Which Way Shall I Turn Me?

Abstract

The representative of moderate drinking is here called ‘Old Fuddler’ and his claim that one glass will not have negative effects is disproved by the social disorder and the coffin behind him. Meanwhile the teetotaller’s happy home is shown.

THE BRITISH AND FOREIGN TEMPERANCE INTELLIGENCER.
[In consequence of an accident which happened to the wood-cut intended for this number, just as we were going to press, we have been compelled to substitute the cut now given. The fifth of the “STEPS OF INTEMPERANCE,” will appear in our next.]

Vol. 111. No. 156.] SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1839. [PUBLISHED WEEKLY. PRICE ONE PENNY.]

“WHICH WAY SHALL I TURN ME?” or, Ruin and Salvation.
OLD FUDDLER. – Come along, Charley my boy; come along! Only just one glass! A short life and a merry one ! that’s my ticket.
CHARLES. – Well, your’e a good natured fellow, tho’ you’ve ruined yourself by drinking. I was thinking about abstaining; but surely one glass won’t hurt me!
TEE-TOTALLER. – Don’t listen to him, my dear Charles. You see what drinking has done for him. If you take one glass you won’t know when to stop. You promised to go to our meeting. Come, and learn the blessings of Total Abstinence.

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