The Northern star. [volume] (Warren, R.I.) 1849-1855, 1852-07-03
War WILL rot HAvEi-Br Rev. J

w. ALExANpER, d. D.--After a days
work of calculation and copying, ] was
under the necessity Of waiting an hour IN
the tap-roon Of a tavern, 10 secure the
services Of mailguard; who was TO carry
n parcel for my employers. Amidst the
smoke, the splitting, and the clutter Of q
crown Of idn-haunters, could not but find
some subjects for reflection.
The presiding genius Of the bar was Z
bIoated, whiskered young man.. whom l
had long known as the abandoned son Of
Ever and anon, as one after another, or
squads Of two ar three approached his
shrine to receive and eriipty their glasses.
and deposit their sixpence, ! heard the
shoit peremptoTy formula of the Baccha-
nalian minister-"What will yoG havc"'-
"Brandy, gin, puncha! What will you
have?" And The victims severally
made there bids for a srnasher, a cocktail.
a sling or a julep, as the case might be-
The CONSTANT repetition Of the 'form in that
case made and provided" set mo upon
drowsy meditation on the pregnant ques-
rion-What will you have? "Methinks l
can answer the question: said TO myself.
rs cast a glance around the fi,urkey apart
ments. And first to the young shoemaker
who, with pain Of newly finished boots.
is asking for giog.' What will you have!
Young man, you will soon have an empty
pocket.
There is a trembling ragged man. with
livid spots under the eyes He is ma
chiIe-naker, ,and has lodgings in the hpuse.
What will you have! All! the barkeeper
knows without an answer; he tnkes gin
and water. Poor man also know what
you will have. Alfeady you have been
twice at deaths door, and the gin will not
drive off that chill. You will have typhus
.fever.
The glasses are washed out mot cleaiIsed
in The slop-tub under the bar-shelf Now
fresh heavy comes up; cigar in hahd.-
Gentlemen, what will you haye! supply
the answer foi myself The baker there'
will have an apopiery or asudden fall in
his shop. Tha: tailor in the green-gasses
will have consumption. And ] fear that
the three idlerS in their tain will have tho
next epidemic that shall sweep off our re-
fuse dfunkards.
Sorry indeed AIN | TO see in this place
Mr. Scan,ling, the Cooper. Not TO speak
OF himself, have reason 10 believe that
both his grown sons are beginning to drink.
He looks about him suspiciously. Now
he has plucked up courage. he takes
whiskey. You will have pair Of drnnken
sons.
That young fellow III the green frock
coat and colored netkIoth is a musician, q
nIan Of reading, and the husband Of a love-
iy English woman. He takes his glass
with The air Of Greek drinking benlock!
You will have a heart. broken toife. gs.
What is that lad Of fifteen going TO the
bar! He is and he tosses of his COgniac
with an air. You win have all early death.
The old man that totters out Of the door
has doubtless como bither ~ drown hiS
grief. His last son has died in prison from
the effects Of blawI in n theatre. Wretch
ed old man! you will have the halter cfd
suicide.
must take Ire rest III mass. For is ID
Saturday night, and the throng increases.
The b1r.keeper has an assistant in tho
person of a pale. sorrowful girI. Two.
voices now reitei ate the challenge What
mM you have? Misguided friends! am
greatly afraid you will all have death bed
oithout hope.
My man has arrived. As I walked home
acros the common, thought thus: "And
what will he have, who day after day, md
year after year, doles out the DEVILS bounty
to his reci ui,s :an,I receives his six pences,as
it were, over the coffin Of his victims? YOU
hardened iempter! (if memory live here
atter) will hwve the recollection Of your
triumphs and the vision Of their eternal
results. You will have a terrible Judgment
aud an eternity Of such retrihuti6n as BELTS
your lite."