Windham County Democrat. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1836-1853, 1852-02-18
Correspondence Of the Lily.

MY DEAN lIRs. BLooMER Your Lily for
Jan. is lust received. 1 have been looking for it
rather impoticnHy for a week but perhaps this
distressinel, cold weather has kept it from bios
somnr at nm earlier day. j don't care fig, if L
never get any bad news but good news is al
ways welcome, something for which we are al
ways wishing and looking, and wondering why in
the world it don't come along without waiting for
a special invitation. The man who never wanted
70 get any more good news was last seen in a
whiskey vat, muttering something about natur-
al instincts and congenial clements and the bles-
sedness of being permitted to do as he pleased in
a spiritual world of his own.
Much obliged to you for not obliging me TO wear
n sober face when in the presence of your read
ers. There altogether too many sober faces
in the world for the worlds good or rather for
the good gifts inhabitants. Ifpeople would laugh
more and groan less the mountain of misery
which is piled up in everybody's bosom, would
soon dwindle to an ant hill, and they would be al
together better, wiser and happier than they now
are. Why, some folks are never happy only
when they are perfectly miserable; and can bring
everybody about them in the same predcament
If they could only have their own way about the
matter, they would envelope us all in a mantle Of
perpetual gloom, and let US listen to no music, but
the solemn toling of mufled bells. However, let
them seek for happiness in their own way. Owls
have just as good a right to boot when surroun-
ded by midnight and darkness and gloom, as live
lier birds have TO sing when the sun rises. Com
mend me TO your true philosophers wha are ever
seeking to equalze the lights and shadows of hui
man life, to lessen its sorrows, and increase its
joys.
Your Carson League paper, mailing from Sy-
racuse, seems to be doing a world of good. Its
Editor must be real live man, possessing heart
of the largest kind; but guess our Temperance
Banner, edited by Mr.. Addison, aud published in
Cleveland, is about an even match for it. If
hundred such papers could be sustained, where
one is now, society might be completely revolu-
tonized in five years and dram shops, or glo-
~ holes" as Mrs. &. used 10 call them " be num-
bered with the things that were" A large amount
of the vice and wretchedness beneath which the
world now groans, would cease, with its causes, d
thousands of human hearts be saved from blight
more whitening than the curse of Cain. If peo-
pie generally were as Jealous in propagaing their
temperance, as they are their religious principles,
they would soon learn by observation and exper-
fence, that this innate depravity about which we
hear much preaching, is more habitual than
natural, is oftener found connected with causes
which can be controlled, than found growing spon-
taneousy in the human heart. Everybody knows
tldJ llh6 I'LL VICES,
developed. 1t never instantaneousy entwineS
its victim in its loathsome folds. The first glass
of liquor of which a man drinks with relish, OBJ
literates the seal to his title deed of freedom A
subtle appetite, one of Satan'S most efficient ennis
saries, has already begun to undermine his moral
feelings and unless he is surrounded by counter
acting influences which are strong enough to save
him, it will gradually sutify him of the noble at
tributes of manhood, and assmilate his nature to
that of beast. He knows that drunkards
grave is dug for him by the side of the road to
ruin yet, having parted with his moral courage
when commencing his career he sees no chance
for retreat, and rushes madly and blindly onward
to bury his agony and shame within IL. A cold
shudder creeps over me whenever see a man
raise glass of intoxicating liquor to his lips. He
sees not the sepent that lies coed within it. He
hears not the hoarse laughter of fends rejoicing
over another fallen fpirt. He feels not the Bit
ter and undying remorse which must eventually
be produced by the reproaches of an awakening
conscience and knows not that he is preparing
to sacrifice his manhood upon the loathsome altar
Of intemperance. Did he hear, see and feel these
things he would curse the glass, and dash it into
atoms before raising it to his lips. Believe me
thine. HARRIET n. ToRREY.