The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1851-04-19

han ordinary attention. We nre always happy
when we can obIiye the ladies' and never reject
a communication FROM the "hands Of the fair"
if we can helpi:,
Fof the Free Trader
Intemperan,e, The demon who is stalking
through the land revelling in the dilapiinted
halls Of once happy homes glutting his insa'ate
appetite on the wreck, of ruined hopes, starving
babes, and wretchcd mothers. Young man. Jv,
ware Of the decetfal suise of the insiduous mon,
ster Though he spreads for you the cosby ban
quet; aud wreath. the tes,al bowl quafi not tine
fatal drought 1t is but tiJwery path leading
to death. Lu.l not yourself with the vain belief
there Is no danger; that a slas. how and then
vii! do no harm This once YOU will drink, and
then you will drink no more This once, has ~.
med many youth; cut down many flower
wihered many bud Of promise; sent many tu
drunkarIS grave, "unwept, uuhOnurcd AMI tn.
sung "LooA not upon the vine when il is red =
Beneath those sparkling contents lies serpent
concealed amid the brightness. QuaT the IN.
chanted goblet, and lie will plant his yeuuncus
tangS deep in your heart; lure YOU on step by
step, Ill YOU are fairly drawn into the fearful yor
tex OF dissipation Where then il your boa.ted
greatness, YOUR high hopes your dreams oiAsp.
pness Fled forever, With your own hand
cast from you What Is Your rccompen,e Tor
this A few paltry hours o! unnatural happiness
ani remorse, deep, life lasting remurse, which
"blteth like serpent and siIngeih like an adder
Would yc become an oujca,t from society; mn
alien from the hearts and home, Of those We love
close then your ears to the voice ofwaIning heed
not the whlsperings otconsCcnce shut your eyes
to the prcclpice Oh the brink Of which YOU stand
and dr!nh-aye, drink to madness, misery aud
and DEATH
Go with me in spirit TO tha, huge gloomy bull
ding. Enter that narrow cell. dirk cLe,rle.s
save single sunbeam struggling through the IRA.
ted window falling with faint, htful glow On the
bowed form and mandclrd hands ofthe miserable
occupant. But four and twenty summers have
passed since his birth; vet his Jlue eve is dim and
sunkcn, and his dark hair is threaded with silver
What heavy hand Is on him why stoops hi, form
Is with the weight Of years what ban has stam.
ped that brow with premature decay Guilt +,
Ills assa!vn hand is STEPPED in blood : mur.
derers doom Is his, and at the mori"ws dawn
he must expIltc the violation Of the law by an il.
nominious death List the pouierous door o.
pens; an aged couple enter 4 sire, with silver
haT aud face repetc with agony, guzes on the
iaUen prop 81 his age, a mother, true to her
womah's nature, throws her arms about her child,
and presses that guilty head to the fond breast
that had piluwcd II III gD,ilress innocence. And
hot tears forced from the tortured heat, gave vent
tn her fearful emotjons. Ask that surrowing
mother what has wrought this misery. Let her
quivcring voice sink deep into Your heart n, she
replies, "lntcmpcrlucel intempcyauce has robbed
me of my son my only onc ' Ask the wretch
ed son himself rs he sits covering there at the
ruin he has made, what brought him here. tie
will reply, "lhe fatal wine cup first lurcd me with
It's dcccltiul glow, till drank longani icap In.
temperance shattered my nerves; stepped nay
sense ofrght aud wrong in oblivion fired NY
brain and urrycd my arm nrr the fatal deed -
Oh let the face Of that old man. eloquent IN i's
mute, hopeless despair - he gaZrs on lis son, be
stamped on yuur memory; then ask
yourself shall my cHl be like thisi
Enter that wrrtchrd Lone. On low bed lies
the emaclatnd form of once beautiful womnu
WOE, aud wretCheGness has marked her Young
brow with premature decay. -Four halfclaG, urn.
sro babes are crying for the breast the dying
mother can no longer puvilc. Ask the lonely
sufferer the cause of this destiiu'iua. Her dark
eye glStens, and her voice sweet md musical
rings forth like the notes ofuu accusing angel, rs
She replies, "The fc.tal fowl; the social glass
deepening to midnight polaliuns, til m,cmptr.
lnce settled like II funeral pail Ger my happy
home with demonac power won from me my
husbands affections, aHi wi,hcfcd with ruthless
hand his noble talents rendering these poor
babes worse than mthCrloss thcf sole inherit.
,nec beggary aud disgrace. See the husband,
he father comes staggering home to hls Sretched
children and his dying wife, l. It possible those
vacant, blood shat eyes could over have beamsd
with the fire Of intelligence the tongue now
nuttcring fragments ola Bocshanatiun song could
layo mayed thousands with it, varied clouucUcr
! outh, shall your cn,jtsc DO like his, Brother,
lave YOU sister acontle loving being, whose in.
locent lips have pressed thine IN the iialernai
iiss; who was piliowcd on the same fond breast
md shared the same enduring affection as thysu.i.
'aall She watch thy downward career weep Ger
by bloatcd form; follow thee to u drunkards
rave Young husband, shallihy trusting bride.
he who hath left the home, of ,hosc who loved
'er, TO gladden. thy heart, leaning on thy sole
nm for protection truNtiug IN thy vow To love
nd cherish her making "lhy people her people,
by God her God in her deep love for thee
hall she have cause To regret the vow that lornd
hee to her the hour she gave her young heart
o thee in all its purity, Son. .hall thy mother,
he who gave thee birth watched thee Ia lhy era.
lie dreams, picturing bright hopes for the future,
hall thy father, WHO watched thy growing years,
hared in Thy youthful sports, and fOudly dreamed
II you Rs the snppor, Of his declining years shall I
hy parents Mosrn their b,iahtrd hope.