We all have enough; there is not a poor person among us." "What a happy village!" I exclaimed.

"Perhaps you are all total abstainers." She laughed, and said that they all brewed their own beer--there was not a total abstainer among them.

Every cottager made from fifty to eighty gallons, or more, and they drank beer every day, but very moderately, while it lasted.

They were all very sober; their children would have to go to some neighbouring village to see a tipsy man.
I remarked that at the next village, which had three public-houses, there were a good marry persons so poor that they would gladly at any time take a shilling from any one.
It was the same everywhere in the district, she said, except in that village which had no public-house.

Not only were they better off, and independent of blanket societies and charity in all forms, but they were infinitely happier.