Monday, September 27, 1875

Sept. 27th. More Gospel conversations. I was interrupted by one of the vile, who wished to talk with me. He and his companion were sitting one on each side of me. After asking many low questions, he told me I was a hypocrite, preaching stuff to the sailors. If he were the sailors, there would be an outside passage for me, pointing over the vessel's side, using language and making threats too low to write, about me and our people. Restraining my ire, I told him he was entirely mistaken about the people he was talking about and the one he was talking with, and, "as I always prefer the society of gentlemen, I bid you Good Night." It is thus, when liquor defies perception, that we learn those degraded souls, that know not God and respect not His laws, view us.