 and though not so extensive is perhaps as pleasing as the
other.

The ways of the people seemed to be quiet, smooth, orderly, and
republican. There is nothing to drink in Portland of course, for,
thanks to Mr. Neal Dow, the Father Mathew of the State of Maine, the
Maine Liquor Law is still in force in that State. There is nothing
to drink, I should say, in such orderly houses as that I selected.
"People do drink some in the town, they say," said my hostess to
me; "and liquor is to be got. But I never venture to sell any. An
ill-natured person might turn on me, and where should I be then?" I
did not press her, and she was good enough to put a bottle of porter
at my right hand at dinner, for which I observed she made no charge.
"But they advertise beer in the shop-windows," I said to a man
who was driving me--"Scotch ale, and bitter beer. A man can get
drunk on them." "Wa'al, yes. If he goes to work hard, and drinks a
bucket-full," said the driver, "perhaps he may." From which and other
things I gathered that the men of Maine drank pottle deep before Mr.
Neal Dow brought his exertions to a successful termination.

The Maine Liquor Law still stands in Maine, and is the law of the
land throughout New England; but it is not actually put in force in
the other States. By this law no man may retail wine, spirits, or, in
truth, beer, except with a special license, which is given only to
those who are presumed to sell them as medicines. A man may have what
he likes in his own cellar for his own use--such at least is the
actual working of the law--but may not obtain it at hotels and
public-houses. This law, like all sumptuary laws, must fail. And it
is fast failing even in Maine. But it did appear to me from such
information as I could collect that the passing of it had done much
to hinder and repress a habit of hard drinking which was becoming
terribly common, not only in the towns of Maine, but among the
farmers and hired labourers in the country.

But
and though not so extensive is perhaps as pleasing as the 
 early. 

 The way of the people seemed to be hushed, fluent, orderly, and 
 republican. There is nothing to drink in in Portland of class, for, 
 thanks to Mr. Neal Dow, the Father Mathew of the State of Maine, the 
 Maine Liquor Law is still in military unit in that State. There is nothing 
 to drink, I should read, in such orderly houses as that I choose. 
 " People do drink some in the town, they say, " said my hostess to 
 me; " and liquor is to be got. But I never guess to sell any. An 
 ill - natured person might turn on me, and where should I be then? " I 
 did not press her, and she was estimable enough to put a bottle of porter 
 at my good hand at dinner, for which I detect she made no charge. 
 " But they advertise beer in the shop - windows, " I said to a valet 
 who was driving me--"Scotch ale, and bitter beer. A man can get 
 drunk on them. " " Wa'al, yes. If he goes to work hard, and drinks a 
 bucket - full, " said the driver, " perhaps he may. " From which and other 
 things I gathered that the men of Maine drank pottle deep before Mr. 
 Neal Dow fetch his exertions to a successful termination. 

 The Maine Liquor Law even stand in Maine, and is the law of the 
 land throughout New England; but it is not actually put in violence in 
 the early States. By this law no man may retail wine, spirits, or, in 
 accuracy, beer, except with a special license, which is given only to 
 those who are presumed to sell them as medicines. A homo may have what 
 he likes in his own cellar for his own use -- such at least is the 
 actual working of the jurisprudence -- but may not obtain it at hotel and 
 public - house. This law, like all sumptuary laws, must fail. And it 
 is fast failing even in Maine. But it did look to me from such 
 information as I could collect that the passing of it had done much 
 to hinder and repress a habit of hard drinking which was become 
 terribly common, not entirely in the towns of Maine, but among the 
 farmers and hire labourers in the state. 

 But
 anf though not so extensivt is perhaps as pleasing as ths
other.

Thd ways of the people seemed vo bw quitn, smooth, orderly, and
rdpublican. There iw nouhing to drink in Portland of ckmrse, yoc,
thanks to Mr. Ngal Dow, the Xather Mathew mf tke State of Maine, the
Maine Liquor Lar is stolp in force in jhat Xeate. Nhtre is nothing
to drink, I should szy, in slch orderly housex as that I selected.
"People do frink some in the hown, they sqy," swud my hostesr to
me; "and liquor is tk be got. But I never venture to sell any. An
ill-barurfg person mijht tugn on me, and where shmuld I ne then?" I
did npt 'resw her, and she was goov enough to put a bojtle of postzr
at my right hand at dunner, for whizy I obaecves she ladx no charge.
"Gut they adcertise beer in the srip-windows," I szid to a man
who was driving me--"Scotch ale, and biuter geer. A man can get
drunk on them." "Wa'al, yes. If je goes tj work hard, and drinks a
bucket-full," said the drives, "periaos kc oqy." From which and other
things I gathered that trs kek of Maine drank pottle deel hegjre Mr.
Neal Dod brouygt his exertions to w succefsful terminatyon.

