Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1841-07-24

ton, as the representative of State more
closely identified in feeling with the
family Of the ilustrious Harrison than any
other, forbids my saying less. Sir, suffer
me to repeat, before | take my seat, that,
in voting for this bill, discharge the most
agreeable duty Of my life; and, were | re-
quired now to either vote against it, Or re-
sign my seat here, would not hesitate one
moment. would lay down my commits
sion and retire to private life, conscious of
having honorably discharged my duty to
the last moment of my political existence.
THE MLroRD BARD.-The following in
relation to the Milford Bard we extract
from the n. o. Crescent City:
We know the unfortunate subject of this
article--ten years ago he was the centre of
the most brilliant circle in his native State
how degraded drunkard, he is thrust
into the society of alms-house paupers!
His history is soon told. He was young.
rich and generous, possessing the strong
impulses which form the fountain head Of
the silver stream of poscy, his life was one
continued strain of music-one long vi
bration on the golden harp of love,
"Then came the course of BY gone years"
In the rich halls of fame there gided in
noiseless beauty creature of heavenly
brightness The old tale!-the poet adored
the spirit of his soul, and she looked upon
her worshipper with the cold. dull eye of
pride. Few of us are blessed with the
moral courage to survive disappointment
like this, and madly we fly to the dark wa
tcrs Of Lethe even though they drown but
for a single moment the burning thoughts
which press the scorpion stings deep into
the brain. Far be it from us 10 advocate
the curse Of intemperance, but even while
we dcprecate we must look with pity upon
those who have been smitten with the
plague-spot Of the horrd vice. Blindy he
dashes on, reckless Of the future days and
forgetting in his deIirium the green old days
passed in the glorious sunshine of youth.
He was then the brOken-hearted man-thc
dying notes Of his once rich song floatcd
upon the ear like the signs of a wounded
spirit at the gate Of heaven. The object
of his early love married. With glazed
eye and faded hope he sees the last plank
torn from hislgrasp and hears the livid Wa
tiers gurgIc in his ear. Then comes mad
ness and the poet rcyels in the spIcndor Of
a lurid bali. The dream is over he has
passed through the altar Of fire into Bae
but he is scathed-scathad to the quick
Step by step he walks on to pcrdition, and
one by one his friends desert him. Still
he cllngs to her memory-stiil the sweet,
sad song Of the past is borne upon the dark
wave Of sorrow.
| Some two years ago an attempt was
made by some of his friends to endcavor if
possible to save him from utter degradation.
| by placing him for a voluntary period in
the Baltimore jail. called one evening to
see him, he was gay and cheerful but hap
plnoss was the thin upper crust Of his feel
lngS. There was one sentence which can
/ never forget, il was late and the Tailor in
formed me that Mr.---was rather unwcl!
and was about retiring TO rest. Yielding
/ TO my opportunities. however, he led the
way to his apartment. Pceping through
the key hole / saw him engaged in prayer;
his hands were raised in mute supplcation
/ to heaven and tears Were rolling down his
check, Men call me drunkardl but oh,
Cod! forgive her who has caused this
wreck"
The friend and companion Of Thomas
Moore--he whose society was courted by
the first Of the land and around whose brow
fame would have thrown his richest wreath
is now degraded inmate Of common
asylum for paupers! lie will 60 down to
the tomb unhonored, and the hiock grow
ing with weeds above his head will be point
ed out by the passer by as the "Drunkard'S
Craze"