Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1850-07-31
ELECT MISCELLANY
WATER-WATER.

Never did Tom Moore or Byron or old
Anaceron himself, or any other wineguzzl-
ing poet, eulogize the juice Of the grape, with
half the fervor, the power, or the poetry
contained in the following rehapsody upon
Water. 1t purpors to be the impromp.u
u.terance of a Methodist preacher, Paul
Denton, who had advertised Camp Meet
ing in Shelby county, Texas, to commence
with barbecue. "Preparations,'' conclud.
ed the advertisement, "are being made to
suit all tastes there will be good barbe-
cue, better liquor, 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 rever-
ence has lied. You promised US not only
a good barbecue, but better liquor. Where
is the liquor ?" We copy the reply:
"There :" answered the missionary, in
tones of thunder, and pointing his notion
less finger at the ma,chless Double Spring,
gushing up in two strong columns, with a
sound like shout of Joy from the bosom
Of the earth. 'There!' he repeated, with
a look terrible as the tightening, while his
enemy actually ,rembled on his feet; 'there
is the liquor, which God, the Eternal brews
for all his children!'
"Not in the simmering still, over smoky
fires, c,oked with poisonous gases and sur
rounded with the stencil of sickening odors
and rank corruptions, doth your Father in
heaven prepare the precious 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
God himself brews it, and down in the deep
est valleys where the fountains murmur, and
the rills sing; and high up on the tall noun
tan-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 wild sea where the hur-
ricane howls music, and the big waves roar
the chorus, sweeping the march of God there.
He btews it, that beverage of life, health
giving water. And everywhere it is a thing
Of beauty-gleaming in the dew drop, sing
ing in the summer rain; shining in the ice
gem, till the trees all seemed turned 10 liv-
ing jewels-spread,ng golden vein over
the setting sun or a white gsuze around the
midnigh. moon sporting in the cataract;
'leeping in the glacier; dancing in the hail
shower; folding its bright snow curtains soft
ly about the winsry world; and weaving the
many colored iris, that seraph's zone of the
sky whose warp is the rain-drop of the earth,
whose woof is the sunbeam Of heaven, all
checkeIed over with the celestial flowers
by the mystic hand of refrac,ion. SIill al
ways it is beautiGul-the blessed life water!
no poison bubbles on IFS brink its form
brings not madness and murder; no blood
stains its liquid glass; pale widows and
starving orphans weep not burning tears in
its depths; no drunkard's shrieking ghost
from the grave, curses it in words Of elern-
al despair! Speak out, my friends would
you exchange it for demons drink alcohol"
A shout, like the rear of tempest an
swered-"No! !"