Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1841-07-31
Vol. I--NO. XIV.
From The Ne,c Orleans Picayune.
DRUNKARD's FATE.

From the Blotter OF p. Pickle, Jr., Aeooun.
tant.
We were passing tho front entrance of one of
our principal hotels few days since, at an hour
when the summer not far from s me- |
ridian height, little noise inside attracted at
,ention and we Immediately stopped--few men |
pass by any thing which gives indication Of nn af
fray. In moment We distinguished the cause, for
ono Of the servants, strong muscular fellow, bore
out in his grasp as though 'twere but mass of in
animate natter something which still retained the
appearance Of living though scarcy human being,
Planting this object upon its feet, at the entrance,
with it's face to the street, tho scrvnn. applied his
foot to the rear and brulally sent his burden into
the ditch. The act was cowardiy and unjus,ifa.
ble but it wns SO quickly consumma,ed that no one
had time 10 interfere
The man thus unceremonousy introduced 10
the receptical of all things filthy was misoraby,
but no, helpessly drunk. The vile liquid in which
he had been partially bahed. seemed to bring him
little nearer his senses, for he scrambled forth
quickly staggered to one of tho chairs upon the
banque,te and took possession of it. Nauseous
and disgusting as was the scream from which. wet
and dripping, he had just rescued himself, still
more nsuscous anl disgusting was tho volume of
language which issued from his lips the very dog
before him-s mean, ,heiving cur at that-dTopped
his tail between his legs, and tro,ted briskly away
from so pestilen,ial an atmosphere. Our blood
froze as we listened to the foul profanity Of the for
saken wretch, his horrible invocations Of the ven-
geapce Of God upon the person who had thrust him
forth into the open air. We passed on our way,
silent and sad.
It wa. even so. In that bloated BRUTE recog.
nized all that remained of an early and accomplished
friend He came to New Orleans few years Ogo,
full grown, real man, in heart and intellect. The
capacities Of SOUL fashioned in the Creators own
image, were his, in their full proportions. In his
fresh and open counenanoe, in the quiet depths Of
his clear and Transparent black eye, and in his man
ly form could be recognized the attributes Of be-
ing formed for the enjoyment Of all that is bright
and true in existence. In his present condition. his
whole course and history is told with distnctness
and eloquence which we shall not presumrtuously
ATTEMPT to emulate. He himself had admitted the
enemy which had stolen away his brains and lett
him lower far than the lowest Of the animal king
dom. He surrendered his soul to the doctrine that
truth is confined to the howl. His reply to renon-
s,ronce as well as persuasion was in the pa''ry So
phsm of the poet.
Let us drink. who would not since through
| life's varied round
In the goblet alone no deception is found"
The forfeit Of lis folly has been carly and pune
tually paid. Better would it have been Tor him.
better FOR all who knew him, that the grave worm
should long ago have roled upon his aesh and
b,nrs. For the consuming iro of low ard deprs>
we'd pa. sions brings more Of agony than would be
endured were his former instinct with lie and con
sciousncss beneath the sod even until decay had
annihi!. ed all outline and trace Of humanity.
The poor mo,he, in distant land, who NOUNS
over her lost SON. the aIu,us broken ,heared sister
who can never forge, the companion and playmate
| of her childhood while sic remains this side th'
tomb, might search in vain for familiar lneamen
in the face of this wreck Of iair humanity. Tireo
is but little in the appearance of tina, hatless coa'
less dirty vagahond iha, gives an INDIGESTION Of be
ter days. Would those who have loved and che
isheI him in his past--alas! forever past--yesrs
beauty and pride, recognize the hight Of his glaze
and sunken eyes, ever and anon flashing with II
unearlhly briliiancy Of temporary insani'y
there any thing Of the fee and hearty laugh
childhood in that maudn leer, or bitter dersio
! the mere mcckery of Gendt Oh no over sue
an object of horror the other would pray for pov
a er TO remember that she had stranged her child
its birth, spreading the pail of oblivion Ger all
collections of lis march under her own guidanc
:. fom infoiey to the full Development oil Its aeu
r. ties IN manhood. God grant that she may so dow
l., TO the grave-as she surely will, for her Father
Heaven is merciful--in utter ignorance of the fin
=, scenes in the life Of the monster she once called
"a child
q His race is nearly run. Between the labors
The bottle the climate, and the season. the cold ear
has already been followed out for his final resli
place. Reason even now totters. The last act
of the drama of his existence will be that oil th'usan
IS in whose footsteps he had rod. BY and by, upon
re bed he will be stretched, that most fearful oil all
ly ings--more and more oathsome as he approach
va his enJ-a duLkdn maniac. In his visions of h
nj ro, there will be a lesson terrible TO contemplj
of most awful and revolving in reality. Long af
M sense and perception have fled, when the laugh a
W. ieer of the demon alone give evidence that life
mains, il will be found that the ruling passion
still triumphant. Yea, even with the last Ia
lia lhrob Of his heart, and upon the las, sigh, Il
.tt .liTatt nan