Litchfield enquirer., 1844-02-08
GIVE ME BACK MY HUSBAND.
BY EL1HU BURR4ITT.,

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 Not many years since, young married couple from the far fast anchored Isle, sought our shores with the most sanguine anticipariul of prosperity and happiness, They had begun to realize muic than they had seen in the vision of hope, when, in an evil hour, the husband was tempted '" to look upon the wine when it was red," and to taste of it ss when it gives its color in the cup- The charmer fastened around his victim all the serpent spells of its sorcery, and he fell and, at every step of his rapid degradation from the man to the brute, Eand downward, a heart string broke in the bosom of his companion.
 Finally, with the last spark of hope hiciering on the altar of her heart she threaded her way into one of those shambles where man is made such thing as the beast of the field would below at. She pressed her way through the bacchanalian crowd who were reveling in their own ruin. With her bosom full of that perlous stuff that preys upon the heart" she stood before the plum derer of her husbands destiny, and exclaimed in tones of startling anguish t Cite nse6ack neg hus- band" sg s,3 ,st.dst. el..al. l,. l,s. -t..s, .
 "There's your husband" said the man as he pointed towards the prostrate wretch SC That ny husband! What have you done to him! That ma ist;:sband! What have you done to that noble form, that once like s:.:. , ccs hadi protecting shade over the fragile vine that clung io t for sup port and shelter? That niy husband! With what torpedo chill havsyo touched the sinesvs of that manly arm! 1Natmy hWs6andN What have you done to that noble brow, which he once wore h. ssOa5 his acaa9p, as Ii It bore th1 snpossriP- ton of the Godhead? That ny htssba'td!~ What have you done to that eye, with which he waswont to "look erect on heaven," and see in his mirror the image of his God. What Egyptian drug have you poured into his veins, and turned the ambling fountain of the heart into black, and burning pitch Give me back my husband Undo your baslisk spells, and give me back the man that stood with me by the altar! b.r. 4 rt.,. ,.....,..-.. .....
 The ears of the rum-seller, ever since the first demijohn of that burning liquid was opened upon our shores have been saluted at every stage of the traffic, with just such appeals as this. Such wves such widows and mothers, such fasherless children, as never mourned in Israel at the Massacre of Beth- ehem, or at the burning of the Temple, have cried in hisf ears, morning, night, and evening Gioe me back ny husbond! Clue me back my boy!- Gire me back n,y brother "'
 But has the rum seller been confounded speech less at these appealss ss--No! not he. He could show his credentials at moments notice with proud defiance. He always carried in his pocket written absoluton for all he had done, and could do, in his work of destruction. He had boMgM c letter of induigence-I mean license! <! precious instrument, signed and sealed by an authority stronger and more respectable than the P0pc's.- He confounded! Why, the whole artillery of civil power was ready open in his defence and support Thus shielded by the egis of the law, he had no- thing to fear from the enemies of his traffic. He had the image and superscription of Casar on his credentials, and unto CPSar he appealed, and unto Cesar, too, his victims appealed in vain. .t