Alexandria gazette & daily advertiser. [volume] (Alexandria [Va.]) 1817-1822, 1820-07-17

~. ~, mi administer " But here my
voice was choked, and nothing was audible,
MIR. North, but the signs an! sobs Of your
poor Trollope.
4 AT last became more compassionate MT.
Aeeum asked ue what was. in general, the
frs. thing did on rising from bed in the
morning. Alas felt that il was no time for
| 5ielicaey, aud i told him at once. that 1t was
| to take OF bumper of brandy for COM
plant il my stomach. He asked to look at
the bottle. brought it forth from the press
in nv own number, that tall. square, tower
like bottle, Mr.. North, sogreen to the eye
and smooth to the grasp. You know the bot
lie well--it belonged TO my mother before
me. He put it 10 his nose--he poured out
dribblet into teaspoon as cautiously as ii 1t
had been the black drop-he tasted it, and
again repeated these horrible words, " Mrs.
Trollope, youare poisoned" sit has, ne
continued, "a peculiar disagreeable smell,
like the breath ofhabiiual drunkards "Oh
thought |, has it come TO this! The smell
ever seemed 10 my unsuspecting soul. most
fragrant and delicious" 'Dea'h in The Pot"
then told me, that the liquid had been in.
nocently drinking every morn for thirty
wears. was not brandy at all, but vile dis
t;llauon of British molasses over wine lees,
reeti6ed over quick lime, and mixed with
saw dust. And this a sad solitary unsus-
pectipg spinster had been imbibIng as bran
DIV for so n any years! A CLEAN OF comfort
now shot across my brain | told Mr.. Ac-
cum that had, during my whole life, been
in the habit Of taking smallish glass OF Hol-
land before going to bed, which fam hoped
might have the effect of counteracting the
effects of the forgery that had been commit
ted against me- produced the bottle-the
white globular one you know. Death in the
Pot tried and tasted--and alas! instead OF
Hollands, he pronounced it vie British malt
spirit, fined by solution OF sub-acetate oil
lead. and then a solution OF allun--and
strengthened with grains of paradise, Gum
ca pepper, capsicum, and other acrid and a.
romatic substances. These are learned
words but they made a terrible impression
upon my memory. Mr.. Accum is most
amabIe man., well helieve--but he is
stranger to pity. MRS Trollope, you have
been poisoned, "was all he would litter. Had
the brandy and Hollands been genuine there
would have been no harm-but they were
imitation, and ''you are poisoned"
Feeling myself very faint, asked, natu-
rally enough for woman in my situation,
for glass of wine. 1t was brought-but Mr.
Accum was at hand to snatch the deadly
draught from my lips. He tasted what used
to be called my genuine old port,
And in the scrowl Of heaven his face
Grew black as he was slipping.
s'It is spoiled elder wine--rendered astrln-
gent by lakewood saw-dust, and the husks OF
6lberts-ead and arsenic, Madam are -
bulmy cara tingled and heard no more. (!
confessed to the amount Of six glasses a-day
of this hellish liquor-pardon my warmth
and that such had been my allowance tor
many years My thirst was now intolerable
and beseeched glass of beer. 1t came.
and Death in the Pot detected at once the
murderous designs of the brewer. Coculus
indicus, Spanish juice, hartshorne shavlngs'
orange powder, copperas, opium, tobacco.
mug yomice-such were the shocking words
he Kept repeating to himself land then again,
''Mrs. TroIlope is poisoned" MAY not
have single cup of tea. SIR. Accum," ask
ed imploringly, and the chemist shook his
head He tnen opened the ea-caddy, and
emptying its contents, rubbed my best green
tea between bis hard horny palms. 'Sioe-
leaves, and white thorn leaves, Madam, CO.
lored with Dutch pink, ard with the fine
green bloom of verdigris Much, in the
course OF your regular life, you must have
swallowedn Might try the coffee % Ohs
MI. North, Mr.. North, you know my age,
and never once, during my whole existence,
haye tasted coffee. have been deluded
by pease and beans. sand, gravel and vege-
table powder!
Mr.. A. called it sham coffee, most infa-
nous stuff, and unfit for human food! Alas!
the day that was born! In despair | asked
for glass of water. and just as the sparkling
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