The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-02-04
{ From the Rochester Democrat
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hio%,n 10 king lad p;s by witt gallon
oil can in his hand. His tatelcd gar
ments and hls melancholy face, where
well calculated to excite observation and
pity. twas but too evident that the YES
sci which he carried had been diverted
from lis legitimate use, and that it was
now used not as an oil can, but as a
Whi>kcy. jug. Having seen him pass
twice in one day with his ever prescn;
can. we had the curiosity TO accosl him,
and did 50 BIZ inquiring his residence.
81 live" said he, five miles from the
city, on ,hc--.road."
lou have been to the city once before
to-day have you not"
YES sir, came down in the morning;
but co'!d'nt get what ! was sent for,
and ! had 10 come again
What was YOU cent fer. my lad? 1t
must be something very important to
make it necessary fory,u TO walk wenty
miles in tins Storm
why sir, it vas Whisktv that as
s'nt for, father had no money, and he
sent me to Mr.----'s to get trusted;
but he wouldn't trust me any more, so
! hat! to go home without the whiskey;
but father sent me back again.
How Go you exp CT to get it now,
when You couldn't get it in the morning.
Nh sir, | have brought pair of
shoes which sister sent mother Mr..
will give whiskey for them. He
has got two or three pairs Of mothers
shoes now
Do yol like to carry whisky home,
my hoyP
oh no, sir, for 1t makes us all so I'M
happy; but can'r help IT,
We took the responsibility Of advising
The oy not to f. lii his Grand al die;u.n-
ed home with him. The family we found
consisted of husband wife and four chill
dren-ihc oldest, (lke boy was not more
than ten years Of age, while the young' st
was an infant of few months 1t was a
cold, clustering day. The North wind
blew harshly, and came, roughly and u l.
hidden, through the nrmberless crev ces
of the poor mans hovel. A few black
embcrs occupied the fire place, around
which were huddled the half naked chill
dren, aud the woe stricken mother and
wife. Her face was haggard-her eyes
sunken, her hair dsheveled, her clothes
tallered and unclean. She was seated IL
pen an old broken chair, and was mechan-
lcally swinging to and fro, as if endea-
vorlng to quiet her infant, which moaned
piifully in its mothers arms. II had been
sick from its birth, and it was now seem
ingIy struggling to free itself from the
harsh world into which it had few
months previously been ushered. There
was no fear in the eye of the mother, as
she gazed upon the expiring babe. The
fountain had been long before dried up by
the Internal fires which alcohol had kin
died and fed. Yet she was the picture OF
despair; and We could but fancy, as she
sat thus that her mind was wandering
back to the happy past, the days of her
own infancy and girlh god, and her early
home. Poor thing! She had given hel
affections and her hand to man who had
taken the first steps in intemperance. She
had left her home full of buoyant hopes
hopes never to be realized, to spend life
of misery with a sot. Broken hearted
cast out from the society of her former
friends, fIowned upon by the good So
ciety' humane, spoken of as the miserable
wife of miserable drunkard, with no
hand TO help, no heart to pity, she very
soon became tippler and drunkard
herself
By the side of this woe smitten mother
kneeled a little girl of five or six years
down whose sallow cheeks tears were
coursing, who ever and soon exclaimed,
Poor little Willie, must you die2" ooh
mother! must Willie die2 and then kissing
the clammy sweat from little Wilie's brow
covered her face with her tallered apron
and wept.
L I,, ha r. al, H.