Address to the Springfield Washingtonian Temperance Society
Second Presbyterian Church, Springfield, Illinois
22 February 1842.
by Abraham Lincoln
Although the temperance cause has been in progress
for near twenty years, it is apparent to all that it is just now being
crowned with a degree of success hitherto unparalleled.
The list of its friends is daily swelled by the
additions of fifties, of hundreds, and of thousands. The cause itself
seems suddenly transformed from a cold abstract theory to a living,
breathing, active, and powerful chieftain, going forth
“conquering and to conquer”. The citadels of his great
adversary are daily being stormed and dismantled; his temple and his
altars, where the rites of his idolatrous worship have long been
performed, and where human sacrifices have long been wont to be made,
are daily desecrated and deserted. The triumph of the conqueror's fame
is sounding from hill to hill, from sea to sea, and from land to land,
and calling millions to his standard at a blast. For this new and splendid success we heartily
rejoice. That that success is so much greater now than heretofore is
doubtless owing to rational causes; and if we would have it continue,
we shall do well to inquire what those causes are.
The warfare heretofore waged against the demon
Intemperance has, somehow or other, been erroneous. Either the
champions engaged, or the tactics they adopted, have not been the most
proper. These champions for the most part have been preachers, lawyers,
and hired agents. Between these and the mass of mankind there is a want
of approachability, if the term be admissible, partially, at least,
fatal to their success. They are supposed to have no sympathy of
feeling or interest with those very persons whom it is their object to
convince and persuade.
And again, it is so common and so easy to ascribe
motives to men of these classes other than those they profess to act
upon. The preacher, it is said, advocates temperance because he is a
fanatic, and desires a union of Church and State; the lawyer, from his
pride and vanity of hearing himself speak; and the hired agent, for his
salary. But when one who has long been known as a victim of
intemperance bursts the fetters that have bound him, and appears before
his neighbors “clothed and in his right mind”, a redeemed
specimen of long-lost humanity, and stands up, with tears of joy
trembling in his eyes, to tell of the miseries once endured, now to be
endured no more forever; of his once naked and starving children, now
clad and fed comfortably; of a wife long weighed down with woe,
weeping, and a broken heart, now restored to health, happiness, and a
renewed affection; and how easily it is all done, once it is resolved
to be done; how simple his language! — there is a logic and an
eloquence in it that few with human feelings can resist. They cannot
say that he desires a union of Church and State, for he is not a church
member; they cannot say he is vain of hearing himself speak, for his
whole demeanor shows he would gladly avoid speaking at all; they cannot
say he speaks for pay, for he receives none, and asks for none. Nor can
his sincerity in any way be doubted, or his sympathy for those he would
persuade to imitate his example be denied.
In my judgment, it is to the battles of this new
class of champions that our late success is greatly, perhaps chiefly,
owing. But, had the old-school champions themselves been of the most
wise selecting, was their system of tactics the most judicious? It
seems to me it was not. Too much denunciation against dram-sellers and
dram-drinkers was indulged in. This I think was both impolitic and
unjust. It was impolitic, because it is not much in the nature of man
to be driven to anything; still less to be driven about that which is
exclusively his own business; and least of all where such driving is to
be submitted to at the expense of pecuniary interest or burning
appetite. When the dram-seller and drinker were incessantly told
— not in accents of entreaty and persuasion, diffidently
addressed by erring man to an erring brother, but in the thundering
tones of anathema and denunciation, with which the lordly judge often
groups together all the crimes of the felon's life, and thrusts them in
his face just ere he passes sentence of death upon him — that
they were the authors of all the vice and misery and crime in the land;
that they were the manufacturers and material of all the thieves and
robbers and murderers that infest the earth; that their houses were the
workshops of the devil; and that their persons should be shunned by all
the good and virtuous, as moral pestilences — I say, when they
were told all this, and in this way, it is not wonderful that they were
slow, very slow, to acknowledge the truth of such denunciations, and to
join the ranks of their denouncers in a hue and cry against themselves.
To have expected them to do otherwise than they did
— to have expected them not to meet denunciation with
denunciation, crimination with crimination, and anathema with anathema
— was to expect a reversal of human nature, which is God's decree
and can never be reversed.
