this motto given by the president of their state W. C. T. U. at the Gardiner Convention: Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit. So shall ye be my disciples.
What is the lesson Maine can teach? It is expressed in the raison d’être of the now famous “Memorial” presented this year to all the presidential conventions by the National W. C. T. U., viz.: “The poison habits of the nation can be cured by an appeal to the intellect through argument, to the heart through sympathy, to the conscience through the motives of religion. The traffic in those poisons can best be handled by prohibitory law.”