Fellow Soldiers,

 

In compliance with your request, I am here – not to indulge in panegyric to some successful aspirant to political place – not to expatiate upon the glories or prowess of American arms – not to dilate upon the vexatious political questions of the day which are threatening to break the beautiful fabric of our Union into atoms.  I come, though arrayed in the garb of war, to bear a message of peace – to proclaim your triumph, though, a peaceful triumph, over an enemy that has numbered more victims than war pestilence and famine combined – To add my voice to the support of a cause, that so ennobles the man, and has for its direct object to rescue from degradation and ruin our fellows.  I am proud to meet you, beneath the auspicious sky of this glorious jubilee of Christendom.  Alas!  Too often profaned by the bacchanalian festival and riot – for the purpose of establishing by our precept as well as practice in daily life, that sobriety is no disqualification to the good soldier – on the contrary it is the source of the greatest pride and satisfaction to see those in your ranks who are model-soldiers – ever ready for duty & who perform it with alacrity and ability.  Where shall we look, if not in your ranks, for those who are patient in suffering, zealous in action, and brave and efficient in danger.

 

We cannot expect those qualities always in him who is in the daily use of intoxicating drink, for the fumes of liquor cloud the brain of the most gifted and sap the energies of the most active, nor in him who at times & when removed from temptation attracts our admiring gaze at his bold step, and excites our praise for his warm heart and brilliant mind, and yet frequently when most needed and when the want of his services will be most grievously felt the one of whom I have presented so flattering a picture is transformed into the debaucher.

But to the man clothed in that regalia, so appropriately emblematic of “Love purity and Fidelity” – who lives in the daily enjoyment of every faculty we may look at all times with confidence for a head clear – an arm steady and a heart true.  The object claimed for the organization of this military order of Sons of Temperance is to use your influence to reclaim such of your fellow soldiers as have fallen under the influence of intoxicating drink.  Not content then with the benefits accruing to yourselves from habits of sobriety you seek to extend them to others.  Such noble and disinterested conduct deserves the commendation of every friend of humanity.  He were indeed selfish who could counsel you to exclude your fellows from a share in your benefits – inhuman he who did not urge you to stretch every nerve to rescue the drunkard, strengthen and encourage the weak, and to discountenance the moderate drinker.  This last is an individual to be rarely met with.  Very few men can drink in moderation.  It is like walking a tight-rope over the Niagara of excess and consequent ruin.  Some persuade themselves that a wee bit of spirit, not only does no harm, that it is a direct benefit but even that it is indispensable to their health.  What a wonderfully subtle reasoner a man becomes when prompted by desire!

When the use of intoxicating drink is not necessary to the system it is a direct injury, in that proposition I am supported by the most eminent Physicians of the day.  Its baneful effects may hardly be perceptible at first but the seed takes root and bears its inevitable fruit sooner or later.  The cases when its use is necessary to health are exceedingly rare I consider their existence at all very questionable – but granting that such a case may exist – it is attended with the peril of excess – should it not then instead of being seized upon as an excuse – be resorted to with great circumspection and reluctance, and acquiesced in as a melancholy necessity.  The amputation of a limb is sometimes a necessity, but it is resorted to with fear and axiety both on account of the attendant pain, but the imminent risk of permanent injury or loss of life – so with the use of ardent spirits, if ever a necessity, is one fraught with the utmost danger to character – reason – life but to the very soul itself.

Why shrinks the step from the brink of a precipice, if not that a step once taken beyond can never be retraced, but down lower and lower t must hasten to inevitable destruction.  With every one who drinks, there is a precipice of self-control.  To it the approach is so easy and gradual that the fatal step is often taken before the victim is aware of the abyss below yawning to receive him, the path leading to the brink is oftimes even hung with garlands of grape and there is a syren whose music lulls every suspicion of danger.  That brink self-control – so easily passed, he has no power to return, but hopeless and reckless he falls and is lost.  But while he thus possesses no power to arrest his impending fate, yet if a hand be reached to him from above, he may be saved.  Who is there here that would stretch forth a hand to save him!  Here then is the appropriate province of a Son of Temperance.  Every one but a Son of Temperance loathes a drunkard.  He loves him because is a fellow man.  Cares for him in want and wins him to paths of sobriety and virtue, when if left to his own resolves and the charity of the world he would reel on down the broad road to ruin.

I will not trouble you with a recital of the melancholy details of the woes incident to drunkenness.  They may be found in the police reports, the guard books, and the Hospital statements that daily issue to the world.  They present poor human nature in its most revolting aspect – brothers estranged – the wedded divorced – the pocket ruined and the character bankrupt, while starvation, murder, arson, & suicide are the furies that follow like hungry wolves yelping for bait follow in its wake.  The sober reflecting mind turns from the spectacle resolved to refrain from its use, and yet when he meets a bevy of his boon companions, he can not resist their importunities but follows on to join in a glass.  If he state the cause of his reluctance, he is upbraided for his want of pluck – while many who will pretend to take offence at his ref hesitating to drink with them, but if he were joined the Sons of Temperance all he would have to say would be simply – “I don’t drink – I’m a Son of Temperance” – that silences all rebuke and hushes every importunity.

There is a powerful cause operating to prevent a man’s drinking moderately, if he be at sociable.  If he drink with one comrade he must drink with all – and he must repeat as long as there’s a drop in the jug.  So that many there who are theoretically moderate drinkers are practically frequently ensnared into something very different & find themselves, more jolly than wise.  I never knew but one man who during a long life drank moderately without exception and his son in trying to do likewise failed most signally.  Let no man try it – it is a dangerous experiment.

In 1857 occurred about the only instance I know of where liquor would have done good during my connexion with the army.  A Greaser in the Employ of our Commissary was bitten by a rattlesnake, and the whole camp was ransacked for the antidote, but none could be found.  Although the command was well supplied with the indispensable Snake-bite which was the significant name given to the ardent, when we left Leavenworth, yet it was all gone –

Like a summer-dried fountain

When our need was the sorest.

We had not even a Bourbon among us.

And yet the man got well – the snake –

– “it was that died.”

In this connexion I am rejoiced to announce that a certain preparation of homine has been found to be a certain cure for the bite of a snake.  It is now furnished with the supplies for army Hospitals.  The issue of whisky to troops when under circumstances of extra-ordinary fatigue or exposure is authorized by the Army Regulations and therefore I would be the last to withhold it at such times from those who want it.  But I must say that I have borne fatigue and exposure equally with all with whom it has been my fortune to serve, and they will bear me witness that I have, under such circumstances without touching a drop, stood hardship as well as any man that braced himself with a gill.

 Health vigor and effectiveness under all circumstances are in my opinion attainable without the aid of such a stimulant; it is true by habit a man may  

 



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