The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1829-12-09


and fathers, and sometimes the mothers, and
not unfrequently the children, are daily al
your store with their bottles and jugs, to be
hlled. Their presence, am constrained tc
believe, from what know of your affection
ate and kind disposition, often gives you
pain. Certain am, that you are disturbed
| by their appearance, from some cause OF
other for never have seen you SO embar-
raised on any occasion, as when happened
to call in, not long since, and found poor
Sam Johnson there, with his black two quart
Jug, waiting his turn, and the half clad little
daughter of ugly Joe Konter, who shrunk
away with shame into corner, among bar
rels of flour to hide her naked legs, carry
ing bottle in basket. You did not look
up to speak to me. You bent down your
head very near to the goods which you were
showing to two or three female customers
and tried, as thought, by talking fast and
earnestly, to force your thoughts away from
my presence, at that juncture. Poor Sam
Johnson! Ten years ago, you and thought
ourselves not little favored when we were
admitted welcome visitors at his house.
Now look at him. His family too. have
not seen you there in several years. do
not wonder at it. III fed the fires in which
he Is burning, victim, and his wife mar
tyr, should keep away too. How can you
eat the choice fruit from that garden, which
Sam, before he became a customer to your
first rate French Brandy and Holland Gin,
planted and nursed and grated from the
best trees in Boston, the scions given him
by his friends, when member of the Mas
sachusetts Senate. His convenient house
and homestead are now yours. By what
title? A brandy mortgage! | am glad in
deed you cannot bear to visit that broken
down family. Your heart is not yet hard
enough for that. Will you attend the fune-
raj of his wife !? She is fast drawing near to
her release. Your business, in her case, is,
| am free to confess, blessing of great and
unspeakable value-'tis sending her fast to
heacen. But will spare you.
IT'S said of the righteous dead, "they
rest from their labors and their works do
follow them" If your works follow you,
my friend. while you are yet alive, bitter
meeting awaits you. You dare not follow
me to the houses o. the eighty eight families
who drink of the fountain which you here
set open. You have 400 che fiaTdInovu TO
.re, ,iIrre often go, to the house of ugly
Joe Konter. | go there as minister of the
gospel, messenger of mercy; and l must
acknowledge that it is hard for me to en-
dure the spectacles of misery which be-
hold; misery-the fruit of your dealings and
men like you, with that man, made demon,
by the venom-rum.
And Richard Onman, too, the day that he
took the horse, for which theft he is now in
the State Prison at Charlestown, bought of
you his usual quantity, pint of New Eng
land rum. You have on your books his
amount, of upwards of $l5-the most Of
which is for the fiery venom of asps. So
might lead you through the long and horri-
BILE list of the poor and vile and vicious and
degraded and criminal customers of your
pestilent commodities, such as are adyer-
tised above.
And now, sir, what have you in iustfica-
ton? You must be your own advocate.
You have had enough before to convince
you that your business requires an ample
and clear defence. The consequences of
your doings are of that sort, which, if you
cannot be justified in pursuing it, will lay
upon you load of guilt which cannot be
contracted in any other way. To reduce
men, women and children to want, to infect
them with disease, to subject them to cruel
ty and oppression, to drive them to desperate
deeds, or to insanity, and to hurry them vi
olently to the grave, to corrupt their morals,
to draw them away from the gospel, TO in
cite them to impiety, and drown them in
perdition, are works which no man can do
directly, or by connivance and cooperation,
without being in business, if not in heart,
like the great enemy of God and man.
THE TABLE. Capt. Basil Hall says, that
if he lives thousand years--which is very
doubtful, except it is in history-he shall
never forget the first breakfast he ate in
New York. Instead of black tea, toast,
and an egg, the meagre English breakfast,
he sat down 20 tea, coffee, eggs, ham, fish,
steaks, rolls, and buckwheat cakes enough,
in all conscience, to make him stare and
open his eyes as well as his mouth. All
this is very well to excite admiration and
! establishment, the same as expressed by
Bruce, at the Abyssinians cutting steak
from living COW; but is it the thing: is
it conducive to health, long life, comfort or
economy? "No, | thank you," said pref
ty English woman at party few nights
ago, "you don't kill me with eating, as |
| understand you do yourselves in this coun-
try" This was on declining to take a
plate, after a dozen rounds of well filled
walters, subsequently to the ceremony of
tea, cake, cheese, and bread and butter. 1t