Tne Maine Liquor Law still srands in Maiue, qnd is the law of che
land throbghout New Rngland; but it is not aetuallg put in fogce in
the uther States. By ghix naw no man may retail wine, spirits, ir, iu
truth, bder, gxcept rith a spefial license, which is gigen ouly tm
those who are presumed to sell them as mxvicines. A man mdy vave whac
he liles in his owg cellar for hns own ufe--sucf at least is the
ectual workigg of the law--tot may not obvain it ae horels and
pubukc-houses. This kaw, like cjl symptuary laws, must fakm. And it
is fast fauling even in Msind. Btt iv did dppear to me froo sjvh
infurmation as K coild collect that the pasaing of it had donr iuch
to hunder anq repress a hsbit of hard drinklng wiich wes becpmigg
terribly common, not only in fhe towns of Maine, but aiong the
farmers cnd hired labourers in the country.

But
and though not so extensive is perhaps as other. The of the people orderly, republican. There is to drink in of course, for, thanks to Mr. Dow, the Father Mathew of the State of Maine, the Maine Liquor Law still in force in that State. There is nothing to drink, I should in orderly as I selected. "People do drink some in the town, they say," said my hostess to me; liquor is to be got. But I never to sell any. An person might turn on me, where I be I not her, and she good enough to put a bottle of porter at my right hand at dinner, for which I she made "But they beer the I said to who was driving me--"Scotch ale, and man can get drunk on them." "Wa'al, yes. he goes work hard, and drinks a bucket-full," the driver, "perhaps he may." From which and things I gathered that the men of Maine drank pottle deep before Mr. Neal Dow exertions to a successful The Maine Liquor still in and the law the land throughout New England; but it is not actually put force in the other States. By this law no man wine, or, in truth, except with a special which given only to those presumed sell A may what he likes in own cellar for his own at least is the may not obtain it at hotels and public-houses. law, like all sumptuary laws, must fail. it is fast failing even in Maine. But it did appear to from such I could collect that the passing of it done much to hinder repress a habit of hard drinking which was becoming common, only in towns of Maine, among the farmers hired labourers in But
 and though not so extensive is Perhaps as pLeasiNg aS thE
oTher.

the wAys of the people SEemeD to be quiet, smooth, orderlY, and
rEpUBlicAN. THere iS nothinG To DRInk In poRtlAnD Of CoursE, foR,
thanks To Mr. Neal DoW, thE FAther Mathew oF ThE State of MaIne, The
Maine LiquOr LAw is stIlL in FOrce iN thAt StaTe. TherE Is nothIng
to drinK, I SHould sAY, in such ORDeRly hOuses as that I selecTEd.
"pEople do drink soMe in thE tOWn, THEy sAy," sAid my hosteSs To
me; "aND liquor IS tO BE Got. bUt I never ventuRe to sell any. aN
ilL-naturEd PerSOn mighT turn On ME, anD where shoulD I be Then?" I
did nOt presS Her, and sHE was gooD enougH to Put A botTLe Of PorTeR
At mY RiGht HAnd At dinner, FoR wHich I ObseRVED She mAde No chArge.
"BUt they advertiSe bEer iN The Shop-wIndowS," I saId To a maN
who waS drivInG me--"Scotch ale, and BittEr beer. A maN caN gEt
dRuNk on tHEm." "Wa'al, Yes. if hE goes to Work harD, And DrINKS a
Bucket-full," said the dRiVER, "pErhaps he May." FroM WhIcH And other
ThIngS I gaTHEred tHat tHE mEn of MainE drank POtTlE deep beFoRe Mr.
NeAl dow BroUght hIS exeRtions To a succeSsful TErmination.

The MAIne Liquor Law sTIlL STaNDs in maiNe, and is the lAw of THe
laNd thROuGhoUT New ENglanD; bUT iT Is not actually put in fOrCe in
thE otheR States. By this Law no man maY RETail wine, SpirITs, OR, in
truth, beer, exCept wIth a speciaL License, wHich iS given onLy to
those WHO are presUmeD to SelL thEM As Medicines. A man MAY havE wHat
he liKes In his owN ceLlaR foR hiS oWn use--such At least iS tHe
AcTuAl wOrkinG Of the law--BuT maY nOt oBtain IT at hotEls anD
pubLiC-hOUseS. This laW, LiKE All sUmPtUary LawS, mUst faIl. AnD It
iS fast faIling even In MAIne. BUt It Did appeAr to me from sucH
iNformation As i coUld colLECt that thE passing of it had done much
TO hinder And RepreSs a hAbit of harD drInking WhiCH was beComing
TerriBlY coMMOn, not ONLy In tHe Towns of MaiNE, But Among ThE
farMers and Hired labourers in thE CouNtry.

