Litchfield enquirer., 1830-11-04
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Gertrude spoke from the impulse of her heart. She could not believe that such a man as Charles Wilton could debase him. self to the sin, of drunkenness he whose nature was SO noble-sO eleyated--a passionate lover ofthe beauty of the natural universe, and of the godlike manifestations ] of human virtue,the outbreaking of the im- 1 mortal spirit from the darkness of its prison house, could, by any possible temptations, yield to the balefal enticements of the de- stroyer-and humble the godlike image of manhood lower than that of the brutes which perish.' ,s,.,se .a .ag /
 ! And why was it that when all her friends saw and warned her of her danger, she clung yet closer to the object of their 1 fears! Why was 1t when the bosom friends of Charles Wilton avoided him as l if there were contamination in his very presence, that the beautiful and intellectual Gertrude welcomed his approach with a smile of deeper fondness 2 She l0Ued A;ns: and the love of a heart like hers changes not with the changes of the beloved---it burns brighter and warmer as the shadows of evil close around it's object.
 And Gertrude became the wife of Charles Wilron-and his victim also. She. died early, but not before every beautiful blossom of her affection had perished {; not before death-lke whitening had gone over her heart, until it became ss dust, and all its warm and holy feelings gave placeso bitterness and loathing and abhorrence.- Y Oh-there is nothing in human suffering like wrong and scorn from those we love, and would die for--nothing which so chan- ges and chills. the con6ding bosom. And all this Gertrude felt, and her high spirits sank under the trial. She perished--bnt the last moments of her existence were un- soothed by the voice of affection. At times, indeed, bloated and loathsoms form bent over the pillow--the wreck of all which gives beauty and dignity to man. hood-and voice, hideous from drunken. ness, murmured in her ear the disgusting words of an idiots fondness--to De. sue. ceeded by the rude oath--the unfeeling jest-the savage indifference to mortal suffering, which characiefizo the lost. shameless drunkard. s es sss.
 Let woman beware of. tho intempera,e. Let her shun their presence as the accur- sed of Heaven-the smitten with that mor- al leprosy which is alike immedicable and uniting her destiny with that ofthe drunk ard, she is drawing down upon her head the heaviest of curses. It were better to embrace the sepulchrc, whose cold halls are haunted only by the Spectre of Decay. 1t is the wedlock of beauty and pollution -of purity and pestilence-tho binding of breathing form. of life to the loathsome- ness of death.- Weekly Rsvie,o.
 
 The Lazy Society.-A short time since society was formed in a town in Massa- chuset,s, the title of which was, The La. zy and Idle Society,"" Its object was to discountenance all unnecessary exertionof mind or body. One of its rules directed that no member should rise from bed be- fore 7 o'clock, A. M. For several suc- cessiye mornings one of it's most conspicu- ous members was seen by some busy body, who envied the society, sitting in his arm chair before his door as early as five in the morning. The circumstance was told; and the society directed member who liv- ed opposite to place his bed in such po- sition that he could see from it the suspect ed member if the charge was true. There sat the delinquent. He was summoned; the charge was proved it only remained ! to nave tne SentenC0 OI O1pUlSlOu G1PtGas" ed. "It is true," said he, [" have been seen in the position stated l am accus- toned to take that position after supper; when bedtime comes and my pipeais out, I feel too happy in my composare to wish to stir and so remain through the night."- He was not only acquitted, but the Presi- dent resigned to him his chair.
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 Honesty is the best poiicy4-says the old proverb; and how many fresh proofs have we of it. know it is a cold reelection, hardly adapted to " "warm weather read ings"-but as this is the season for Lissi- patton, think it deserves repetiiion.-- When see a young man, clerk, with a moderate salary sporting. day after day. his stangope, or his tandem, young AJehu, thinks |, you are driving the road to ruin. When ! witness tho same sporting char acter, night after night, hastening to the Theatre, treating himself and companions- with ticket to the box, young blade. thinks I. you will soon take quarters in . box, less pleasant than that at the Theatre When again I behold this same youih--- youth in years, but veteran in dissipatioD--- frequenting gambling houses. and taverns. with bloated face and bloodshot eye, then young man, I know that tho days of your :.:-..:... ..s. r,s.,I,arfd. If won are wiae.