Windham County Democrat. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1836-1853, 1837-07-21
NANCY LIE AaON.
A NEW TALE by SARGENT

The following notice of this Interesting story is
taken from the Journal Of the American Temper
ance Union.
We defy any man to stand " some beautiful
piece of mechanism, and see, M It's constant evo
lutons, producing some Finished and valuable ar
tcle, if it be only cut nail orr card wire, with
out. admiration. But how INch more is the
,--..x filed with .wonder dlaelight as il secs
-..la--aa salA 49, Atnay sessaS. !
continually Tevolving,t k forth upsVthe-
world rich productions, 5|ght which afe to
act upon mind and heart, ara reform and bless
the world.
We had thought Mr. SargeR had about ex
hausted his subject, or used upall his materials,
though we saw his machneryFow brighter and
brighter by action. But we we're, and we are
glad to find il so, although milaken. Nancy LIE
Baron falls behind none of Is Temperance tales,
and we confidently believe ills TO he the means
of saving many lovely femle from connecting
herself with a man who void prove drunken
husband, and as matter of Durse, ((or Temper
ance, like a two ged sword cuts both ways,) of
compelling many a young Ran, who, without SO
doing, would be rejected, to asst from him the in
toxicatng cup. Our youthful sisters have needed
such a beacon. Not that thy have been entirely
without. There has not bee, we venture TO say,
town in ouI country whichhas not furnished as
affecting tale as that of Macy LIE Baron. But
it needed the genius of slfeent to draw them
out, and to present, in one picture, the two eX-
tremes Of happiness ard Misery; the young fe
male, in all her loneliness, and hope, and prom
Use, and the drunkards VIII and widow, cast out
despsed, forsaken, and dying amid extreme pow
erty and wretchedness.
The simple tale is this. A Mr. l., bach
eor Of thirty five, who had made his fortune 10y
trade in the metropolis, reln ned after fifteen year
absence, to his native VILLAGE TO seek the hand o
y the pretty Nancy lie Barol, the only girl he ha
i ever loved, and who in his plough-boy day
i scornfully rejected him. AT his arrival, he wa
e thrown into tavern, whce, IN baT-roOm, he ha
an opportunity to witness scenes Of toddy drinkin
and coarse Tibaldry, fort,ry not uncommon
II though now happily gFHs9i ng rarer, in New Ems
# land. The descriptr -.,,a& >this, by Mr. Sargen
IS is exceedingly graphic - next day, at churcl
lie he looked but looked ir1gan, for the iamll
re which once he admired and loved, and which o.
cuped the highest pew and in vain for the onl
ID countenanee, the only eye, which among the mu
ir titude he cared to behold. He next went by Il
n old mansion, and there he saw none but stranger
= and from thence TO the graveyard, TO see VIII
IN tales tombstones might ten, Here he was met
If one of those miserable beings, found in almo
every village, who hang about the bar-room, al
I'D will do the most mental services for the taver
No keeper for little grog useful on training day
to at weddings, and ordinations, and funerals
whenever, in word, drink is to be had
as ployed by all, because employed cheap, yet
ng spected by none and acquainted with eve
NJ thing that has transpired for years MIR Ia. h
~ ~ seen him in the evening before in the bar-roC
of Deacon Mixer. There while the deacon "
81 mixing his toddy, flip, sling, and jueps, for
err various guests, old Enoch Runlet, for such v
he his name, was hanging round like hungry d
Of determined to have taste. ""What are you n
l ~; for, Runlet 2" said the deacon, with repus
tone. Enoch reached forward, and whispered