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why I declined taking wine. I scorn the character of
a hypocrite. To think one way and appear to act one
way, and in reality be doing things directly contrary to
the principles and appearance, is what of all things I
despise. I am afraid to begin at fourteen years of age
to drink a glass of wine, for in a short time I might —
want a bottle, and then, losing my relish for wine, I
might be induced to take something more stimulating
and powerful, and who can tell what the end might be?
I might become an indolent, useless man, or a habitual
drunkard, and perhaps lose soul and body both. I
do not say this would certainly be the case, but it has
been the case of very many, and I might add another to
the number. It is best to be on the safe side, depend
upon it; and I am determined to do what I think is
right in this case, even though I should lose your good
opinion by so doing. I should be glad to join you any
time in an innocent frolic, when my conscience does
not interfere; but when that speaks to me, 1 must obey
its voice. My father allows me plenty of pocket-money;
and a treat of cakes and fruit on our walks, if Mr.
Harding does not disapprove of it, I shall always be
ready to give in my turn; but you must never expect
wine from me, nor invite me to join with you in drink-
ing it. And now, suppose you all make up your minds
to give it up, before it becomes necessary to your
pleasure to have it. It will cost you now but little
self-denial, and by-and-by it may cost you much, or