Lynchburg Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1829-185?, 1850-07-01
MISCELLANEOUS.
FROM "TIlE LIBERAL, An uN-
PUBLISHED DRAMA.

ScENt- a Grog- Shop-1Yme 10 o'ci,ck al night =
PrRsoNs- The Keeper Customers ioo,ging or d,iak
ing Il pale and sich'y 'con,an poorly clad standing
hg he door
Keeper. II in becomes one of yoursw
To raise such elamhr in public place.
I'm not your husband, kocpcr-Why disturb
THIS social meeting by your vain comrlanls!
Thou wen gon,l,-rrythce. in thy homo;
There is thy seheic, Thy hue ones will need
mllhei's care. Come. hase-we II, cd thee not.
Uonlda. Home L'tle on,s that need muthc,-
cue
Ave. and there was a time. when | could say
With all Womau's pride. had home;
Aud when my children had father. ioo,
And then they called me gentle I'hrn that homo
Was bright and beautiful aud full of jny-
Comfort and luxury and sweet content
Were cons'an gnrs and his approving smile,
10 whom IN nnsnspccling youth gave,
The pure affection OF n virgin heart,
Shed It's rlad light around, and was hl,s
Whore IS thai father now aud where that home
Why need ask him who has seen ,obb'd.
Him who has robb'd me of my earthly all
You that fatal habit as it stoo
With serpenls stealth, upon strong mans stIcng h.
Won fed II. and it grew hy your tatess
Until II sunk thr mnn ut spo less name
lo he the poor degraded slave Of vice.
You saw ihe charge, and yet ynu ftnn'd the nim>
That should consume the victim.
hctpd. Woman You ravo-l never robh'd nar
stole
Mine is m honest business and | s II
That which Vas lawlu-a an honest price
by This live-and shall sfp my own
To make my neighbour house moio comfortable
Bul Why thu lnecr hatk--,he Autumn wind
|, mourning lhro' the tecs--lho hour is alu
'rls idle thus 10 slav-l pray thee henc'
Uonan. Ave 1t Is late the night Is dark and cold,
Bot t. the plaom that rc,grs within his breast
Ills bright and sunny 7ummet's mon.
Fear nut | will n.t curse thee. tn cur all
Has gono 10 swell the measure of thy wealth.
would not strip thy children Of thread
OF the itch lobes that deck hem IN theu pide.
Atho' II were 10 wrap my sayerine babes
And still their wa,llng means. No. mol lor these.
Not ior myself plead. II, for him
Him who tfgels himself -frgets his home
Forges his honor and his peace oi MUD
In the dtnaons Of that deadly cup.
Which thu last mingled
Keeper. viii no longer hear thy hmwlng tongue
Toaan But thou shalt hear thou tUlli kcr in
For will spnb-tho privilege efdesralr-
Oh have pleaded with hfeaklng heart,
That ,hou woud's spare my hnsl,,nd. Twas IN vain -
Ruin has done its work. The Frmp'cI's snare
Betrayed It's hapcss victim. And for g.d.
The ptde ui manhood- all of liie's bosl hopes
Have here been barlctod. Keep the plicc of blood
Aud hoard IL a3 'hou wilt.
The iime viii como
When il shall weigh thee down with mountain weight
When ihou would'sl GLADLY give The world itself
To drown tho momory-thai ne'er will die
Ofhrokon hearts. and blighed, ruined hopes,
And tears of anguish which ,hystlf hast wrung
From chdlfss mothers and from nidnw'd wiycs.
When llc-wh3 hcods the very ravens cry,
VIII srutn thee from those pure aud holy co1uc.
Where Dfunkmds and their 1tmpt1s may not come.
As thon dos hear who pleads with lhtc ~ vain
Erii Wonlnl.
Keepo Thank Heaven she's gone. do no, like
Those Wild Fanatics preach against rade
Which Liberal men call honest