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J t l r o t t l r t® C u t t fm n t t e , V o l . 8 . 't, atd> (Smral Hartford, Conn., Se ember 8, 1868. ifbr thi Journal, Iiitemp^rfui6e. Behold » demon dark »nd dir*. Who ildoda the •krth with liquid lire. While regini in hb hellish ire. He leekf the K ^^his Tiotin. Bmltint in hb fiendish mirth. . With fearftil itrldee he ifalki the earth. And harlt hit darts wheManfhthath b i^ . liiai>loTe4 . or pare, or noble. No rank is proof against his power, No. hoary a«e. ner youth’s fUr flower; Ihrom eaeh in ererjr passing hoar. ' He bean away his riotim. He nidely diiltes the monarch's erbwn t l iM i i i lw with dismia frewn. The l*allen Reclaimed. OR, m i e O o o d r r e m p lA r 'a T * r iu n ip l i . BT T. S. ABTHUK. ‘ I want a dollar, Jane.’ This was addressed by a miserable orea* tare, bloated and disfigured by intemperance, to a woman, whose thin, pale and heart-broken look told but too plainly, that 8hb w;a8 the drunkard’s wife. ‘ Not- a dollar, John ? , Surely you will noi wast» si dollar of my hard earnings, wih^n'Vo^ know i ^ i l can icayii^l^ get food; iad''<ieoent blo^B for the ohildzpn 1’ ' — 'il^lhe wifl'Mid this, ske lo^ed^inioJier !nu miMihood rAeis, a h l o i^ sot. Or raTeeiavpad delirlam. His path'is strewn with' fiery darts. Witik widows' tears and broken hearts, * And all the woe that sin imparts Throochoatih’s dark dominion; Frail woman shrieks in wild despair. And orphans' wail breaks on the idr. . As downward to his hellish lair. He.dracs their lOTed and lost oner. Bat oh. what horror meets ottr tu e I Whatsoenes appall I what deeds amaie I When close to the infismal blase Man leads his fellow mortal h From founts «f frief that ceaseless flow.. From hearts that untold antuish know, Unflkthomed depths of human woe Cry. “Is there no arencer t" By Ml who quaff tke fiital dross.^ The pricelM soul's e ^ a l loss, ^ By Jesua’ |iaasion on thecross, / Plead. “Is there no arenger T” "Vcoceancelii Mine.*’ J(riioTsdi saith $ “I will repay this work ofjdeath; ) Butstiive. oh, num,,wl>iU« thou hast breath. To saTethy fUlen brother 1” Arisel yeransomed sons of men. And driye this demon to h|b,den ; And earth shall ache onee acain, ‘Good will and peace to mortals I”. WutvtiUOmin, B. 0. B. H o w I t O am e ^ ' A baaatiful story it somewbdro told, Of how the roM tnrned red; For all were white in the days of old, When they grew in theit Eden bad. Ere passed one morn, and mw the bloom Of down on the g m , Ere paused to breathe tli« awMt perftunt From the peerleee diadim. She gaied enraptured, then ftoopad low, And pressed it to her lipi; The rose began to heaTe and glow*, Till oiimson grew its tips I And linoe the da? that Eve oareaiad Tha whm rose in Eden*§ bowm Saoh year sh« Qomes in cHmeon dreiMd, Acknowledged the Qneen' of llowen. • ' I mulst have a dollar, Jane,’ said the' ban firmlyl‘ ' " ‘Oh, John ! remember our little ones,—‘ the cold weather will soon be here, and I have not been able to get them shoes, 'i f you will not earn anything yourself, do not waste the little my hard labor can procure; Will not cents do? Surely, that is enough for you to spend o r ----- ’ * Nothing will do but a dollar, Jane, and that I must have, if I steal it I’ was the prompt reply. Mrs. Jaryis laid aside her work meohani* cally, and rising, went to a drawer and from a box containing only two dollars, her little all, took out one dollar, and turning to her husband,said, as she handed it to him—• 'Remember you are taking the bread out of your children’s mouths I* * Not so bad as that, I hope, Jane ?’ said the drunkard, as he clutched the money eagerly *, something like a feeble smile flitting across his disfigured and distorted countenance. ‘ Yes, and worse 1’ was the response, made in a sadder tone than that in which the w ife jia d ^ t spoken. ‘ How worse, Jane ?’ * John 1’ and the wife spoke with sudden energy, while her countenance lighted with a strange gleam, *John, I cannot bear this much longer I I feel myself sinking every day. And you,—you who pledged yourself-— Here the Toice of the poor womtin gave way, and covering her face with her hands, fhe bent her head upon her bosom, and sobbed and wept hysterically. The drunkard looked at her for a moment, and then turning hurriedly, passed ftom the room. For some moments after the door had closed upon her husband, did Mrs. Jarvis stand sobbing and weeping.— Then slowly returning to her ohairaear the window, she resumed her work with an expression of countenance that was sad and hopeless. * No. 33. Ke meantime^ the poor wretch who is .reduced his family to a state of jpain||l deeiitation, after turning :away from hisl^^n doeilr' walked slowly along the strtiii^^itii hisjheiid: bbWed„down, as if en-gaij^^ n. to him, altogether a new emplpy-nfeitpthat. of self ^mmunipn. All at once a lQIi^ was laid familiarly upon hisshquld* a well known toice said— e, Johri, let’s have a drink.’ ^ . is looked up with a bewildered; anii|t|e first thing that caught bis eye, a ^ r away from the face of one of his ij: ironies, was a sign witji bright i?s, bfParing the wpmite *B4QbsOo.r- V9ti,’ The sign was: m familiar to fa<^qf^Mj^ J ^ o h U ^ ^ the same moment that his eye rested' upoiT thin, creating an involuntary impulse to meve towards the tavern door, bis old crony caught hold of his coat collar, and gave him a pull in the same direction. But much to the surprise of the latter, Jarvis resisted this attempt^ give his steps a direction that would lead him into his old accustomed hapnt. ‘ W&n’t you drink this evening, Jarvis?’ ask^; the other with a look of surprise. Th^o wajB evidently a struggle going on in the inind of the drunkard. This lasted only for a moment or two, when he said, loild^ and emphatically— • * N0'V and instantly broke from his bid boon Mmpanion, and hurried on his way. A Uiid laugh followed him, but he heeded it not^ Ten minutes walk brought him to the s ^ of a respectable tradesman. ‘le Mr. R-----in?’ he asked. as he entered. ; ‘ B jsk at the desk,’ was the answer of a clerk. Ana Jarvili walked back with a resolute air. • ‘ Iw R-----. I want to join the Good Temjp ars I’ * Jarvis!’ Mr. R-----said, in tones of grittified surprise. ‘Td'i, Mr.R-----. It is almost a hopeless CM ; but here goes to do my best.’ ‘ Axe you fully fensible of the step you desire'tb take ?’ ‘ I Wnk I am. Mr. R-----. I’ve drank nothing since last night, and with the help of Hi^ above, I am determined never to drinkjanother drop as long as I live I’ Mr.| B----- took his name, and as the meetlM occurred that evening, Jarvis was requested to remain, and go up to the Tem-peran| » Qall with Mr. R— who had no doubt that a dispensation could be obtained for initiating him that evening. On j^sirarrivalft the hall much surprise was manifested at seeing tha inebriate, who was 4 *U known to many of the mambars. When it WM known that Jarvis had applied for f^mission to the Lodge, the voie was large and uni^iimous to receive him ; and he was initiated in -due form, and received the'liWm cpngratulatione o^ the brokers anc^MMrs. He returned home with a ^rm-er ste^and his head more erect than he carried it for many a day; but he resolved not to acquaint his wffe with what he had done. ^ The next morning Jarvis proceeded to ji hatter’s shop. ‘ Well, Jarvis,’ was uttered in rather .a cool, repulsive tone, as he entered. . . \ ‘Are you in want of a journeyman, Mr. Warren?* ;■ *^Tf yon^n^gTvinne *i>u*lt; 'tiBr ef get drunk again, Mr. Warren I’ ‘ You’ve said that too many times, Jarvis. The last time you went off when I was hurried with work, and caused me to disap^- point a customer, I determined never td have anything more to do with you.’ ‘ But I’ll never disappoint you again,’ urged the poor man earnestly. ‘ It’s no use-for you to talk to me, Jarvis; you and I are done with each other. I have made up my mind never again to have a man in my shof! that drinks rum.’ * But I have joined the Oood Templarsi Mr. Warren.’ * I don’t care if you have; in two weeks you’ll belying in the gutter.’ , ‘ I’ll never drink again if I die 1’ said Jarvis solemnly. ‘ Look here, you drunken vagabond I’ returned the master hatter in angry tones, coming from behind the counter, and standing in front of the individual he was addressing—-* If you are not out of this shop in two minutes by the watch. I ’ll kick you into the street So there now, take your choice, to go out or to be kicked out.* Jarvis turned sadly away without a reply, and passed out of the door through which he had entered with a heart tull of hope, now pained, and almost ready to recede froin his earnest resolution and pledge to become a sober man iuid a better husband and father. He left utterly discouraged. As ha slowly walked along tiia street, the fumes of a coffee house which ha was passing, unconsciously struck upon his senses, and immediately came an sAmost overpowering desire for his accustomad potation. He paused— * Now that I try to reform, they are down on me,' he sighed bitterly. ‘ It’s no use } I’m gone past hope I’ * One step was taken towards the wtohg, when it seemed as if a strong hand held him. < No—no!’ he muttered. ‘ I’ve taken the pledge, and Pll stand byit if I die.'
|Title||State temperance journal and home visitor, 1868-09-03|
|Subject||Temperance -- Connecticut -- Newspapers; Temperance -- Rhode Island -- Newspapers; Hartford (Conn.) -- Newspapers|
|Description||Frequency: [Three per month], Aug. 6-Sept. 24, 1868; Weekly, Jan. 2-June 25, 1868; Semimonthly, July 9-23, 1868; Publication dates: Vol. 3, no.1 (Jan. 2, 1868) -v. 3, No. 34 (Sept. 24, 1868); Notes: "Official organ of all the Temperance Societies in this State|
|Collection||Newspapers of Connecticut|
|Source - Location||Connecticut State Library microfilm, AN104.N7 T46|
|Relation||Preceding title: State temperance journal (New London, Conn.); Succeeding title: Meriden weekly Republican (Meriden, Conn. : 1868); State temperance journal and Meriden weekly Republican|
|Rights||Digital Image © Connecticut State Library. All rights reserved. Images may be used for personal research or non-profit educational uses without prior permission. For permission to publish or exhibit, see Reproduction and Publication of State Library Collections, http://ctstatelibrary.org/reproduction-publication/|
|Title-Alternative||The state temperance journal and home visitor; Journal and visitor|
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J t l r o t t l r t® C u t t fm n t t e ,
V o l . 8 .
't, atd> (Smral
Hartford, Conn., Se ember 8, 1868.
ifbr thi Journal,
Behold » demon dark »nd dir*.
Who ildoda the •krth with liquid lire.
While regini in hb hellish ire.
He leekf the K ^^his Tiotin.
Bmltint in hb fiendish mirth.
. With fearftil itrldee he ifalki the earth.
And harlt hit darts wheManfhthath b i^ .
liiai>loTe4 . or pare, or noble.
No rank is proof against his power,
No. hoary a«e. ner youth’s fUr flower;
Ihrom eaeh in ererjr passing hoar.
' He bean away his riotim.
He nidely diiltes the monarch's erbwn t
l iM i i i lw with dismia frewn.
The l*allen Reclaimed.
m i e O o o d r r e m p lA r 'a T * r iu n ip l i .
BT T. S. ABTHUK.
‘ I want a dollar, Jane.’
This was addressed by a miserable orea*
tare, bloated and disfigured by intemperance,
to a woman, whose thin, pale and
heart-broken look told but too plainly, that
8hb w;a8 the drunkard’s wife.
‘ Not- a dollar, John ? , Surely you will
noi wast» si dollar of my hard earnings,
wih^n'Vo^ know i ^ i l can icayii^l^ get food;
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