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ever unequal we may sometimes find ourselves to this insidious enemy; I persuade myself, and perceive by your countenances, O Creeks! there is none before whom I stand, so shameless, so lost to the weakest impulses of humanity, and the very whisperings of reason, as not to acknowledge the baseness of such a choice.
FATHERS AND BRETHREN,
I must yet crave your patience, while I suggest to you, that this intoxication of ourselves disqualifies us from acting up to our proper characters, in social life; and debars us from all the soothing, softening, endearing joys of domestic bliss.
There is not within the whole compass of nature, so prevailing, so lasting a propensity, as that of associating and communicating our sentiments to each other. And there is not a more incontestable truth than this, that benignity of heart, the calm possession of ourselves, and the undisturbed exercise of our thinking faculties, are absolutely necessary to constitute the eligible and worthy companion. How opposite to these characters intoxication renders us, is so manifest to your own experience, so obvious to the least reflection, that it would be both impertinence and insolence to enlarge farther upon it, before the candour and wisdom of this assembly.
And now, O ye Creeks! if the cries of your country, if the pulse of glory, if all that forms the hero, and exalts the man, has not swelled your breasts, with a patriot indignation against the immoderate use of this liquor;-if these motives are insufficient to pro
duce such resolutions as may be effectual-there are yet other ties of humanity, tender, dear, and persuading. Think on what we owe to our children, and to the gentler sex.
With regard to our children, besides affecting their health, enervating all their powers, and endangering the very existence of our nation, by the unbounded use of these pernicious draughts; think how it must affect their tenderness, to see the man that
gave them being, thus sunk into the most brutal state, in danger of being suffocated by his own intemperance, and standing in need of their infant arm to support his staggering steps, or raise his feeble head, while he vomits forth the foul debauch!
O WARRIORS! O COUNTRYMEN!
How despicable must such a practice render us even in the eyes of our own children! Will it not gradually deprive us of all authority in the families which we ought to govern and protect? What a waste of time does it create, which might otherwise be spent round the blazing hearth, in the most tender offices? It
perverts the great designs of nature, and murders all those precious moments, in which the warrior should recount, to his wondering offspring, his own great actions and those of his ancestors. By these means the tender bosom has often caught the patriotflame, and an illustrious succession of Sachems and Warriors were formed among us, from generation to generation, before our glory was eclipsed by the introduction of this destructive liquid.
You all remember the great Garangula, who is now gone to our fathers, and from whose loins I immediately sprang. You know how often he has led forth our warriors to conquest, while his name sounded like thunder, and flashed terror upon our foes. You will then pardon the necessary vanity, If I
presume to remind you how piously he adhered to our original simplicity of life. Oft has he said, that if he did not fly from this cup of perdition, his name would never be sounded from hill to hill, by the tongue of posterity; and I can affirm that, if he had wasted his time in such practices, my bosom would never have been fired to glory, by the oft-repeated story of our family virtues and achievements; nor should I have dared, on this occasion, fondly to emulate them, by raising my unpractised voice, in the cause of my country, before such a venerable assembly of chiefs and warriors.
But farther, besides what we owe to our children, let us think on that delicate regulation of conduct, that soul-ennobling love, which it is at once the happiness and honour of manhood to manifest towards the gentler sex. By the love of this sex I do not mean mere desire of them. Those amiable creatures are designed not only to gratify our passions, but to excite and fix all the kind and sociable affections. They were not meant to be the slaves of our arbitrary wills, in our brutal moments; but the sweet companions of our most reasonable hours, and exalted enjoyments. Heaven has endowed them with that peculiar warmth of affection, that disinterested friend.
ship of heart, that melting sympathy of soul, that entertaining sprightliness of imagination, joined with all the sentimental abilities of mind; that tend to humanize the rough nature, open the reserved heart, and polish the rugged temper, which would otherwise make men the dread and abhorrence of each other.
Thus were women formed to allay the fatigues of life, and reward the dangers we encounter for them. These are their endowments, these their charms. Hither, nature, reason, virtue call-And shall they call in vain? Shall an unnatural, an unreasonable, a vicious perversity of taste be preferred to those heaven-born joys of life? Will you treat the Sove. reign principle of good with a thankless insensibility, and offer libations to the Spirit of all evil? Will any Creek henceforth dare to approach those lovely creatures with unhallowed lips, breathing the noisome smell of this diabolical juice; or roll into their downy embrace in a state inferior to the brutes, losing all that rapturous intercourse of love and friendship, all those most exalted of human pleasures, which they, they only, are formed capable of communicating to us?
Oh No! FATHERS, WARRIORS, AND COUNTRYMEN!
Let me conjure you by all these softer ties, and inexpressible endearments;—let me conjure you too, as you yet hope to behold the Tree of Peace raise its far-seen top to the sun, and spread its odorous branches, watered by the dew of heaven, over all your abodes, while you rejoice unmolested under its shade;
and as you yet wish to behold the nations round about you, bound with the sacred Chain of Concord, every hand maintaining a link:-By all these ties, by all these hopes, I conjure you, O Creeks! hence-forward let the cup of Moderation be the crown of your festivities. Save your country; maintain and elevate her glory. Transmit to your posterity, health, freedom and honour. Break not the great chain of nature; but let an honest, rational, and delicate intercourse of the sexes be the plan of social joy. Let each domestic bliss wreathe the garland of connubial life. Let truth and friendship sanctify the lover's wish, and secure to the brave, the wise, and the temperate man, a felicity worthy his choice, and worthy his protection.
But, perhaps, my unpractised youth has gone too far. If so, O Fathers and Brethren! impute it to an honest zeal and love, for the commonwealth and honour of the illustrious and ancient nation of Creeks.
Onughkallydawwy Garangula Copac.