For all our problems, our differences, we are together as of old, as we raise our voices to the God who is the Author of this most tender music. Yes, his mother was hostile to the idea, as he had read from her listless silence. Next, what more national corruption, for which England hears ill abroad, than household gluttony: who shall be the rectors of our daily rioting? And what shall be done to inhibit the multitudes that frequent those houses where drunkenness is sold and harboured? Our garments also should be referred to the licensing of some more sober workmasters to see them cut into a less wanton garb. Strong hearts and helpful hands are needed, and, fortunately, we have them in every part of our beloved country.