Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1851-06-27

100 true alas! 1t IS. " S1cc1S Omn1d nam
dura deus pgosuit." Do you doubt it? Why
then, when upon earth, did our Saviour turn :
your boosted water into wine? / thank Hea-
ven for that miracle. To what will not the
world come! l know men who really believe
wine to be a deadly poison. Let me tell them |
that a toper's stomach is stronger than they i'm
agine. We are not killed so easily, t
Fester prometheus = = = = insani leonis :
Vino StomGche dPpoSuiSSe noStro,"
and we can endure another draught.
Nobody thinks nowadays of drinking BRAN
dy-a very few aspire to rum, but most of the
old veterans OF my acquaintance have taken
refuge in wine. "FOrtiter occupa portum " is
their motto. But even here they are not Sc
cure! Quaff which We may ye Potatorsi II
~foresee the time when We will be glad to be
polatOrs of water Cruel Wink your eye here.
What a quiet, delightful, dream-infested City
this was before the broaching of this new doc
trine. Then of a summer afternoon beneath
those huge old oaks and elms outrageous
you might see the Worthy Patriarchs of
the City, with their sons and grandsons, and
may hap great grand sons, forsooth, stretched
on the green grass or sitting at ease on the
smooth pine benches, smoking perchance, or
discussing gingerly and calmly, some piece of
village gossip, whilst ever Ind anon, the an
tique punch bowl-long since departed, passed
cheerfully around the circle. Were not those
good men and true? Ihave a fondness for an
tiquity. These old customs, mellowed as they
seem by time, their sharp corners worn off BY
1 its silent and invisible how-how it goes can
: kering to my heart to see them vanishing ike
e a ghost by candle light. The fashions of the
day, like wine, want age.
Ugh!-this dry cough! Boy bring me a
pitcher and the bottle of -, Lackaday my
pledge!! Holdthere. We tCiH not drink. Mine,
y alas is athirst many waters cannot quench
| will chew a little Cammomile F.! Three
weeks! 1t seems an age. l did not believe
when l signed, that ] should be able to abstain
|, so long. What would / not give for a " BOND
fde" attack of bodily infirmity;" then coult
n l drink with a clear conscienee-but l have
signed the pledge and my word is my bond
. Such has always been my fortune; since | stop
III ped drinking l haze not seen a sick moment. |
K is intolerable. l would not have joined tn
ce society so readily, had l not thought could b.
Id most conveniently i'll at least sir times a dag
et Hush! did | not feel a pain in my bowels?-
us No, 1t is only a %rumbling. Let me be patient
#. tomorrow | may have a glorious cholic. All
| have II. | will watch with my friend L.
= tonight Losing my sleep will give me a 81
perb headache in the morning, and a gin-cocl
tail or so has always been my remedy. = = =
Of The deuce take it. l have watched with m
friend, broad awake all night, drank a glass
3D. cold water at midnight, hoping to induce tt
on cholic-another at sunrise, and confound
feel this morning as if l had been in Paradis
I'LL 1t is too insufferable! The fates are again
. me. Ifear 1 shall neuer see another sick day
"a If / had continued to drink, l warrant me
The should have had the headache daily as usui
lad But now that ! want an excuse for taking Il
the least drop in the world, feel as light as a sws
ain low. Well, some people are born to forum
| was always a luckless dog.
n If detest any thing it is cold water. |
too common. Horace, speaks of a founta
DIS whose waters were better than a glass
for Fons Bundusiae spendior ritro."
re- We have no such springs here-though it
on true a slight dash Of water Every slight in yo
RS. wine of a hot day, is not out of place-a me
trife, it gives it a dewey freshness which =
but why should l dwell on this! l am witho
hope, "my pulse beats like an eight day cloc
eht | despair of the headache and will bethink I
I'm Of some other excuse. i'll could but find
dly apology for one single solitary little glass
,po- would lay up a stock of bodily infrmity"
be a year.
After all, can l deny they are in the right!
I'd Think of the wives. lonely and desolate cf
~ dren starving. the wretched victims of drur
Tue eness, themselves bound in their woven a
the ~strong-linked chains, which it is so hard
the me to break. Think of these! l do not
anne gret-struggle as thou wilt, thou almost
IA vincible habit, that / have disappointed thee
sion l remember now ina men wagged thelr me-
~ as / passed them and said achat they shall ne
' say again truly. No, l am no drunkard,
hand IL frmer IL tremhles NOT as before.
step is lighter, my sleep is sweeter and t
thirst, burning like a fire within me, is less a
nizing-almost defunct, my ~tortures are dy
E. away with the flame, and now 0 God! a.
An look back, ] see, l feel, l know that l was
most twas l not quite?) a drunkard.
YETI one glass. Itwould still my hearts thr
ields bing-only one. l shall desire no more. 1t s
aims, be the last-the farewell glass. 1t is at
alas lips-the liquor has u celestial fragrance
~ can imagine no deeper bliss than such a drau
with inspires-and 1t is at my lips! taste its sp
d by ling foam-once-once only. Shall | dri
itlng One moment to decide. Nc, by Heaven
will not, Again | am a man. Drop by dr.
child pour it out on the ground like water. Graci
ID the God, on my knees | thank thee-I am sat
If his TYRE
noes.
drink I'VE publish the above communication f
It us a high regard for its author, notwithstandir
contains some vagaries we cannot approx
ros We shall be pleased to know that our Fl
# the has been saved " through the influence Of
come Pledge, or any other means. En-.
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