The Fox Jumps Over the Parson\'s Gate
THE FOX JUMPS OVER THE PARSON'S GATE The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn, When folks goes hunting, oh! When folks goes hunting, oh! When folks goes hunting, oh! The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn, When folks goes hunting, oh! The Fox jumps over the PARSON'S gate, And the Hounds all after him go, And the Hounds all after him go, And the Hounds all after him go. But all my fancy dwells on NANCY, So I'll cry, TALLY-HO! So I'll cry, TALLY-HO! Now the PARSON had a pair to wed As the Hounds came full in view;
merely enable you, as it were, to _use up_ that which is left, and then
they leave you more in need of rest than before."
Baron Liebig, so far back as 1843, in his "Animal Chemistry," pointed
out the fallacy of alcohol generating power. He says: "The circulation
will appear accelerated at the expense of the force available for
voluntary motion, but without the production of a greater amount of
mechanical force." In his later "Letters," he again says: "Wine is quite
superfluous to man, * * * it is constantly followed by the expenditure
of power"--whereas, the real function of food is to give power. He adds:
"These drinks promote the change of matter in the body, and are,
consequently, attended by an inward loss of power, which ceases to be
productive, because it is not employed in overcoming outward
difficulties--i.e., in working." In other words, this great chemist
asserts that alcohol abstracts the power of the system from doing useful
work in the field or workshop, in order to cleanse the house from the
defilement of alcohol itself.
The late Dr. W. Brinton, Physician to St. Thomas', in his great work on
Dietetics, says: "Careful observation leaves little doubt that a
moderate dose of beer or wine would, in most cases, at once diminish the
maximum weight which a healthy person could lift. Mental acuteness,
accuracy of perception and delicacy of the senses are all so far opposed
by alcohol, as that the maximum efforts of each are incompatible with
the ingestion of any moderate quantity of fermented liquid. A single
glass will often suffice to take the edge off both mind and body, and to
THE FOX JUMPS OVER THE PARSON'S GATE The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn, When folks goes hunting, oh! When folks goes hunting, oh! When folks goes hunting, oh! The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn, When folks goes hunting, oh! The Fox jumps over the PARSON'S gate, And the Hounds all after him go, And the Hounds all after him go, And the Hounds all after him go. But all my fancy dwells on NANCY, So I'll cry, TALLY-HO! So I'll cry, TALLY-HO! Now the PARSON had a pair to wed As the Hounds came full in view;