When the conduct of men is designed to be
influenced, persuasion, kind, unassuming persuasion, should ever be
adopted. It is an old and a true maxim that “a drop of honey
catches more flies than a gallon of gall.” So with men. If you
would win a man to your cause, first convince him that you are his
sincere friend. Therein is a drop of honey that catches his heart,
which, say what he will, is the great high road to his reason, and
which, when once gained, you will find but little trouble in convincing
his judgment of the justice of your cause, if indeed that cause really
be a just one. On the contrary, assume to dictate to his judgment, or
to command his action, or to mark him as one to be shunned and
despised, and he will retreat within himself, close all the avenues to
his head and his heart; and though your cause be naked truth itself,
transformed to the heaviest lance, harder than steel, and sharper than
steel can be made, and though you throw it with more than Herculean
force and precision, you shall be no more able to pierce him than to
penetrate the hard shell of a tortoise with a rye straw. Such is man,
and so must he be understood by those who would lead him, even to his
own best interests.
On this point the Washingtonians greatly excel the
temperance advocates of former times. Those whom they desire to
convince and persuade are their old friends and companions. They know
they are not demons, nor even the worst of men. They know that
generally they are kind, generous, and charitable, even beyond the
example of their more staid and sober neighbors. They are practical
philanthropists; and they glow with a generous and brotherly zeal that
mere theorizers are incapable of feeling. Benevolence and charity
possess their hearts entirely; and out of the abundance of their hearts
their tongues give utterance: “Love through all their actions
runs, and all their words are mild.” In this spirit they speak
and act, and in the same they are heard and regarded. And when such is
the temper of the advocate, and such of the audience, no good cause can
be unsuccessful.
But I have said that denunciations against
dram-sellers and dram-drinkers are unjust, as well as impolitic. Let us
see. I have not inquired at what period of time the use of intoxicating
liquors commenced; nor is it important to know. It is sufficient that,
to all of us who now inhabit the world, the practice of drinking them
is just as old as the world itself — that is, we have seen the
one just as long as we have seen the other. When all such of us as have
now reached the years of maturity first opened our eyes upon the stage
of existence, we found intoxicating liquor recognized by everybody,
used by everybody, repudiated by nobody. It commonly entered into the
first draught of the infant and the last draught of the dying man. From
the sideboard of the parson down to the ragged pocket of the houseless
loafer, it was constantly found. Physicians proscribed it in this,
that, and the other disease; government provided it for soldiers and
sailors; and to have a rolling or raising, a husking or
“hoedown”, anywhere about without it was positively
insufferable. So, too, it was everywhere a respectable article of
manufacture and merchandise. The making of it was regarded as an
honorable livelihood, and he who could make most, was the most
enterprising and respectable. Large and small manufactories of it were
everywhere erected, in which all the earthly goods of their owners were
invested. Wagons drew it from town to town; boats bore it from clime to
clime, and the winds wafted it from nation to nation; and merchants
bought and sold it, by wholesale and retail, with precisely the same
feelings on the part of the seller, buyer, and bystander as are felt at
the selling and buying of ploughs, beef, bacon, or any other of the
real necessaries of life. Universal public opinion not only tolerated
but recognized and adopted its use.
It is true that even then it was known and
acknowledged that many were greatly injured by it; but none seemed to
think the injury arose from the use of a bad thing, but from the abuse
of a very good thing. The victims of it were to be pitied, and
compassionated, just as are the heirs of consumption and other
hereditary diseases. Their failing was treated as a misfortune, and not
as a crime, or even as a disgrace.
If, then, what I have been saying is true, is it
wonderful that some should think and act now as all thought and acted
twenty years ago? And is it just to assail, condemn, or despise them,
for doing so? The universal sense of mankind on any subject is an
argument, or at least an influence, not easily overcome. The success of
the argument in favor of the existence of an overruling Providence
mainly depends upon that sense; and men ought not in justice to be
denounced for yielding to it in any case, or giving it up slowly,
especially when they are backed by interest, fixed habits, or burning
appetites.
Another error, as it seems to me, into which the old
reformers fell, was the position that all habitual drunkards were
utterly incorrigible, and therefore must be turned adrift and damned
without remedy in order that the grace of temperance might abound, to
the temperate then, and to all mankind some hundreds of years
thereafter. There is in this something so repugnant to humanity, so
uncharitable, so cold-blooded and feelingless, that it never did, nor
ever can enlist the enthusiasm of a popular cause. We could not love
the man who taught it — we could not hear him with patience. The
heart could not throw open its portals to it, the generous man could
not adopt it — it could not mix with his blood. It looked so
fiendishly selfish, so like throwing fathers and brothers overboard to
lighten the boat for our security, that the noble-minded shrank from
the manifest meanness of the thing. And besides this, the benefits of a
reformation to be effected by such a system were too remote in point of
time to warmly engage many in its behalf. Few can be induced to labor
exclusively for posterity, and none will do it enthusiastically.
