Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1852-08-11
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The following brief and imperfect sketch yo
l. respectfully inscribed to the Jonesborough to,
Division, No. col, Sons Of Temperance, in TT
Camden County, N. C.. as a slight token OF te
that confidence and respect with which they m
are already regarded. as we'll as 10 encour- 81
age them 10 still deeper diligence in the nj
steady prosecution Of the glorious work IN b,
which they are engaged: 1T
WHAT HAVE THEY DONEi Il
BY LoRA. u
What a fuss the Sons Of Temperance are l
making in this n~eighborhood, said Bella I
Gordon 10 her Aunt, Mrs. Laburn, one bright J
spring morning as they sat together buslly :.
engaged with their sewing. I
Fuss what kind of a fuss, Bell? +
Oh, there is so much talk about them,
and the great amount Of good they are doing
But those are only the comments made
by other people, the Sons themselves are
quiet enough, / believe.
cannot for the life Of me perceive TINS
great change that is attributed to them:
Because YOU are neither in the habit OF
attending courts, sales, elections, and such
ike gatherings, where drinking IS most ex-
sively practiced, or Of noting the changes
been benefited tTf55utgAff t aFlff pTacTr n1gl ~
you, Aunt
Yes, several
Still l cannot help thinking they have OBJ
tanned credit for more than they deserve.
Perhaps | may convince you to the c.
trary. but not now, there j. - 80 oo"' "l'
a.. entrance OF vlslters broke on the CONVEX
satiou.
Do you remember your last visit to Tom
Rawson's, Bell asked her Aunt, IA they left
the house in the afternoon Of the same day
for their accustomed walk
Remember it Ishall never forgetit while
live. 1t was about six weeks ago, and l
thought then fl were an artist and called
upon to produce my most successful picture
Of A drunkard's home | would attempt to
COPY that place. Oh how haggard, and
wan. and utterly tired of life his poor wife
looked to be, as though she had borne up
and hoped on until its last feeble spark had
gone out, leaving the spirits home as DESC
late rs her temporal abode. And indeed
her words confirmed the impression, for you
know she said to us she really felt as if she
could do nothing more that all the energy
of her character had departed. and she had
lost the power to anticipate aught but mise
~, whist awaiting powerless and hopeless
for whatever event might next transpire.-
Then those two poor, ragged, halffamisheC
children how different they would have
looked if the natural expression Of health
full. happy childhood had cleaned out upol
their pale sad facesl And even the guileles
babe, amid the filthy rags Of its cradle, wa
widely unlike infancy in sober happy homes
And how they all dreaded his coming home
~ well they might, with that ugly hit
brown Jug in his hand. And do you remen
Der too, Aunt, how much haste the little DO
and girl made to pick up their chips in Ii
yard, so as to get out of his way when the
saw him coming But he seized the be
and shook JhSiplso dreasedffqlllyy, With such ~
" upon sIasN stone, and oh fhow Il
blood streamed from his temple, as he 6
up. / wonder how he is, for | never cou
have the heart to go back and enquire.
He is entirely recovered now.
] remember your relating the circumsta
90 there, have a physician.c called ifnecqs8ar
and attend to them for the night. Ha
you been there since, Aunt 2
Yes, several times; but we are at the do
now and will stop a while. There is no 1
cessity for knocking, as I know him to
from home and she gently opened it a
walked in.
Mrs. Rawson was standing beside a Gle
white table, covered with various artic
needed for the compounding ofsome delics
dish which she was preparing for their exc
ing meal. Her hair was smoothly part
uoca q brow where no sign ofsorrow or d
content now fingered, and the sleeves
her new gown were carefully tucked ba'
that they might not impede her occupati
or become soiled by coming in contact w
the ingredients before her. BY a chest
the corner stood her little girl, carefully St
ting out and laying away their respect
garments from a heap Of freshly iron
clothes which lay upon it, whilst the boy v
preparing the fire so as to be in readin
for his mother. Astill happier smile tb
the quiet one she wore, lit up Mrs. Rawso
face as she babe them enter and be seat
The room, though still plainly, nay, ev
meanly furnished, had undergone a rem
kable change. A bright patchwork gu
one of the relics, Mrs. Rawson said, Of |
girlish days, which she could nAVer bear
soc abused, nov lay in the glory of its pr
tine treshnSss bees 49, - Title e
Re it lay
eEaakA We iRasMe 50 swe
~ At lie pv~,, 1cAlntasnly vffiIIlnGA
go e., nj dreamso The /
place, carefully bru,hesaf 4. "; e.,
neat but coarse rev suit, and vi Y ~ OH
ovo.. ''aI he could ask such
9sc'ton' wished to know if mother Mon