The Belmont chronicle, and farmers, mechanics and manufacturers advocate. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1848-1855, 1853-05-27
"The Senator's Son, or the Maine Law last
refuge" by Meta Victoria Fuller; Cleve-
land, Ohio; Tooker g. Gatchel-l2 mo, PIP.

The publishers have favored us with a cop
Of the above work. The design of the worl
is to enforce the vital importance of enactin,
prohibtory liquor laws, as the only cure 70
drunkenness, and the nalhope Of the wretch
ed inebriate. In order the more forcibly tc
present her arguments, the authoress take.
the case of high born youth whose besettnl
sin is love for wine, and traces him in his
downward career-shows where wine makes
him cause mothers death--makes him break
a vow made to that mother on her dying bed
makes doting sister marry man she loath-
ed to save him from prison-embtters the
whole life of loving wife by his excesses-
disfgures his child while in drunken fit
and finally dies the drunkard's death with
that most horrible Of all diseases, the delirium
tremens. We copy the following detail of
his horrible end. His sister whose whole
life he had embittered seeks him out, finds
him in tavern in western village, and re-
quests the landlord to conduct her to his
room:-
ale would not recognize you, Madam, if
you should 60 to him, and at present he is so
raving that it might be unpleasant for you
You seem too delicate to endure much. Az
ter nights rest yon will have more nerve"
81 know what is the matter with him. she
continued with slight shiver-"do mott"
He bowed silent reply in answer to those
melancholy eyes.
"Has he been sick long! is there any hope
Of his getting wel!"
"But little, am afraid. He was brought
here this afternoon by some benevolent gen.
tlemen, who promised to see to the necessary
expenses. do not care for that; but he will
disturb my guests some, | apprehend. How
ever, am glad he is here. We will do all
for him that can be DONE"
"Thank you-thank you You will be re-
paid here and hereafter. must go to him."
rising from her chair "perhaps can soothe
him, or recall him from his delirium by the
sound of my voice."
"Indeed. Madam, Mrs. Clyde, you have no
idea-it will be too trying. 1t is enough to
make my blood run cold, and fancy that
have pretty strong"
A shrill scream, rising from distant room,
interrupted him. Alice sprang into the hall;
before that shrek Of agony had died in pro-
longed echoes through the house, she stood
at the door of the chamber from which it e.
manated. Opening it she passed in. Her
brother, at that moment, was lying quiet upon
the bed, as if exhausted by the passion of NOR
tai terror which had given rise to that loud
cry. 1t was only a moment that his disease
would allow him rest. Turning his eyes to
the door at the slight noise made by closing
it,-they dilated with icy and staring horror,
his teeth chattered, the hair rose bristing
upon his head; pointing his finger at Alice,
he spoke
at has come back! oh, my God! ithas come
backm
So shiverng was the sound, so dreadful the
look, that the intruder dropped fainling into
a chair. Three or four gentlemen were in
attendance; one of them, DR.. Browning, ad-
vanced to her side.
II heavens name, Madam, what are you
doing here!''
"He is my brother" sobbed she, recover
ing herself with difficulty. "Ipromised never
to forsake him.''
"You can be of no service to him here, dear
lady; you had better retire; few hours will
close his sufferings."
"And he will die in such a state!"-she
buried her face in her hands-"oh, mother,
intercede with Christ for him"
The Doctor lifted her gently from her seat
and carried her into the hall.
"Should he have lucid interval will GER
tainly call you; but cannot permit you to
remain here" he said, and returning, he bolt
ed the door.
"Doctor" whispered his patient.
"What IS it, my dear Sir" he asked, as he
approached the bed.
"Do mad dogs al,oays foam at the mouth so,
just before they spring!" he pointed to chair
which stood in corner.
The physician looked around involuntarily,
as if he expected to behold the dreaded ami
NAL upon which that fixed and fascinating
gaze was riveted.
There is no dog there" he said decidedly
recovering himself
ayes there is, there-yes! hear him snarl
and snap-now!--here he comes-keep him
off, Doctor keep him off,"
He struggled with the bed clothes desper-
ately. until his strength was once more gone.
"Why didn't you turn him out!'' he queried
in faint voice; "or at least let me have my
pstols--I could have finished him with one of
them, without getting half eaten up in this
manner. Look at my arm! there isn't an
ounce OF flesh left on it--but strangled him
the cursed curl strangled him. He's
dead--he's dead--he's dead!"
Suddenly his rowing eyes were arrested
and fixed upon the wall with a look of such
inconcevable fear and despair that every one
in the room turned theirs in the same drec-
ton; they beheld only the blank white wall,
but what shape of horror he beheld, their
frightened fancy dared not devise 1t was e.
nough reflected in his countenance-rage con-
tending with an agony oe terror.
at was Satan's dog that strangled," he
shrieked. "He's here to threaten me about
it. He'll and all the furies! what do you stand
there grinning for!"
He seized candle-stick which CHANGED to
be on stand at the head of the bed, and hurl-