Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1844-11-15
Effects Of TRtemDeranCe,

In one of tile quiet towns of Massachusetts, a
young lady, die only child Of her parents, who had
an accomplished education, and all the charms Of
modest beauty and noble intellect, went to a rum
seller who was daily entcing her father to drink,
intending soon to possess his snug little farm
She told him he was not only destroying her IA
ther, but bringing ruin and disgrace on her and her
mother. Oh, he said she would soon be married
she need not trouble herself She replied, she
never would-she never could consent to involve
in their shame one she loved; she would never
leave her mother; but would work with her hands,
and every day bring him the amount Of money he
now received of her father, if he would sell him
no more. She enreated HIM with tears. But,
with an Internal Iecr, he asked the poor girl if he
should say to her father that she had requested
him to sell no more Her eyes fashed-ond her
reason reeled. "YOu are not q man" said she
She is now maniac in the Worcester Asylum,
A Door old lady in another eastern town, who
formerly lived in ni1luence, had husband and two
sons, who gave themselves up to mtemperance'
One day the father and sons were drinking at the
tavern with others like themselves, when hearse
passed the door, One Of the sons swore, with an
idiot grin, he would be the next who rode III that
carriage! The next morning he was found dead;
with his face in a muddy pool of water, not large
enough to drown cat. In view OF this awful
Judgment, the mother wrote petition to the rum
seller, enueatng him to sell her husband no more
liquor. The petition, under such circumstances,
one would think, might have melted The hart Of
into matches, which be put into tunbIer aud set
on the Shelf and every time the old man or his
son came into the bar roon he would give them
a segar, and hand down the tumbIer OF matches to
LIGHT it, till they were all consumed; and then
boasted that he had made the husband and son
burn up he piOuS petition Of the old lconan.
A poor old widow of Oxford, Mass, had an on
" child, Frederick He was a kind, generous
hearted boy: but in that beautiful town. where in
temperance formerly made its fearful ravages, he
was insensiby drawn within the circle of the aW-
full Vortex. Frederick became drunkard and Il
vagabond. To spare the feelings Of her whom he
most ardentIy loved and still, in some degree rev.
enced, he wandered away, she knew not where.
After an absence Of some years, in which he sui-
fered all the poverty and misery of drunkard, he
was persuaded by some phanthropist to sign the
Temperance Pledge. The next morning he So
bery considered his condition, and fearing the tie
mems, his heart yearned for the sympathy and fos-
y tering care Of his piOus mother. He set out OIL
foot, Journey of forty miles; and when he arrl-
we'd in Oxford, was worn out with fatigue; his
nerves trembling for want Of The accustomed slim
illus. At this moment, his mother mourning for
her son, opened her bible and read Of the young
man cutting himself among the tombs. She said
it was her Frederick and she would 90 up stairs
and pray for his deliyeranCe and return. AS she
was in the act of taking her Bible, he looked INTO
sorry appearance to stand before his honorcd
mother, he thought he would just step into the
tavern and brush his hair, and adjust his cravat-
As he stood trembling before the glass, tie rum
seller, recollectng him, cordially shook hands, and
offered him something to drink, He declined, say
ing that he had signed the pledge. Oh, no matter
for that; your hands trembe-you are tired; you
can just take one glass to steady your nerves, SO
that you wont shake so; then You need not drink
any more. He was persuaded; but one glass did
not satisfy; he wanted more. Then the hard
hearted rumselle induced him to bet he could drink
pint without taking the cup from his lips. He
swallowed it, and the next morning he was founI
dead in the barn The unlceling wretch assisted
In carrying the body on board to the house of his
mother In her agony she cursed him for having
murdered her son. He acknowledged he had Civ
en- him the liquor; but he said he did not know it
was Frederick. She told him he did; and said she
81 cursed him: know it wrong, but did it.
cursed the murderer Of my only son, Frederick
Heaven forgive him and me-"