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i l t b o t f i to C e m j t n t i i u , C | o i t t .^ i t t r a b r j f , a i t i ( S t n t r a l f l t t o s . Vol. 3. Hartford, Conn., May 1868- No. 21. JfbrTh«Jo»r» al. O h , O om e w i t h I J i . Onr work speed on I Oh clorions oause, Th»t elevatet »nd stTes the son; 0 atejr yoanc friend,. I bid thee panie, Ere thy oonne on eaith is ran. There’s a giorioas work for yoa to do. Oome. Join onr Temperanoe band. Forsake the paths which lead to woe, Oome. lend a helping hand. There’s many a one downoast and sad Whowonld his oaps forego: Ooqte, go and m<ke that hooseheld gladi Let Joy sprinc forth flrom woe. Oome, taste the Joys of pmm and love, Abaadon driak and ilwiBe; Borer* that Mtered name. ‘ Defend the right, it most prerail. 6K> forth His lore to tell; The powers of sin shall not aridl. '* lie doeth all things well.” S » Ohbmvophbb South. Mooiut. a ^ a s t all Your Care on Him.” 0 oome to Jesos. weary one, Whate’er the load you bear; Before the oross jast lay it down And trust it to His eare. Nor cast it down to take again. Bat sweetly leare it there; He knows yonr erery grief and pain. And will not spam yoar prayer. Leave there the anxioas weight of care For dear ones far away; His watchfal love is everywhere. Though dangers crowd the way. Leave there forebnding thoughts of ill; Believe his promise sure, Whose loving kindness surely will All needful gooid secure. To hearts bereaved, o’ercatt with gloom, 0 come with all your grief. And he who wept o’er Lasarus’ tomb Will give you sweet relief. Lay down a burdened, sinfkil heart, Bepent and be forgiven; Life. Joy and pefcce will he impart Who died to purchase Heaven. There is no care too great or small For His ezhaustleu love; On Him then freely cast it all. And look in fkith above. Frtt JPrtM. "Sir. did you ever walk along a street. A low baok-street. at night where drinkers meet t Where the gin-palace turns the night to day. And public-house and beer-shop line the wayT Say. did yon listen? What, sir, did you hearT Oar English irorkmen were enjoying beer. Did the rude clamor oome from happy men. Or wild beasts, maddened, raging In their den? You heard the flendUh laugh, the oaths, the strlf< i The curses heaped upon a helpless wife; The wretched harlot’s song, the drunkard’s roar; The nouy fiddle, and the rattling floor; You saw the ragged motbar, alok and pale: You heard the miserable InfaDt’s wall— That was the EngUiih workm-n’i happy loti That was the music to ’the poor mao's pot.’ You heard It? Yes—our workmen mad with drinki Somethlog to make a sober Ohristian think I” A n Fallen but not Lost. Bt s . b . k . CHAPTIB X. The assault on Tom Timbleton, probably on account of his age, was more serious than at first supposed, and the excitement of attending court did not improve him. The next morning his. physician advised him to go into the country, where he could be kept more quiet, so his brother prepared to go with him, about fifty miles into the country, to stay with a sister, where he ooilld^A^e’ e^eiiy altention, and with good care would probably be able to again attend to business. When Tom arrived back in the city, he found a letter from Charles awaiting him at the oflBce, which so pleased him, that for a time he forgot the failure of Delmar & Son, and the illness of his brother. This letter was written to be read to his mother and sister, and in the letter Charles went on to giye a description o f the voyage, and the kindness of Capt. Stannard, but what pleased Tom the most, was a description of one of the sailors. This man was the oldest person on the vessel, and according to his story, “had always been on the briny deep, and was salted clean through, and if his looks were any criterion to go by, we don’t doubt his story in the least.” If he had a name, he probably never knew what it was, for when Charles asked him his name, he said it was Alexander Crusoe *Oeorge Washington Selkirk, which, as far as quantity was concerned, was name enough for any man. This name he adhered to, and so he was registered on the ship’s books, though some of the sailors called him Mackerel, from a «tory he used to tell of a famous mackerel cruise he went on, when a boy. He told Charles he had a family growing up somewhere, but he hadn’t seen them for many a long year, and presumed they had gone to seed by this time. Tom read this letter, and taking Harry with him in the evening, together, they called at Mrs. Banker’s. She was overjoyed to get a letter from her son, and they all had a hearty laugh at Alexander Crusoe's expense. Thus in reading the letter, and in pleasant conversation, did the hours pass quickly away, and we assure you it was a short evening to Harry and Lena, who had become very fond of each other, and Tom laughingly declared that he was going to send his nephew off to South America, as soon as Capt. Stannard got back. Fred Fletcher was no sooner out of jail, than be went directly liack to |his old habits, and rf pqMible, drank harder than before ; and^g woman, in her agony of mind, sought Mr. Timbleton, to see if he could not in some way prevent him from raining himself and family. Tom called'at the house one evening, and fortunately found Fred at home.and for him, tolerably sober. After using every argument he knew of to persuade him to stop drinking, he finally obtained the promise, on condition that Tom should get him a situation so he oould go to