Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-09-10
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the Pioneer and Herald IF Freedom.
The Distilled Man.

The papers give an account Of a most hor-
rible accident which befel a man ia one Of
the New York distillcries-that Of a Mr..
Wilson in Brooklyn. The trap door to the
covering of a val was left open and an unfor-
tunate workman fell through into the boiling
molasses, and before he could be drawn out
the flesh was boiled into fragments, leaving
scarcely anything but a skeleton Of the
wretched man. What a death, and how one
shudders to think Of that blind plunge iuto
the scalding mass, the solitary shrek, and
then of the white bones tossing up and pro-
jecting from the disongaging flesh.
A question comes up here, what will deal
ers do with the broth of the workman !
Will it 90 TO qucnch the thirst Of his com
| panionsl Will they sell il for poor topers
to guzzle down, as the customers Of the Al
bany Brewers poured down cats and dogs,
and p%auper's collins draining in their deli
cious alel finding meat and drink at once.
Think of it, poor victims Of your appetites.
When you take up another glass, look sharp
ly for the blood stain, and shreds Of sodden
flesh in the draught. One Of your fellows is
there some where, melted like a stick Of can
dy in your hot liquor. See if you can find
him now. Do you think that your supplirrs
MOulu tIlON away llb NllOlt lpI SUCH q Ilhb
as a mans falling into it! Why the naked
ruin, rum, or whatever it is called, is itself
more deadly and revolving to a healthy stom-
ach, than that thin broth of a man cooked
alive. He sells the first to you, and sure he
will not scruple to furnish you with the lat
ter. Why should he? The flashing hell
soup has always in it The tears Of widows,
the hearts Of wives, and the whole live being
OF the deluded drunkard--in a figure, very
apparent. Why not literally boil up a work
man now and then 'to make the cruel thick
and slab,"-or why refuse 10 furnish liquor
when accident furnishes the ingredients.
Besides, no one will know which cask or
score of casks has the precious mixture
The whole will be put into market together,
and there's not a man with his three pint Jug
or old junk bottle of rum,-or whatever the
liquor was,-but may be carrying of a quar-
ter's worth of human soup TO regale himself
with. He'll not know, any more than the
distilled man that once worked on the liquor
and now works in it, which bottle shall con-
tain a taste Of him. If this does not add to
the fiery draught, and make it " prime - in
deed, we know of nothing but the ontnirerous
Albany ale that suit the blunted appetiles of
these poor fellows, whose manhood is being
burned out by their indulgence.
Yet loathsome as the draught may be, and
awful as the death of that miserable man
must have been, they can add no horrrr 10
the cup that kills, and the death produced by
it, Of the poor drunkard. Better, we should
say, be plunged at once in the fiery vat that
smothers life out in an instant, than to be
burned up by a slow fire, and have the flesh
roasted from the skin little by ~little-going
off livid and bloated, till the last vital force is
ccopchad ont opd n 1aath nf manu- ,aare hoe
at last accomplished its work. The end is
the same, the way only differing in haste, for
both are plunged into the ruin they thought
not of, both are boiled 10 death by the hot Ii
quid-only the one may have been unimpair-
ed in his mental nature-though his trade
was one which leaves little chance for that,
while the other has his spirit withered into
dust, and his heart shrivelled to a finder, drop
by drop, in the hell of his ruin and crime
Yet in the end their fates are not unlike, for
both may be bottled and sold for the consump-
ton Of new victims-a not improbable desti-
ny-and so keep the veins Of the great incar-
nate devils of drunkenness supplied, and their
blood in circulation.
The downward world has its horrible har-
mony in gross caricature of the upward, and
this despotism of the rum victims is in proof
of it. Rivers run 10 the sea, and mists 90 up
from the sea; clouds feed the springs, and
the springs supply the rivers. This is the
harmonious revolution Of nature-is earth's
vital circulation. In a like manner drunken
ness reels into the waits TO make the rum
that made itself-or lies and drains from pot
ter's fields into the green pool that makes
the beer that Stays it, and the vat pours
out new streams TO re-supply itself with to-
pers.
The truth is, there is nothing too awful oil
too loathsome to be found in the traffic that
is carried on between the excuses of appe,
tite and selfshness /; and the man who sups
on Wilson's boiled workman, is no more tru.
ly devouring human blood and flesh, thar
tho wretch who takes all the worth and fame
life's hope and life itself, of the drunkard t.
fatten on. The rumsellers tea and cofre,
and bread are as deeply mingled with tn
awful compound of man and poison simmer
ed together, as a cup from the fatal vat woul,
be. 1t is all sodden with gore and tears, an,
he should know it, and when he is convin
ced of it, (but good heavens what can cor
vince him y he cannot longer deal in the tel
rible poison. Not all the deaths of all III
drunkards that have reeled down TO ruiz
right before his face, have taught him yet
know that blood is on all his gain. Not a
the signs and walled out prayers Of myriad
of wronged wives, have yet been able to ia
away the thick veil from his vision, that |
may see how drenched with salt grief
the wealth he earns. And we suppose |
will not believe, though the ghost of III
sweltering corpse should rise from its ru
ming faucet and ask his flesh in every gla
he pours.
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