Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1845-06-27

enemies and prosecutors. His wife, too timid to
expostulate, and in fear of her life, submitted in
silent resignation, taking refuge in the gentle and
fond affections of his only daughter, while
each revolving day added fuel to the raging
volcano that was rapidly consuming the rea-
son and overwhelming the health of her infu-
Iriated husband
With mingled hope, apprehension and terror,
did his saintlke wife wait the approach of the
next Sabbath after her recovery, to test the tenn
Iporary reformation and penitence Of her husband.
AT length the eventfal day arrived. With what
holy fervor did she pray for him that morning,
as the first rays of the sun broke upon her orr
sons, and cheered her by its CLEANS. go! if
he would only abstain that day, all might be
we'll" So thought that poor martyr.
Alas for the infatuation of the inebriate.
lie returned home to dinner from his usual tav-
ern resort, highly excited. What an icy shud-
der ran through the heart Of poor Hannah Brad
ley Could she repress a sigh impossible ?
Her heart would burst unless nature relieved her
swelling bosom Yes, she sighed heavily, and
her husband cursed her
always gloomy, always discontentedN cried
the poor besotted wretch, who was relapsing in
to his old vice. " Never satisfied always black
looks, and tears, and sobs, and sighs." He sezed
his hat, and dashing the door open, which he
slammed with violence after him, he betook him
self to his usual haunts, muttering to himself as
he went along d--a them, will drink
nothing but beer They can say nothing then.
Fortified by this resolution, which he relig-
iously kept of drinking no brandy, gin, or whis-
key, he INDUCED without restraint in his libations
of beer which added to the drains he had swal-
lowed in the morning. produced a state of stupi'
fed, yet ferocious intoxcation, Of the most tor
menting kind. Frenzy rolled from his blood
shot eyes. He with great difficulty escaped a
serious quarrel with the landlord of the tavern,
and reached home cursing all mankind, and
Boosting that he had drank nothing but beer.
Scarcely recovered from the late brutal treat
mcnt received at the hands Of her deluded hus-
band, Hannah, the delicate, tmid and shrinking
wife, had returned from meeting with her daugh-
ter, feversh with dread in relation to the condi-
ton in which he might return home, whose
name she scarcely dared to breath, and whose
Keeling image haunted her sensitive Imagination
in spite of all her efforts to concentrate her mind
wholly upon God Jane looked thousand feel
ings of sympathy with her mother but said moth
ing; aud at the urgentrequest Of her parent, re-
tired to bed, in order to be iup with the dawn
to get her morning lessons for school. Wha
changes between night and morning ..I
Left alone, the fragile daughter of the poo1
widow cast herself upon her knees in prayer tc
God, seeking in the intensity of her devotons
to escape from the soulharrowing thoughts tina
came like infected phantoms to torture her poo
heart. Let US pause to gaze on her for mo
ment-meek, beautiful, resigned, sorrowing he
fair head bowling down on her hands, while tear
trickled through her fingers, and fell like piou
dews distilled from heaven, on the open bblt
before her; that bible which, in veal or wo, hac
never failed to draw the precious balm of conso
lation. Hers was indeed heart to feel and
spirit to worship.
Having finished her prayer, poor Hannah put
I forth her sweet voice in a hymn to heaven. Sin
loved to worship in strains of melody as laugh
by her mother Her tones were silver harlno
my modulated on the key Of seraphs. Mus
streamed from every tone, and fell from ever
cadence II was strain to charm an angel ant
melt the beasts of the forest.
! The door Of the house suddenly burst open
and the husband reeled into the room. Thu
beer drinking inebreate was mad
"You know hate squalling," cried the sol
fish brute Why do you sing with such
croaking voice, when you know detest you
:, singing? You are never easy but when you Cal
torment me"
"Will you go TO bed, Jacob! 1t is late, sal
the wife I'D. ...
"That is no answer to my question. Ho,
! dare you sing, when have told you never to
it! I'd rather hear the CT baking of a toad"
-" | was only singing hymn, Jacob"
"What do you brave me, you tormentor; tax
that, and that and that" cried the drunke
wretch, striking her over the head with his fis
which, in her weak state, leyelled her in INT
ment, and she lay insensibe on the floor, fror
" @hich she never arose with life The TRACED
\ was ended The meek and pious suffer was
Epeace. One blow had. struck with fatal preci
ion on the temporal artery, and Hannah Brade
was "A corpse. The inebriate was murderer.
! Falling asleep from the surrounding quiet
: the room, overcome by the heavy effects of h
l. debauch, The wretched man only awoke to Il
Il realities around him the next morning, when /
J found himself the murderer of his wife Fro
$ that moment reason fled its throne. A shatte
II ed mind fell before the dread act which appal
c nature, happen when and where it may. Jac(
Bradley became from that hour ravng mania
/ and now inhabfs one of the cells in the insar
: asylum n The vicinity of a city in Pennsyvani
: thus verifying, to the letter, the solemn truth
7 the remark, that he or she who deranges reasc
! by ihtoxication, is always liable to be overtak,
by madness murder, poverty, or suicide, whit
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