The Northern star, and farmers' and mechanics' advocate. [volume] (Warren, R.I.) 1830-1834, 1830-10-23

tend to be guided by the principles of re-
ligion, show that their words and their
practice are two extremes which can new
er harmonize; as, for instance, when men
profess to be sorry that intempcrance is
making such fearful ravtges among us,
while they do not themselves abstain from
the use of ardent spirits.
GAMlNo.-Ofall the evils that desolate
the social hearth stone, perhaps there is
not one more deadly, il we except intcm-
perance, than that of gaming. Young
man! whose "lile's young dream, tells of
happy days yet to comc-you, who gaz-
ing upon the ocean of future lie, "see
pleasure glittering in the sunbeam of hope,
and dancing upon the waves of expecta-
tion," whose glowing Imagination points
out golden shores OF bliss, which are al
ready yours by anticipation-Sbeware--be-
ware, / do beseech you ofthis tremendous
whirlpool! Beware-lest in the voyage
ofhuman life, reason should quit the helm,
and you should be lost, irrevocably lost, a
mong the quick sands OF iniquity
Look at the pale victim ofthis Unsuitable
destroyer of human happiness-his hag-
gard cheek and beamless eye, what Ian
guage do they speak, What muto and
awful eloquencc they tell of blighted fame
and fortune-ofhopes withered and crush
ed--that fame, fortune and honor is all
fearful wreck Hear his hollow laugh,
which tells you that he is ruined-ruined
and undone! His brain is all on ire--his
glaring eye-bals seem ready to burst in
their sockets, as the awful reality rushes
upon his affrighied soul. The deep panss
of mental agony give a fearful lustre ts
his rolling eye-his desperate mirth-his
wild convulsive joy-tels Of black despair
wrung from withercd heart.
Look we back for moment upon his
early youth. The morning of his days
was bright and glorious. The gayest of
the gay and hnppiest of the happy, he set
out upon the pathway of life, rejoicing in
purity and hope, loving and being beloved.
But alas! although his morning sun rose
without u cloud, yet ere ii reaches its me-
ridian, it is eclipscd. In an evil hour, a
pander, demon, must drag him into a
mazy labyrinth, from whence there is no
escape. He must drown his love of Writ
lue in the intoxicating bowl. Soon the
wreaths of vice, which had been treacher-
ously thrown around him are hardened to
adamant.
Now what is his situation! Cain-hse
upon his brow is stamped the burning mark
of shame-and the cold hand Of scorn is
pointing a withering finger at his bi"hted
reputation" Gould he speak, he would
tell you that he had reached the lowest
depth ofIising degradation and wo. And
could he anticipate his end he would tell
you that self murder would shortly crown
his work Of guilt, and despair's last work
will be done. That the father who hung
over his cradle, weaving bright visions Of
the future greatness of his boy, would
shortly feel dreadful satisfaction as he
gazcs upon his coffin-:hat the mother,
even the mother, immutable and everlast-
ing as is her love for her back sliding chill
dren-she who has so often lullod him to
repose; and joyed to watch his waking
even she murmured not that sleep has
come upon him out of which he will wake
no more on earth; even the mother will
not repine, that the grave is made ready
to receive him; {" for there the wicked
cease from troubling and the weary are at
rest"
Young man! again we say beware;-
touch not the unclean thing, lest yc per-
ishi-T Amulet,