work again, sup* port his family, and be a man. Fletcher k4ipl<hi8 promise very h^aII for a few da^||^|^|y|^j|i^ed jntk long enough to get motfdy a death apna, for hai^.i ing been drunk night and day for three days, he died sitting in his chair in the bar room,and was sent home in an express wagon, the driver demanding his pay from the heart-broken widow; the men who had murdered him, not even paying the man who took him home. Mrs. Fletcher sent immediately for Tom Timbleton, who saw that the things necessary for a decent burial were procured. Thus passed away a man, who, on account of his own foolishness, had spent a life of misery, and more than thrown himself away, for^ he had ruined the peace and happiness of a woman, who, could she have had a good husband, would have been one of the best of wives. Her husband gone to his long home, Mrs. Fletcher sold what little property she had, and want out to live with her brother, who had been willing she should have a home with him, long before, but she would not accept, feeling it to be her duty|to stay by her husband as long as he lived, which she knew would not be long,unless he"gave up his old habits. The same day that Fletcher was buried, Tom received a dispatch from his sister, stating that John was failing, and she thought he had better be moved home, while he was able to endure the journey. Tom was pained exceedingly to]getthis news, and now for the first time, feared big brother would never be any better, and calling the family physician, together they went after brother John, whom they^found very low,but the doctor thought best to start with him, as he was very desirous of getting home. Arriving in the city, he was conveyed, with the utmost care, to his house and immediately sent for his lawyer, stating to bis brother, that he felt he should never be any better, and he wished to have a new will drawn, as there were some alterations he wanted made. The lawyer came, and fthisibusiness was done to the satisfaction of John, who was at the time in a perfectly sound condition of mind. He then desired his brother to take a slip of paper, and put down the names of those he wished to see before he died. This request was complied with, and they were sent for, being admitted one at a time. He saw them all, and bade them good bye, but before he had finished his mind was considerably bewildered| and Mrs. Banker he did not know at all, but being told by Tom, that she was a friend of his, he bade her good bye. Thus he remained until towards night when he became perfectly conscious of everything. Calling his brother to his bed side th« next morning, he said, “We have liyed together, Brother Ton, for j in ^ j a long hare been, a good brother, for my sorrow''hM your s6rrow, and my jby your joy. I hare, made my will. Brother Tom, and you will find it in the top drawer of the secretary yonder. I wish you to see ftiat it is carried out, just as it reads. I have provided for ■ our old book-keeper, Charles Banker, on certain conditions, and I wish you to see that those conditions are fulfilled, before he gets his portion. Now, brother Tom call together Mrs. Darby, my nephew Harry, and remain yourself, for I feel that my time has come.” The family assembled, and the dying man, taking them each by the hand, whispered to them a parting word, and laying his head back on the pillow, died like a child falling aHleep. Not a motion, or the slightest distortion, and thus died a man. who had not an enemy, a friend to the friendless, and a father to the orphan and outoast. < Almost his last public act was to give $1,000 towards establishing a free school for the education of young men, and wishing to feel, before he died, that it would be carried out, he caused it to be put into his will. The death of John Timbleton was truly a blow to Tom, and, poor fellow, he was hardly prepared for it. Mrs. Darby saw that things were put in order about the house, while Tom went to the warehouse, and ordered that closed, with the usual badge of mourning on the door until further notice, and at the same time, gave all the clerks, porters, drivers, underclerks, and in fact every one connected with the establishment, an invitation to attend the funeral, which would take place at the house, on the afternoon of the following day. Procuring the services of an undertaker, Tom retraced his steps, and having arrived home, went to his own room and remained alone, for the balance of the day, giving himself up to his own bitter thoughts. At an early hour the next day, people from out of town began to arrive, and loQg
|Title||State temperance journal and home visitor, 1868-05-21|
|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|
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|Title-Alternative||The state temperance journal and home visitor; Journal and visitor|
|CONTENTdm file name||9976.cpd|
i l t b o t f i to C e m j t n t i i u , C | o i t t .^ i t t r a b r j f , a i t i ( S t n t r a l f l t t o s .
Vol. 3. Hartford, Conn., May 1868- No. 21.
O h , O om e w i t h I J i .
Onr work speed on I Oh clorions oause,
Th»t elevatet »nd stTes the son;
0 atejr yoanc friend,. I bid thee panie,
Ere thy oonne on eaith is ran.
There’s a giorioas work for yoa to do.
Oome. Join onr Temperanoe band.
Forsake the paths which lead to woe,
Oome. lend a helping hand.
There’s many a one downoast and sad
Whowonld his oaps forego:
Ooqte, go and m|
|CONTENTdm file name||9968.pdfpage|