Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1832-12-27
WHOLE NO. l43.

couiu not Du' marx the contrast betweeA
the past and the laesent. Beautiful as
II had looked before, in the hazy light Of
ihonghtiul Autumn, II was doubly 81, now
That :. fresh green Of Spring rested like
an emerald mantle upon the landscaps,
and the eXhalaiions from the early ilow.
ers were rising like tril,de OF sacrifice
to the Power which had spread out
scene Of such eloquent beauty.
My first inquiry at the inn was for thu
Grey lam'y-the happy circle wlere
had passed so many pleasan, moments.--
l was answered, with sigh & a shrug,
by the village landlord .-'Alasp said the
publican, 4 am afraid you will find with
them but q remnant Of their Eormer he,.-
pincss.' l was informed, with all a vii.
lage inn-keeper's mnuteness, TINT the
Greys had removed, and now occupied
low rooted cottage directly over the way,
lost no time in crossing to the dwelling,
As my hand rested upon the little wick
ct gate, 4 heard contention within
There were the voice Of insolent COM
mand land the subdued tone offender and
earnest entreaty. tapped at the door,
and lifting the latch, entered the apart
ment. | was confronted by a counte.
nance red and bloated, and grossly dis.
figured, apparently by the exercise Of re.
| cent violent passion.
:, "What do you want?" said the man.
and walking towards me, he gazed at
my features with the lack-lustre glance
of manac-"What do you want in my
=, house?"
! "Nou do not remember me-" said ],
as his lineamcnts flashed upon me-You
have forgotten the itinerant artist and his
companion"
Grey reeied TO a chair. Had our pic.
lures taken-my wife, and my children
oh yes! Is ityou9-I will cali them. He
arose TO leave the room, but leaned in
indecision upon an old chest of drawers.
He called, Frances-Mary,--co
come in,-we have friends here!'
While ne was yet drawling out, these
! scarcely ineligible commands, door
opened from an adjoining apartment, and
his wife entered. Her little girl follow
ed, with eyes red with weeping. She
shrunk from her degraded father with
uno oncealed dread But for the mothef
alas! hardly recognized her. "Dry
sorrow had drank her blood"-an unnat.
ural Paleness fingered on her wasted fea-
lures, and an unearthly glare beamed in
her yet undmmed eye. She looked the
very picture Of hopeless despair.
"Grey begged TO be excused" as he
passed, with tottering steps, from the
room. l referred to former tmes-theif
change of residence, etc. The poor a.
: bused wife told me in a few words, with
| MI ~ xuc, Il 10 al. e
lily had been visited. lNTEMPERANcE had
been there. The husband--the father
> in two short years-had become a con-
frmed drunkard! Affliction had gather
ed upon happy circle, and unmixed
. sorrow had beea poured upon the inno-
. cent. could hear no more. The con-
: trast between our first and second meet.
= ing, kept crowding upon my memory
u aad l felt that in continuing the conver.
sation, ] must be both impartDg and re-
ceiving pain. kissed the little girl.
: whose hand was in mine-and as I open.
: ed the door to retire, the light fell upon
the FAMILY GRoUPE, through the green
}, gauze with which it was enveloped.-
g There were the same curls which had
been bodied forth by the artist-the for.
mer speaking eye, which after inebriety
had rendered dim and expressionless. -
There too, were the beautiful mother
: and child. And as l looked upon the
pictured groupe, and then upon the at
tenuate being before me, whose hand
e clasped, with all mothers fondness, the
!, opening bud in her arms, whom poverty
}, and sorrow awaited, my heart melted--
and, woman as ! was,-the tear rose un-
bidden to my cheek, and passed the
, threshold with an aching heart.
This is no fancy-sketch. II is, alas.
!, too true, as one at least, will testify, II,
perchance, it should ever meet bis eve.
I II may be, that in his wanderings, the
u friend Of my youth may see this record
e ofearly scenes, and recognize it, asread.
II lily as he would portrait from his own
'e eazel.
4 INTEMpERANcE!-How many cheeks
in hast thou blanched with premature sor.
'f row-how many bright eyes dimmed--
@ how many fopd hearts broken! The in.
st toxicating cup-the maddening bowl
e alas! what countless numbers have been
) rendered wretched by thy influence
!, miserable by thy powei--fend-like by
= thy control! Oh! young msn--who hasa
9 health and strength, reason and intellect
--shun the dlunkard's fate. "Look nol
upon the wine when it is red--when il
giveth its color in tho cup--when il NOV.
eth itself arght." Go not in thy folly,
:, like an OK 10 the slaug ughtcr--"as bird
,f that hasteth To the snare, and knoweth