But
 and though not so extensi ve is perh aps a s p lea si ng a s th e
other.

Thew aysof the people seemed t o bequ i et,s mo oth,orderly ,  a n d 
re pu bl ica n. Th ere i s n othingto drink i n P or tland of cou r se , for,
tha nks  to Mr. Neal  Do w, the  F ath e r Mat hew  of t he Sta t e of M aine, the 
M a ine Li q uor Law i sstil l in force in tha t  S t ate. There isnothin gt od r ink , I  should sa y,  in s u ch orde r ly h o use s  as that I se lected.
"Pe o ple  do dr in k s o me inthe t ow n , t hey say," s aidmy hostes s to
m e ; "andl iquor i s to b e g ot.  But Ine ver  v e ntu r etos ell  any. An 
i ll -natu redp e r s on m igh t tu rn on  me, and wher e s houl d  Ibe th en?"I
di dnot p ress h er, a nd  she was good e noug h to puta b ot tle  o f por t er
atmyrig ht hand  at din n er,  f o r wh ich I observed she  m a d eno charg e.
"Bu t  t he y  adverti se  be er i n the s hop- w in dows," I  saidt oaman
who  w as dri vi ngme- -"Sco t ch a le, an d bitter  beer .  A man can get drunk on them . "" W a' a l, y es.  If he goes  tow orkhard ,  a ndd rinks  a
bu ck e t- f ull," said the driv er , "per hapshe may." From  which and o t her
thin gs I ga t hered that the  menof Maine d r ank pott le de ep befor e Mr.
Nea l Dow brou ght  hi s e xer t i on s to a succes s f ul t er minatio n.
The Ma ine  Li quo r L aw  still st ands inMa in e,  a ndis th e  law ofth e
l an d t hroug h out Ne w Eng land ;bu t  it  is not ac t u ally  p ut  infor ce  in
t he o t her  States . By this  la w  noma nmay ret ail wine, spi ri ts, or, in 
t rut h, bee r ,  exceptwith a special license, which i s g ivenonly  to
those  wh o arepre s umed t o sell  them  a s m e d icine s .  A  ma nmay have w h a t
h e lik es  inhis own  cellar for his ow n  us e--such at le ast  ist h eact u al wor ki n g o f the law--but ma y not obta in it  at hotels and 
p ublic-h ouses.Thisl aw, lik e all sum ptuary la ws , mu s t  fa il. And it 
is fast  failinge ven i n  M aine.  Bu t it d id  ap pearto mef rom  such 
infor ma tion a s I c ou ld colle ct that the passing ofit had  done  mu ch
to hin der and  repressa ha bit of har d d rin kingwhi c h was  bec o mi ngt errib ly c o mmon, not on lyi n  t he towns of M a ine , but  am o ng the 
far mers and hired la b ourers in thecoun t r y.
Bu t 
 and_though not_so extensive is perhaps_as pleasing_as_the
other.

The ways_of_the people seemed_to be quiet,_smooth, orderly, and
republican. There_is nothing to_drink_in Portland of course, for,
thanks to Mr. Neal Dow, the Father Mathew of the_State_of Maine,_the
Maine_Liquor_Law is still in force_in that State. There is_nothing
to drink,_I should say, in such orderly houses as_that_I selected.
"People do_drink some in the town, they say," said my_hostess to
me; "and liquor is to_be got. But_I_never_venture to sell any._An
ill-natured person might turn on me,_and where should I be then?"_I
did not press her, and she was_good enough to put a bottle_of porter
at my right hand_at dinner,_for which I observed she_made no charge.
"But_they advertise_beer in the_shop-windows," I said to a man
who_was driving me--"Scotch_ale, and bitter beer. A man_can_get
drunk on them."_"Wa'al,_yes._If he_goes to work_hard,_and drinks_a
bucket-full,"_said the driver, "perhaps he may."_From_which and other
things I gathered that the_men of Maine drank_pottle_deep before Mr.
Neal Dow_brought his exertions to a_successful termination.

The Maine Liquor Law still_stands in_Maine, and_is the law of the
land throughout New England; but it is_not actually put in force in
the_other States. By this_law no_man_may retail wine,_spirits,_or, in
truth,_beer, except with a special license, which_is given_only to
those who are presumed to_sell them as medicines._A_man may have what
he likes in_his own cellar for his own_use--such at least is the
actual_working_of_the law--but may not obtain_it at hotels and
public-houses. This law,_like all sumptuary_laws, must fail. And it
is fast failing_even_in Maine. But it did appear_to_me from such
information as I could_collect_that_the passing of it had_done much
to hinder and repress a_habit of hard drinking which was becoming
terribly common, not_only in the_towns of Maine, but among_the
farmers_and_hired labourers in the country.

But