Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1838-06-07
Too Bottles of Old Irish TVhiskev,.

Too Bottles Of Old Irish Whisky.
The following thrilling narrative, "a tale
OF real life we copy from the Illinois
Temperance Herald.
A small ienemeni, No 80, M street,
was The home, the happy home Of three
families. Unlike most houses inhabited
by more than one family, this was quite
clean and respectable. The firsl floor was
occupied by Patrick CalIaslan, a shoema-
ker; the front room as his slFop, the back
serving him, his wife, and their brood Of
children. The second was tenanted in
front by cartman, named Farrell; mar
ricd man, but without children; tie back
by merry, lighHshearted raborer, Dennis
Doyle, his wife and their infant, little Phe-
linn, the finest, prettiest, best natured smart
est--in short, the first.
These three families, though unconnect-
ed by blood or any adventitous tiesy were
united in the frmest friendship. Their
joys and sorrows we're all thrown into one
common stock; the joys to swell the gems
eral mass ofthe'happiness oftheir common
home their sorrows, they scarce deserve
the name, SO much was the burden Of grief
lighlened to each when so equally divided
among all.
Thus they had lived together for near
two years, when some time last winter, /
was called to prescribe for Doyle's little
boy. The spectacle presented by these
three united families, living in peace and
love, was delightful. Al first had some
difficulty in ascertaining TO which couple
the little sufferer belonged, so equal was
the interest evinced by all. The shoema-
ker almost ceased work lest little Phelim,
the d0rlint," should be disturbed by the
noise ofthe shoe hammer. Ills wife scarce
ly allowed her children to enter the house
during the day, fearing that their racket
might break Phelim's sleep. Farrell came
home ten times a day to ask how the baby
was, and each time must and would take
one look at the sweet face of him, just TO
see with his own eye. ifthe life WASN'T more
in him." AS for his wife, her whole time,
care and thought, was devoted TO the ba-
by and twas only from her frequent at
tempss to cheer up the mother that the
stranger would have guessed that he was
not her own.
Al last had the pleasure Of pronounce
ing lutte Phelim out of danger; and Of a
truth twas hard to say what heart in oil
three families swelled with the most intense
joy and ,thankfnlness. The event made a
deep impression on my mind, aud ] often
quoted the tenants Of No. 80 NJ street,
MS AL illustrations Of the responsibility and
happiness within the reach Of the poor.
| I was passing IN front Of the watch
house about 10 o'clock on the night Of the
celebration, when il occurred 10 me that
might possibly be wanted there, as our pub
lie rejoiciDgs rarely pass over without fur.
nishing the watch.hoase with number Of
broken heads, if not moro serious injuries.
I stepped in. Amy thing done, Captain :
Nothing yet-it's scarcely time ; but since
you are here, you had better remain awhile,
for ten to one we may want you before the
evening is over
Having no very pressing business, / re-
solved to spend an hour with my friend,
the Captain. We had scarcely fairly seat
ed ourselves and began friendly chat.
when prodigious ,umuh at the door am
nounced customers. Shouts, curses and
screams, in mingled din, fell upon the ear.
but high above the rest we distinguished
the yells Of a female /; " He 10 dead, he's
dead-murdered he is--my own darlin,
murdered !" t..a
In another moment the whole confused
throng burst into the room-men and wo-
mon, old and young,~ black and white,
watchmen and prisoners, hurrying towards
the desk. The first Ggnre that attracted
my attention was the yielding MOTHER
She was quite young, and though her
Fclothes had been apparently torn of hcs
back, yet the fragments that remained were
Of good quality. They were evidently
the tarers Of best dress. Over her
shoulders was flung blanket, which she
had gathered 10 front, and pressed with
both hands to her breast Her face was
flushed, her eyes suffnsed and her gait un-
| steady. She had evidently been drinking.
Behind her stood another woman with
dress Tess disordsred. but 50 much intoxi-
Gated, the supporting arm ofihe Waterman
was necessary To- prevent her from falling
to tho floor. She was overwhelmed with
drunken grief, aud poured out food ol
senseless tears. The group was made up
| Of tile usual materials for such scene
men and women, whose inAamed eyes,
bloatcd faces, and senseless clamor, be-
spoke them the victims Of the Great Des:
trOyer.
With infinite trouble the Captain silene-
ed their bravling, and one Of the watch bad
just begun the usual story, in which "drink-
ing, -" quarrelling," and "Gghing," were
the mJst frequent words, when the woman,
whose ciamor for her child had almost
deafened Us. sprang forward 10 where !
sat !; :" Oh! doctor dear, doctor dear, he's
dead, he's desd--it's murdered entirely Nc
Eis." blocked At the poor creature who
thus claimed my acquaintance, but failed to