Litchfield enquirer., 1853-12-29
a THE DRUNKARD,s HosrR.g !

| One hitter, cold morning. st half past
 three o'clock. the drunkard 6 .wifo sal by
 tue few remaining embers oF fire, rocking her pining babe. and occasionally nioists.
 ening her feyeTish lips with | drop of water. gHow cold and silent eserything
 seemed. The child finally slepi. and
 soon the mother fell into dreamy state,
 and dreamt a horrible dream. Presently
 the drunkard husband threw wide the
 door, and staggered into the room. AZ he entered she spsang up from her chair and stood trembling and looking at him
 Mish the expression of n afffiehiedma> piac.. Her distempered fancy had con
 serted his slanabling step into haunting noises her dreAn had fdng in her enrs. As tho man sto8ds pojsine .hisss waving body. without : hat. his eYes bloodslioe md swollen, his fangled hair hanging about his squalid features, he looked as he returned her stare of terror with tho blear unspsculativs eyeo slgunkenness, almost as horrible as the figure she had behed in her sleep. He soon began his abuse in 70 sayage . tone. that the 1n. happy wife sobbed as though her poor heart would have broken. Muffied as were the drunkard's senses by ihe strong poiations he had taken, his ear caught The sounds. and he slowly turned his oblivi- ous. half closed eyes upon the weeping woman. and, with unsteady focus and rough gnttufal voice, poured apon her new viluperation and coarse abuse. .---- E. What the devil are yon (ukl sniYelliag at nov 2 he continued. hiccpping . deads " oath. sAlways whining and moving (uk1 ike asqneaking eat u you arr. e.--
 The idea-+-a man-- comes homsaao be comfortable almost (ukl starving. and finds no supper, no, fire. no nothing but { shiveiling. dsivelling hag of . wife to
 --whine and mew in your ears. Johhsi cried the goaded woman, springing 10 her feet and clasping her hands in agony of mind. John, # you'd
 break my heart. go on little now will do e: go on and end nc at once I I've
 watched. I've waited in this room for hours--coldS hungFy, psss anything you have ever known I've borne neglect, suftcFed waniwilhout complainiagsaho ahongb you nightly drank and rioted away that
 which would have got nc both iiss and food Johns--hsgs tke poor creature's emotion stopped her flee nlierance. md
 with a fallelipg voice she sobheds John.
 dear John, this is the morning of Christ
 mas Day--the day on which Vt were
 married. I have fsls your unkindness
 more this night than I Ievsrdid. Think, 0h, 2 ihink, how happy we ve5e twelve
 months back l Think. John. of ihs re>I spect yoa have since lost. tue substance ysu k&fs sqnandered away. tho sonaforls, sllls happiDsss yoa tase bastsssd ios she Spuis0pous d1ink,n 1.onk bn nlA, lock on youfseIf, your home. zee what all aFs re- dnced io --not by .he hand of God. but by that fatal destr6ying love of drink. lf n66 f6F me- continued the womarl. taking his hand wi.h solemn earnestusss. < f not fOr a1e, Oh for shs sake of that lheltless babe lhat ean't lisp iis iilile Mants, leaye, pray, leave oE dripk.
 eook on iss pale face, ifs plirunk Iimbs. @obn. bs nos ths nufdssessof yonf ownI ehiId. And thsl MnnsanA sa1k weeping on lis shouIder. 4a res
 Don't seFman .me. exclaimed the asnpkerd. wilh . sayage xekenencagand| endeavcfing IS shake her of. Leave aOl
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