Posterity has done nothing for us; and, theorize on it as we may,
practically we shall do very little for it, unless we are made to think
we are at the same time doing something for ourselves.
What an ignorance of human nature does it exhibit,
to ask or to expect a whole community to rise up and labor for the
temporal happiness of others, after themselves shall be consigned to
the dust, a majority of which community take no pains whatever to
secure their own eternal welfare at no more distant day! Great
distance, in either time or space, has wonderful power to lull and
render quiescent the human mind. Pleasures to be enjoyed, or pains to
be endured, after we shall be dead and gone, are but little regarded
even in our own cases, and much less in the cases of others. Still, in
addition to this, there is something so ludicrous in promises of good
or threats of evil a great way off, as to render the whole subject with
which they are connected easily turned into ridicule. “Better lay
down that spade you are stealing, Paddy; if you don't you'll pay for it
at the day of judgment.” “Be the powers, if ye'll credit me
so long I'll take another jist.”
By the Washingtonians, this system of consigning the
habitual drunkard to hopeless ruin is repudiated. They adopt a more
enlarged philanthropy; they go for present as well as future good. They
labor for all now living, as well as hereafter to live. They teach hope
to all — despair to none. As applying to their cause, they deny
the doctrine of unpardonable sin; as in Christianity it is taught, so
in this they teach:
“While the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.”
And, what is a matter of more profound
congratulation, they, by experiment upon experiment and example upon
example, prove the maxim to be no less true in the one case than in the
other. On every hand we behold those who but yesterday were the chief
of sinners, now the chief apostles of the cause. Drunken devils are
cast out by ones, by sevens, by legions; and their unfortunate victims,
like the poor possessed, who were redeemed from their long and lonely
wanderings in the tombs, are publishing to the ends of the earth, how
great things have been done for them.
To these new champions and this new system of
tactics our late success is mainly owing, and to them we must mainly
look for the final consummation. The ball is now rolling gloriously on,
and none are so able as they to increase its speed and its bulk, to add
to its momentum and its magnitude — even though unlearned in
letters, for this task none are so well educated. To fit them for this
work, they have been taught in the true school. They have been in that
gulf, from which they would teach others the means of escape. They have
passed that prison wall, which others have long declared impassable;
and who that has not, shall dare to weigh opinions with them as to the
mode of passing? But if it be true, as I have insisted, that those
who have suffered by intemperance personally and have reformed, are the
most powerful and efficient instruments to push the reformation to
ultimate success, it does not follow that those who have not suffered
have no part left them to perform. Whether or not the world would be
vastly benefited by a total and final banishment from it of all
intoxicating drinks, seems to me not now an open question. Three-
fourths of mankind confess the affirmative with their tongues, and, I
believe, all the rest acknowledge it in their hearts.
Ought any, then, to refuse their aid in doing what
good the good of the whole demands? Shall he who cannot do much be for
that reason excused if he do nothing? “But,” says one,
“what good can I do by signing the pledge? I never drink, even
without signing.” This question has already been asked and
answered more than a million of times. Let it be answered once more.
For the man suddenly or in any other way to break off from the use of
drams, who has indulged in them for a long course of years and until
his appetite for them has grown ten- or a hundred-fold stronger, and
more craving than any natural appetite can be, requires a most powerful
moral effort. In such an undertaking, he needs every moral support and
influence that can possibly be brought to his aid and thrown around
him. And not only so, but every moral prop should be taken from
whatever argument might rise in his mind to lure him to his
backsliding. When he casts his eyes around him, he should be able to
see all that he respects, all that he admires, all that he loves,
kindly and anxiously pointing him onward, and none beckoning him back
to his former miserable “wallowing in the mire”.
But it is said by some, that men will think and act
for themselves; that none will disuse spirits or anything else, because
his neighbors do; and that moral influence is not that powerful engine
contended for. Let us examine this. Let me ask the man who could
maintain this position most stiffly, what compensation he will accept
to go to church some Sunday and sit during the sermon with his wife's
bonnet upon his head? Not a trifle, I'll venture. And why not? There
would be nothing irreligious in it, nothing immoral, nothing
uncomfortable — then why not? Is it not because there would be
something egregiously unfashionable in it? Then it is the influence of
fashion; and what is the influence of fashion, but the influence that
other people's actions have on our actions — the strong
inclination each of us feels to do as we see all our neighbors do? Nor
is the influence of fashion confined to any particular thing or class
of things; it is just as strong on one subject as another. Let us make
it as unfashionable to withhold our names from the temperance cause as
for husbands to wear their wives' bonnets to church, and instances will
be just as rare in the one case as the other.
