American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-01-04

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Jacob Bradley was one of the most thriving
mechanics of a thriving city He had but one
This he had contracted
while an apprentice, by associatlng with q
drinking club who met every Sabbath even
ing, to indulge in riot, song and carousal; from
whose terrific orgies, few of its members c.
turned home sober. This vile habit had chung
to him with the tenacity of the plague, even
after he had established himself in trade, and
united himself to the widows beautiful daugh-
ter. Nothing could break him off from this
fatal propensity on the Sabbath; which he com
menced desecrating in the morning, and ended
by late sojourn at the tavern at night; whence
he returned mad with intoxcaton, and raving
with fits of jealousy. Oflate, he had INDUCED
in his vile propensity more than ever, not hav-
ing patience to wait for his Sabbath carousal--
which always found his meek and pious wife at
her religious duties. Like all who long con-
tnue the habit of hard drinking, at short inter
walls, his health had begun to fail, his limbs to
falter, and his brain to behold "thick coming
iancies," of evil agents, monsters, fiends, RI
walls, enemies, and prosecutors. His wife, too
timid TO expostulate, and in fear of her life, sub
mitted in silent resignation, taking refuge in
the gentle and fond affection of her only daugh-
ter, while each revolving day added fuel to the
FoISdIlo tiluL Nuo plulJ consuming tiis
reason and overwhelming the health Of her in
tatuated partner.
With mingled hope, apprehension and terror
did his saint-like wife await the approach Of
the next Sabbath after her recovery, to test the
temporary reformation and penitence Of her
husband. At length, the eventful day arrived.
With what holy iervor did she pray for him that
morning, as the first rays of the sun broke on
her prisons and cheered her by its gleams.-
"Oh. if he would only abstain that day, all
might be WE'LL" So thought that poor martyr
Alas for the infatuation of the inebriate. He
returned home to dinner, from his usual tavern
resort, highly excited. What an icy shudder
ran through the heart of poor Hannah Bradley!
Could she suppress sigh? Impossible! Her
heart would burst unless nature relieved her
swelling bosom. Yes-she sighed heavily! and
her husband cursed her! "Always gooaly! al
ways discontented!" cried the poor besotted
wretch, who was relapsing into his old vicc!--
''Never satisfied! always black looks, and tears,
and sobs, and signs" He seized his hat, and
dashng the door open, which he slammed with
terrific violence after him, he betook himself to
his usual haunts; mutterng to HIMSELF as he
went along-"damn them, will, ,oiH drink
but drink nothing but beer. They can say no.
thing them
hdt was d idtdt nip1t 10 JACOB DFdulCy.
Fortified by his resolution, which he reli-
gously kept, of drinking no brandy, gin, spirits,
or whiskey he INDUCED without restraint in
his libations of Beer; which added to the drains
he had swallowed in the morning, produced a
state of Supplied, yet ferocious nloxication, of
the most dangerous and tormentng- kind
Frensy rolled from his blood-shot eyes. Mad
dened by irritation, he with great difficulty es-
capped serious quarrel with the Landlord of
the tavern, and reached home cursng all man
kind, and beasting that he had drank nothing
but beer!. frE@.
Scarcely recovered from the late brutal treat
ment received at the hands of her deluded hus-
band, Hannah, the delicate, tmid, and shrink
ing wife, had returned from meeting with her
daughter, feserish with dread, in relation to the
condition in which he might return home,
whose name she scarcely dared to breathe, and
whose reeling image haunted her sensitive i'm
agination, in despite of all her efforts, to concern
trate her mind wholly upon God. Jane looked
a thousand feelings of sympathy with her mo-
Their, but said nothing; and at the urgent re-
quest of her parent retired to bed, in order to
be up with the dawn, to get her morning les
sons for school. What changes between night
ana morning.
Left alone, the fragile daughter of the poor
widow, cast herself upon her knees in prayers
to God; seeking in the intensity of her de-
votons, to escape from the soul narrowing
thoughts that came like infected phantoms to
torture her poor heart. Let US pause to gaze on
her for moment--meek, beautiful, resigned,
sorrowing: her fair head bowed down on her
hands, while tears trickled through her fingers,
and fell like drops Of pous dew distilled from
heaven, on the open bible before her-that
bible, which in veal or wo, she had never
targotten-and whence she never failed to
draw the precious balm of consolation. Hers
was, indeed, a heart to feel, and Spirit to
Worship.
Man-nsensate Observation-Disclosures mani
Gaze on this pictute, and say, can being in
whom there throbs a soul, honor that fragile
image of pious beauty? Can we call that
Monster man, who could strike down, abuse,
crush, terrify, and bleed, that innocent lamb,
who with timid glances looks up to him for
protection? Every feature and gesture of
"Save me!'' Protect me-" "Shelter me.'' 81
Have mercy. Twill do your bidding. Twill
love and ebey, but oh! Save me! God is love!
Oh! let US dwell in love together"
Can such wretch find an equal in any cri-
minal, ever doomed to expiate his deeds of
blood on the scafold-or, linger out a life of
torment at tho galley oar? There is no room
on Gods earth, for such a monster; no resting
place-no refuge--no home Of peace--no sta
ton of honor--no retreat from the stibgs of
scorpions, and the Kissing blast Of the scorn
and infamy of all good men.
Having finished her prayer, poor Hannah
put forth her sweet voice in hymn TO Heaven.
She loved to worship in strains of melody, as
taught by her mother Her tones were sill
yer harmony modulated on the key of seraphs
Music streamed from every tone, and fell from
every cadence. 1t was strain to charm an
angel, and TO melt the beasts Of the forest.
The door of the house Suddenly burst open,
and her husband reeled into the room. The
beer-drnking inebriatc was mad!
"You know hate squalling," cried the sot-