Mineral Point Tribune

A Sermon.
We give the following extract from one of 'St. Pheelicks' sermons, for the edification of certain fast young men in this City:
"Trot.-Go it Boys-and they Went it.
Lastly, the boys go it in the important matter of tippling. They take to drink with remarkable readiness and exhibit capacities for storing away liquors, that old salts might envy. Grass never grows between hand and mouth. Their stomachs have tremendous expansion. Their throats are never clogged, for you might as well pour water down a rat-hole. Old swill tubs cannot hold more slops, or bloat to greater extent. The American citizen may justly feel proud when he sees the amount of grog properly which is daily being saved, by running down the throats of our young men.
Their self sacrificing devotion to the great traffic is wondrous. They exhibit a moral heroism which rises into moral grandeur. But for them the race of drunkards would die out. Our poor-houses and prisons would be tenantless, and there would not be hanging enough to keep the gallows from rusting. Pauperism and crime would go out of fashion, and vice have to look elsewhere for recruits. When we reflect that our country could not boast of 50,000 drunkards, if it were not for the enlistment of these youths, the mind realize their courage and devotion. They fit and prepare themselves, and at their own expense, and as fast as drunkards are wanted, they take their places. Look at the ranks of our boy-tipplers, and be proud, that from these the ragged and red-faced legions of American drunkards are to be kept unbroken.
Glorious thought! Let the boys go it!
Young friends, don't be discouraged in these undertakings. Do not despair of becoming one of the most loathsome and detested vagabonds in creation, because a few drinks will not complete the work. Persevere-persevere, we say-and ere you are aware, you can exhibit as glaring a face and as foul a mouth, as the oldest veteran. There is everything to encourage you. The old sot is by your side-a pickled veteran in the cause--commenced where you are. See what practice has done for him! Take courage boys! and go it. Hang round the drunkery and pour down the swill! The more drugging, the more speedy your graduation. Watch the old soldiers and listen closely to their speech. Follow in the footsteps of your illustrious predecessors. Do not forget that the rumseller is doing a great work for you. He is keeping a grogshop in the teeth of the curse of God, and the loathing of men, on purpose to make you a drunkard. And when one is damning his soul for your benefit, will you not go it? A glorious destiny is yours, young friends. Your country needs 50,000 young recruits. The poor-house, jail, paupers grave, is yawning. There are crimes to be committed. The sanctity of whiskey property must be preserved by your ruin, and our constitution preserved at the destruction of your own. On then, young friends, and may the good devil smile on your efforts, so that when you are rotting in Potter's Field, it may be said of you, that you went it in your youth.
ST. PHEELICKS."