Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1849-03-01

Mr.. EDITOR Il don't know as boys
ever write for the paper, and | wouldn't,
but want to ask the Judge, if he wont APP
point temperance man to sell the rum
for sick folks. You know we are expect
ing No License to prevail this year, and
mother and feel dreadful anxious about it.
We are so poor, we don't take the papers, but
evenings when father is gone, mother sends
me over 10 Mr.. Trusty's, sometimes to bor-
row his, and then we read good deal, and
the first thing we look for is the temper
ance news, and mother cried for joy, when
she read the account Of the Burlington
Convention. And then in one paper we
read the "Rumseller's Obituary" Oh his
was dreadful death. And every time we
see anything that looks like No License,
we are more thankful than we would be
for roast turkey. Mr.. Editor, two years
ago it was Just so, rum was dreadful plenty,
and father could get rum when mother went
with only one dress, and that she bought
herself and spun for it, and sister Lucy
hadn't shoe 10 her foot-and how many
times I've heard mother pray that God
would dry up the fountains of sin, and Il
always seemed as if she meant the Esq z
rum barrels. Well you don't know how
glad we were when Mrs. Trusty came in
to tell US No License was the vote. Oh
we were so happy, for we thought father
wouldn't be tempted any more, and father
amt bad man when he don't drink We
thought of course, they'd have a good man
TO deal out medicine, and | can't begin to
tell how we felt when father came in ono
evening, and sitting down his bottle, told
US the Judge had appointed the Esq We
didn't dare to say a word, for we can tell
in minute, when fathers been drinking,
but mother turned shocking pale, and pref
ty soon | see the tears stand in her eyes,
Well SO it went on, about week passed
before any more came to our house, but
pretty soon, we didn't see, but father got it
just as plenty as ever. He generally used
to carry jug, and I've watched him, and
he used to set it in the stoop, or pazzi, or
whatever you call it, and not wait around
great while, before it would be carried
away into the back part of the house and
then brought back, luII. And, oh, sir, |
hope you and your children will never
know the sorrow and shame of drunkard's
poor wife and chlden. can bear to &c
llungry-and cold too-but to see how he
uses mother, how can | bear it!-But
shall be man sometime and then we'll see
if he'll beat her so. Well as | was going
to say, we couldn't think for a time how il
happened, that the Jugde should appoint
the very man who had all the while been
making drunkards, to keep the rum, but
one day, Sam Shachet said to me, says he,
Bill how do you think the Esq got into
this Officer says |, 81 don't know -" says
he, Don't you know that some of the Sc
lect men and justices and so on, get drunk,
and they wanted somebody to accommo-
date them" don't know how he dared to
say so,-for they are rich men, and you
know it's generally poor men like Sans ia
ther and mine that get drunk, but then
some of these men have dreadful sick spells
and may be some people might think they
US any, by talking with the Jugde, do sir
and if you lived here, I'd do chores for you
a week, and mother will be so thankful
Do ask him to appoint a temperance man =
for we've got lots of drunkards here besides
father. don't know what paper, now, tic
send it to, wish they'd all print some
thing about it, I'm so afraid it wont get to
the Judge. VIM. SORROWFUL.
Doom South, Feb. 23d. 1910.