Mr. Gough says that there are many persons who talk about temperance men as being fanatics. They tell us that we are rabid on the subject of temperance I ask any reformed drunkard if it is not right to be rabid against an evil that has scorched and blasted, scathed and scarred us till we carry the marks of it to the grave? Young men sometimes have an idea that a man can sow his wild oats and get over it. You put your hand in the hand of a giant and he crushes it. Still it may be healed, and by and by in some way it may be a useful one, but it is a mutilated hand; its beauty and symmetry have gone forever. We who have passed through this fire know something of its awful scourge, we know something of the terrible struggle to get out of it. I think we ought to be what they call fanatics. They tell us that we exaggerate the evil of drunkenness. Do we? Let me appeal to the intelligent and ask the question: Do we exaggerate the evil of drunkenness? No sir, we cannot. God never gave a man a mind capable of grasping the extent of the awful evil of drunkenness for time and eternity.