The organ of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, O. [Ohio]) 1852-1853, 1852-03-26

The following incidents are ven hutheh-
ticated, and furnish food for reflection. We
place them in our editorial columns, for
the purpose Of securing the attention Of our
readers. This history Of facts is not remark
albeit Is a chapter in every day life and
this is the reason why the public mind is
not more excited If BY any means the
managers Of rail road were to thus delib-
erately and knowingly and maliciously
run train Of cars over our citizens, day
after day, the Maine law would be applied
very speedily to theiE usefiR Highway Ii
quor sellers can pursue a neferious trade,
Chat is curse even to themselves,) and
brutally and inhumanly rob and kill those
who can be enticed into their vile dens, yet
when we begin to talk about seizing and
destroying the instruments Of death, we are
gravely told that such a course is unconsti-
tutional. How long win the people Of Ohio
be delayed in the execution Of their right
eous work, by these clamorsH
tFrOm the Buffalo Christian Adysrtiser.)
Aman named Brown was found on the Sd
inst, frozen to death, in the field near Hills
distillery, about two miles and half from
Buffalo, on the Aurora road. He had been
missing about three weeks. For some time
previous to this, he had been raving in all
the horrors of delirium tremens. Brown
was born in Vermont, was twenty eight
years Of age, a good workman, and when
sober, kind husband. In July last his
little child was crushed to death under the
wheels of a wagon. The wretched father
betook himself to his cups to drown sorrow.
He was surrounded by rum -taverns his APP
petite increased he was met by temp
tation at every turn, until he became the
loathsome drunkard, and his once happy
home an earthly hell At length reason is
dethroned, and he raves, pursued and tor
mented by thousand furies. His cries and
shrieks are heard over the ncighborhood, as
he fees from tormentiug demons, through
streets, fields and woods. At intervals his
reason returns, and he tells his wife he has
nearly ruined himself, is on the precipice
of destruction, and would be glad to be
saved. Alas, he had gone to far He was
already in the fatal circles Of the maelstrom,
crying in vain for help On Sunday, Jan.
llth, late at night, the neighborhood was
alarmed with cries Of murder !" and Brown
is seen running along the plank road in the
direction of the distillery, 1t was a night
Of fearful coldness. Brown was a strong
man, but nature could hold out no longer.
He had arrived within few rods Of his ap-
parent destination, when he sank down,
and his wailings were hushed in death.
"The last wild shrek Of agony is DER,
And cold In death he sleeps, TO wake no more"
The rumsellers are now very kind and lib
eral. A meeting is called in one oftheir bar
rooms to see what shall be done. They
subscribe fifty cents apiece to bury their
victim, and one of them volunteers with his
sleigh and horses to carry their handiwork
to the grave, and bury their dead out of
their sight Let us look over the dark cat
alogue of the doings of the rumsellers in
this single case-only one among the thous-
ands that are occurring among us every
year. l. They have taken Browns money,
and made him and his family worse than
beggars--i. e., they not only left them des.
titute, but placed them beyond the reach of
charity. g. They have transformed happy
home into an earthly hell. g. They have
changed the noble, generous man, the low
ing husband and the tender father, into the
loathsome wretch, and sent him home the
terror of the wife he few months ago loved
and cherished. 4. All this Is not enough
they pursue him to the death-they rest
not tiil the poor man is driven into eternity.
But" the rumseller replies, al did not
kill Brown he procured the liquor that
brought him to his end at some other estab-
lishment." What matters it Does it affect
your character that you did not pour the
last glass You had perhaps poured hun.
dreds for him previous to this, and helped
him far on the road to ruin and the fact
that your brother in the work Of death
poured the last glass was merely accidental.
A dozen murderers stand over their victim
plying their daggers, and is your character
less black, because the dagger of your more
fortunate brother reached the heart and
drank the life drop2 "But," returns the
rumseller, "Brown never took glass at my
bar" What of that 7 If you could make
out that you did nothing towards the muir.
der Of Brown, you are plying the work OF
death in other directions You well know
you are robbing families, Transforming no
Bile men into brutes, and sending them reel
ing from your bar-rooms to the poor-housei
the prison and the gsllows,-tO poverty, to
wretchedness and death. But" again re-
plies the rumseller, 'I never sell to man
who gets drunk" Admit it, and the mat
ter stands about like this You operate
upon the sober, intelligent, better part oi
community you fasten upon them an ap'
petite which they cannot resist you bring
them to your brother of the lower grogger.
les to hurl over. Your internal business
stamps you as the author of every crime
from theft to murder, and your character
is not less black in the sight of God and
Justice, because you drive the work of death
according to law. Why does not such 8
tragedy as that of Brown awake every man
to actionH Why do we not arise uaitedLy
and demand from our Legislature law thai
will efectually arrest the work Of destruc
ton and death? Why do not common sen
timent and common law treat the rumsellel
the author Of all crime--as an ordinary
culpritf Why do we punish for theft anc
murder, and at the same time license meI
to manufacture thieves and murderers
A Lie well Circulated.
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