I’ve just brought these magic lantern slides manufactured by York & Son, UK, just before1888 to a temperance text by Charles Mackay. I’m trying to think why the faces might be obscured in slides two and three, the most beautiful and dramatic slides of the set.
The Gin Fiend slide 1
The Gin-Fiend cast his eyes abroad
And looked o’er all the land,
And number’d his myriad worshippers
With his bird-like, long right hand
He took his place in the teeming streets,
And watched the people go,
Around and about, with a buzz and a shout,
For ever to and fro; —
”And it’s hip!” said the Gin-Fiend, “hip, hurra!
For the multitudes I see,
Who offer themselves in sacrifice
And die for love of me!”
The Gin Fiend Slide 2
There stood a woman on a bridge;
She was old but not with years;
Old with excess, and passion, and pain; —
And she wept remorseful tears
As she gave to her babe her milkless breast;
Then, goaded by its cry,
Made a desperate leap in the river deep
In the sight of the passer-by!
”And it’s hip!” said the Gin-Fiend, “hip, hurra!
She sinks but let her be —
In life or death, whatever she did
Was all for the love of me.”
The Gin Fiend slide 3
There watched another by the hearth,
With sullen face and thin:
She uttered words of scorn and hate
To one that staggered in.
Long had she watched, and when he came,
His thoughts were bent on blood.
He could not brook her taunting look,
And he slew her where she stood.
”And it’s hip!” said the Gin-Fiend, “hip! hurra!
My right good friend is he;
He hath slain his wife — he hath given his life —
And all for the love of me.”
The Gin Fiend slide 4
And every day, in the crowded way,
He takes his fearful stand,
And numbers his myriad worshippers
With his bird-like, long right hand;
And every day the weak and strong,
Widows, and maids, and wives,
Blood warm, blood cold, young men and old,
Offer the Fiend their lives
”And it’s hip!” he says, “hip! hip! hurra!
For the multitudes I see,
That sell their souls for the burning drink,
And die for the love of me.”
Martyn Jolly 