The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1850-07-13
WHOLE No 467
WaIer..Water.

Never did Tom Moore. or Byron, or
old Anacreon himself, or any other wine
Suzzlins poet, eulogize the juice OF the
grape, with half the fervor, the power,
or the poetry contained IN the following
RHAPSODY upon Water. 1t purp"rts TO he
the impromptu utterance of Methodist
preacher, Paul Denton, who had adver,i-
sed a Camp Meeting in Shelby county,
Texas, to commence with a barbecue.
"Preparations," concluded the advertise
ment, care being made 10 suit all tastes;
there will bea good barbecue, better Ii
quor, and the best OF Gospel A vast
concourse were brought together by this
singular announcement, but when the
feast was spread, and blessing implored
by the preacher desperate in the crowd
cried out,-"Mr. Paul Denton, your rev.
erence has lied. You promised US not on
~ good barbecue, but better liquor.
Where is the liquor?" We copy the
reply:
"There ~ answered the missionary, in
tones OF thunder, and pointing his mo-
tionless finger at the matches Double
Spring, gushing up in two strong col.
umns, with sound like shout Of ioy
from the bosom of the earth. There j.
he repeated, With look terrible as the
Lightning, while his enemy actually trem
bled on his feet; 'there is the liquor
which God, the Eternal brews for all bis
children!
'Not IN the simmering still, over smo-
Ky fires, choksd with poisonous gases,
and surrounded with the stencil of sick
ening odors aud rank corrupt,ons, doth
your Father IN heaven prepare the pre-
clous essence OF life-the pure cold water
But in the green glade and grassy dell.
where the red deer wander, and the child
loves to play, there Cod himself brews
it, aud down, low down IN the deepest
valleys where the fountains murmur, and
the rills sing; and high up on the tall
mountain-tops where the naked granite
gltters like gold in the sun, where the
storm-cloud broods and the thunder
storms crash; and away far out in the
wide, wild sea where the hurricane
bowls music, and the big waves roar
the chorus, sweeping the march of God,
there lie brews it, that beverage Of life,
heaIth-givIng water. And every where
It is thing OF beauty-gleaming in the
dew drop; singing in the summer rain;
shining in the ioe-g-n, till the trees a Ii
seemed turned to living jswels-spresd-
ing golden vein over The setting sum-
ora white gauze around the midnight
moon; sporting in the cataract; sleeping
IN the glacier; dancing in he hail show
er; folding its bright snow curtains softly
about the wlntry world; and weaving
the many colored iris that s-raphs zone
Of the sky, whose warp is the rain-drop
the earth, whose wool is the sunbeam
of heaven, all checkered over with ce.
lesial flowers. by the mystic hand of re-
fraction. Still always it Is beautiful
the blessed life water! no poison bubbles
on its brink; its form brings not madness
and MURDER no blood stains its liquid
glass; pale widows and starving orphans
weep not burning tears in It's depths; no
drunkard's shrieking ghost from the
grave. curses it in words OF eternal des-
pair Speak out, my friends. would
you exchange it for demons drink aloo-
hol !"
A shout, like the roar Of a tempest an
swered-Non