Do any pastors talk like this today? All the lines below are from Charles Spurgeon in 1869 and 1880, reprinted by the Banner of Truth in 2009 as Spurgeon’s Practical Wisdom.
From a slovenly, smoking, snuff-taking, beer-drinking parson may the church be delivered. page 19
Beer guzzled down as it is by many a working man is nothing better than brown ruin. Dull droning blockheads sit on the ale bench and wash out what little sense they ever had. 89
You young people who want to get on in the world must make a point of dropping your half-pints, and settle in your spirits that no spirits will ever settle in you. 115
The beerhouse is a bad friend. … Those who go to the public-house for happiness climb a tree to find fish. We might put all their wit in an eggshell, or they would never be such dupes as to hunt after comfort where it is no more to be found than a cow in a crow’s nest. 146
They say that drunkenness makes some men fools, some beasts, and some devils, but according to my mind it makes all men fools whatever else it does. … Certain neighbors of mine laugh at me for being a teetotaller, and I might well laugh at them for being drunk, only I feel more inclined to cry that they should be such fools. … We smile at a tipsy man, for he is a ridiculous creature, but when we see how he is ruined body and soul it is no joking matter. [This section is from one of two whole chapters devoted to attacking alcohol] 187
Could we not have a feast without the beer and the headaches? 199
I have tried to convince Joe Scroggs that it would be a fine thing for him to join the teetotallers. … Can nothing be done for such fools? Why not shorten the hours for dealing out drink? Why not shut up the public-houses on Sundays? If these people have not got sense enough to take care of themselves the law should protect them. 209
A man who drinks a glass or two, and goes now and then to the tap-room, is a horse with his bridle on, and stands a fair chance of being locked up in Sir John Barleycorn’s stables, and made to carry Madame Drink and her habit. … Nobody wants to keep a little measles or a slight degree of fever. We all want to be quite quit of disease; and so let us try to be rid of every evil habit. What wrong would it be right for us to stick to? Don’t let us tempt the devil to tempt us. If we give Satan an inch, he will take a mile. As long as we carry his halter he counts us among his nags. Off with the halter! May the grace of God set us wholly free. Does not Scripture say, ‘Come out from among them, and be ye separate, and touch not the unclean thing’? 263
I cannot make out why so many working men spend their evenings at the public house, when their fireside would be so much better and cheaper too. There they sit, hour after hour, boozing and talking nonsense, and forgetting the dear good souls at home who are half-starved and weary with waiting for them. Their money goes into the publican’s till when it ought to make their wives and children comfortable; as for the beer they get, it is just so much fools’ milk to drown their wits in. Such fellows ought to be horse-whipped, and those who encourage them and live on their spendings deserve to feel the butt end of the whip. Those beershops are the curse of this country—no good can ever come of them, and the evil they do no tongue can tell; the publics were bad enough, but the beershops are a pest; I wish the man who made the law to open them had to keep all the families that they have brought to ruin. Beershops are the enemies of the home, and therefore the sooner their licenses are taken away the better; poor men don’t need such places, nor rich men either, they are all the worse and no better, like Tom Norton’s wife. Anything that hurts the home is a curse, and ought to be hunted down as gamekeepers do the vermin in the copses. 69