Here we, and we believe the whole country also, are
entirely in agreement with Mr. Lloyd George. We do not doubt, however, that after such an exordium almost every one of Mr. Lloyd George's fifteen million readers, for they must have been at least as many as that, fully expected to find him saying that, this being so, the first sacrifice laid on the national altar must of course be intoxicants, those indulgences which are not merely unnecessary but are drugs— sedatives which slow down the work of the man who uses them moderately, and which for those who use them immoderately, either habitually or occasionally, are fatal impediments to efficiency. Yet, strangely enough, not a word escaped him on this point. For the moment, at any rate, he stood as dumb as the spokesmen of the late Government.
