The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1841-10-30
"TllE MILFORD BARD.n

"TllE MILFORD BARD"
The followin. in relation to the MILFORD
BARD, we exlrac: from the N o. Crescent
Guy:
We know the unfortunate subject of
this article, ten years ago he was the CELL
ire OF the most brilliant GU Gle III his ma
i've Slale-now "a degraded drunkard, Is
thrust into the society OF alms-housc pau
pers!-llis story is soon Told tie was
young, rich and Generous, possessing the
strong impulses which iolm the fountain
head ol The silver stream OF poesy, his
HE one continual stream OF muslc-one
long vibration Oh the harp OF love.
"Thon came the curse Of by-sone years"
In the Iicl halls OF fame there glded
III nolscleso beauty Il c eature oi heavenly
brightness. The old la!e! The poet don
ed lne splrlt ui h 5 oul, and size looked
upon her "orshlppef WI.l me col" dun
eye oi pllue. Few vi lis are blessed "itn
Tie moral courage to survive disaprolnI-
lnenl like this, and madly we fly /" HE
Il 'rk alers OF Tie l.ette, even though
they drown but fora single moment li,e
burning tho his Which, press Their scor-
plon slings deep .nto the brain. lar be
1t from lis TO advocate the cause Of III
temper rance, but even while we depreci-
a.e, we usl look with pity on those Nhn
have been smllten with The plague->pol
OF The horrid vice. Bindly he dashes on,
reckl SIS OF the iulule day, forgetting III
his dc!lrium the green old days passed i'll
The glo.lous sunshine # youth. he was
then the broken hearted nlali-lle dying
aol' 5 Of his once rich song iloaled upon
The Car Ike the sig OF d wounded spun
at the gaze OF heaven. The object OF
his early love married. With glazed
eye aud faded hopes he sees the last plank
torn from his grasp and hears the llvld
wat'rs gulgle III his ears. Then comes
madness, and the poet revels in the splen
dor OF thu lurid ball. The dream is over,
he has passed through The aller ol The fire
into Bael, but lie IS stalltG- scatncd
/, The quick! Step, by step, he w"Iks on
TO peldiion. one by one his irien's de-
>erl him. Sill he clings to her memory
still the sweet sad song OF the past
is borne upon the dark waves Of sor-
row.
Some two years ago an attempt was
made bv some of his friends to cndeavor
if possible to save him from utter degra-
DAFT Il, by placir & him for voluntary
period in tho Baltimore Jail. ! called
one evening To see him, he vas giy and
cheerful but happiness wa the thin up
per crust of his feelings. There was one
sentence which can never forget, it was
late and he jailor Informed me that Mr.
-was rather unwell and was about
retiring to rest Yielding 10 my I'M. or
tunlies, however he led the way 10 his
apartment. Peeping through the key
hole saw him engaged in prayer, his
hands were raised in mute supplicalion TO
Heaven, and tears were rolling down his
cheeks.
"NIcn cal me drunkard, but, Oh,
God! forg V" HER who caused this
wrcck!"
The friend and companion of Thorn
as Moore--he whose society was courted
by theft st Of the land, and around whose
brow fame you'd have thrown his rich 'sl
wrcah-is , uw the inmate OF an ASYLUM
for paupers!- lie will so down 10 The
tomb unhono ed and The hillock growing
with weeds above his head will be point
ed out by the rasser by, as "1nE Drum
BARD's CRAVE"