The story of my life ; or, The sunshine and shadow of seventy years / by Mary A. Livermore ... with hitherto unrecorded incidents and recollections of three years' experience as an army nurse in the great Civil War, and reminiscences of twenty-five years' experiences on the lecture platform ... to which is added six of her most popular lectures ... with portraits and one hundred and twenty engravings from designs by eminent artists ...

AN OUTPOURING OF WRATH.

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and as the weather was warm, the windows were taken
from their casings, and wagons filled with people eager
to see and to hear were backed up against the openings
on the outside of the church building. Mr. Livermore portrayed the character of the deceased as the people of the
town knew him,-excellent in every relation of life, when
he was himself, and not even a brutal husband and father
when under the influence of strong drink, which he never
took into his house, but always drank in the bar-rooms of
hotels or in grog-shops. He narrated the conversation he
held with the man on the day of his death, and repeated
with emphasis his last solemn promise: " I shall vote for the
Maine Liquor law, on the day of election, if I live until that
time comes." He then read the arraignment written by his
wife, in a hush so intense that we could almost hear the
beatings of each others' hearts; and laying down the document at the conclusion, he said, "I endorse the arraignment of the bereaved widow, as 1 think every right-minded
person in the town will do."
There were no visible signs of the excitement, into
which the liquor fraternity was lashed by the events of the
day. A lawyer was interviewed to see if it were possible
to put Mr. Livermore under arrest, or to prosecute him
for libel; but they finally decided to call upon him in
a body, and express to him their sense of the insult they
had received in the church. We expected a stormy visit
and a violent outpouring of wrath, and met our visitors
toned up to self-control and patience, to the end of the
interview. But there was no call for self-control, or for selfdefense. The men were courteous almost to obsequiousness,
and came, as they said, "to thank Mr. Livermore for his
kind offices to their dead friend."
I was never more glad in my life than when election day
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