“But,” say some, “we are no
drunkards, and we shall not acknowledge ourselves such by joining a
reformed drunkard's society, whatever our influence might be.”
Surely no Christian will adhere to this objection. If they believe as
they profess, that Omnipotence condescended to take on himself the form
of sinful man, and as such to die an ignominious death for their sakes,
surely they will not refuse submission to the infinitely lesser
condescension, for the temporal, and perhaps eternal salvation of a
large, erring, and unfortunate class of their fellow creatures. Nor is
the condescension very great.
In my judgment, such of us as have never fallen
victims have been spared more by the absence of appetite, than from any
mental or moral superiority over those who have. Indeed, I believe if
we take habitual drunkards as a class, their heads and their hearts
will bear an advantageous comparison with those of any other class.
There seems ever to have been a proneness in the brilliant and
warm-blooded to fall into this vice — the demon of intemperance
ever seems to have delighted in sucking the blood of genius and of
generosity. What one of us but can call to mind some relative, more
promising in youth than all his fellows, who has fallen a sacrifice to
his rapacity? He ever seems to have gone forth like the Egyptian angel
of death, commissioned to slay, if not the first, the fairest born of
every family. Shall he now be arrested in his desolating career? In
that arrest, all can give aid that will; and who shall be excused that
can and will not? Far around as human breath has ever blown, he keeps
our fathers, our brothers, our sons, and our friends prostrate in the
chains of moral death. To all the living everywhere we cry: “Come
sound the moral trump, that these may rise and stand up, an exceeding
great army.” — “Come from the four winds, O breath!
and breathe upon these slain, that they may live.” If the
relative grandeur of revolutions shall be estimated by the great amount
of human misery they alleviate, and the small amount they inflict, then
indeed will this be the grandest the world shall ever have seen.
Of our political revolution of '76 we are all justly
proud. It has given us a degree of political freedom, far exceeding
that of any other nation of the earth. In it the world has found a
solution of the long-mooted problem as to the capability of man to
govern himself. In it was the germ which has vegetated, and still is to
grow and expand into the universal liberty of mankind. But, with all
these glorious results, past, present, and to come, it had its evils
too. It breathed forth famine, swam in blood, and rode in fire; and
long, long after, the orphan's cry and the widow's wail continued to
break the sad silence that ensued. These were the price, the inevitable
price, paid for the blessings it bought.
Turn now to the temperance revolution. In it we
shall find a stronger bondage broken, a viler slavery manumitted, a
greater tyrant deposed; in it, more of want supplied, more disease
healed, more sorrow assuaged. By it, no orphans starving, no widows
weeping. By it, none wounded in feeling, none injured in interest. Even
the dram-maker and dram-seller will have glided into other occupations
so gradually as never to have felt the change, and will stand ready to
join all others in the universal song of gladness.
And what a noble ally this, to the cause of
political freedom. With such an aid, its march cannot fail to be on and
on, till every son of earth shall drink in rich fruition, the
sorrow-quenching draughts of perfect liberty. Happy day, when —
all appetites controlled, all passions subdued, all matter subjected
— mind, all-conquering mind, shall live and move, the monarch of
the world. Glorious consummation! Hail, fall of Fury! Reign of Reason,
all hail!
And when the victory shall be complete — when
there shall be neither a slave nor a drunkard on the earth — how
proud the title of that land, which may truly claim to be the
birthplace and the cradle of both those revolutions that shall have
ended in that victory. How nobly distinguished that people, who shall
have planted and nurtured to maturity both the political and moral
freedom of their species.
This is the one hundred and tenth anniversary of the
birthday of Washington; we are met to celebrate this day. Washington is
the mightiest name of earth — long since mightiest in the cause
of civil liberty, still mightiest in moral reformation. On that name no
eulogy is expected. It cannot be. To add brightness to the sun, or
glory to the name of Washington, is alike impossible. Let none attempt
it. In solemn awe pronounce the name, and in its naked deathless
splendor leave it shining on.
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[This text was taken from Abraham Lincoln: Complete Works, Comprising
his speeches, letters, state papers, and miscellaneous writings, Volume
One, edited by John G. Nicolay and John Hay, The Century Co., New York
1907. A few, very slight changes have been made in the punctuation and
the paragraphing.]
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