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ah , yes ! '' -LSB- Illustration : WOMAN 'S RIGHTS . -RSB- Says I , `` Cease instantly , or my sickness will increase ; for such talk is like thoroughwort or lobelia to my moral stomach . '' Says I , `` You know , and I know , that these angelic , tender bein 's , half clothed , fill our streets on icy midnights , huntin ' up drunken husbands and fathers and sons . They are driven to death and to moral ruin by the miserable want liquor-drinkin ' entails . They are starved , they are frozen , they are beaten , they are made childless and hopeless , by drunken husbands killing their own flesh and blood . They go down into the cold waves , and are drowned by drunken captains ; they are cast from railways into death , by drunken engineers ; they go up on the scaffold , and die of crimes committed by the direct aid of this agent of hell .