N00770:18
A monitory, and hortatory letter, to those English, who debauch the Indians, by selling…
A monitory, and hortatory letter, to those English, who debauch the Indians, by selling strong drink unto them. Written at the desire of some Christians, to whom the mischiefs arising from that vile trade, are matters of much apprehension and lamentation. : [Eleven lines of quotations in Latin]
Boston, N.E. : s.n., Printed in the year 1700
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
There are Numberless Mischiefs, that unavoidably follow upon the Drunkenness, wherein the Indians, by your means confound themselves; Even all the Woes of Drunkenness. There is what is as bad as Rats bane in the Drink that you Sell unto them; There's Death in the pot! They are Spoilt for all Employment and Business; and they that would not work before, now cannot work: their Drunkenness has made them Good for nothing. Their Health is Lost; and they often perish by other Disasters in their Drunkenness, confuting the Lying Proverb, A Drunken man gets no harm. Especially, when they are Drowned in Strong Drink, their Drink very frequently proves the occasion of their Drowning in the Water. Yea, some of them have been Tragically Burnt to Death, going from the Tortures of one Fire to another. And more than all This; 'Tis an usual thing for their Drunkenness to put them upon Bloody Quarrels, and those have sometimes issued in Bloody Murders. There may be a fearful Cry of Blood against you, beyond what you are aware, for the Drink that you have Sold. The paltry bit of Money that you have taken for a bottle of Rum, or a pot of Cider, may be the price of Blood! Fearful to be spoken! All these Mischiefs Lie at your Door, Ye Miserables, who Sell unto them the Drink, that will certainly open ⟨p. 10⟩the Door to these Mischiefs: You are Acce••sary to them All. Can you think of it, without some Astonishment?
There are Numberless Mischiefs, that unavoidably follow upon the Drunkenness, wherein the Indians, by your means confound themselves; Even all the Woes of Drunkenness. There is what is as bad as Rats bane in the Drink that you Sell unto them; There's Death in the pot! They are Spoilt for all Employment and Business; and they that would not work before, now cannot work: their Drunkenness has made them Good for nothing. Their Health is Lost; and they often perish by other Disasters in their Drunkenness, consuting the Lying Proverb, A Drunken man gets no harm. Especially, when they are Drowned in Strong Drink, their Drink very frequently proves the occasion of their Drowning in the Water. Yea, some of them have been Tragically Burnt to Death, going from the Tortures of one Fire to another. And more than all This; 'Tis an usual thing for their Drunkenness to put them upon Bloody Quarrels, and those have sometimes issued in Bloody Murders. There may be a fearful Cry of Blood against you, beyond what you are aware, for the Drink that you have Sold. The paltry bit of Money that you have taken for a bottel of Rum, or a pot of Cyder, may be the price of Blood! Fearful to be spoken! All these Mischiefs Ly at your Door, Ye Miserables, who Sell unto them the Drink, that will certainly open