Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-04-16

FRIEND BARTLETT The ire we felt on first
reading your communication of last week, has
turned to pity We feel sorry that the man
on whom God has so heavily laid his hand,
who is now far advanced in the evening of his
earthly career, should have taken the course
you have taken. We cannot but deeply re-
gret that man who should be making his
peace with his Maker, and performing noble
deeds for the wise and good to admire and
praise when he is gone to his marrow house, F"
should have pursued the course you have of
late. We have no reference to the foolish
course you have pursued towards us. We
know something of the frailty of poor human
ity. We know it is very natural for man, rth
ins under the dreadful chastsements of vio-
lated conscience, to frame some excuse for his
conduct, however weak and ridiculous. 1t is
also natural for him, when he gets sound
drubbing, to blame somebody for showing
foul play" Friend Bartlett, the principles
you have advocated in your articles on the Ii
IHuOA tldihO, arc OOiLSbe, yuS thC HsUfthtf Vi dO
vocating them, wrong. Indeed, so palpably
wrong were you, in your whole course in the
matter, that few believe you were sincere
We believe you were. But in an evil hour,
you compromised your honor and dignity as
man, and betrayed your friends and your and
the peoples cause. We believe you had a
strong desire 20 do right, but your desire to
please your PARTY was stronger. Why did
you not stand up fearlessly for the people, and
scorn with supreme indignity, the idea of sac
rifcing your sense of duty to the wishes of
the memorable committee that waited on you,
the Sunday previous to our last corporation
elections "Aye, there's the rub"
| When we shall be convinced that we owe
you an apology, Friend Bartlett you shall have
i. in welcome; but until then, you need ex-
psct none. Yours and Mr.. Shrenk's last COM
munications, were both entirely too personal; /;
and had we read them in manuscript, as care
fully as we should have done, neither of them
had found place in our columns.
Whatever may be Mr.. SIS convictions with
respect to the legality Of selling intoxicating
liquors, he well knows, as grocery keeper re-
marked to us a few days since, that the traf-
ic is "mean business s"--that it is wrong to
sell liquor to make men drunk to ruin them
Though the dram seller is now permitted to
deal out death to his fellow men, with impu-
nifty, he is fast approaching his reward
Though he build splendid palaces with his
ill-gotten gain. they shall not be palaces of
peace, but sad remembrancers of blood and
tears. Though he purchase beds of down on
which to repose himself, he shall be a stran-
ger to natures sweet restorer. balmy sleep"
His dreams shall not be dreams of homes he
has made happy, but dreams of squalid power
ty-homes he has destroyed and made desc
late-children shivering in the winds of win
ter, crying and starving for bread of which he
has robbed them-neglected wives in novels
of hopeless wretchedness, pale and ghastly as
the image of death. While the good man
quietly reposes, softly and sweetly bound in
"slumber's chain," has sleep shall be troubled
and broken with frightful dreams of dead men
strewed along highways and by-ways-lying
in alleys and bitches, all the victims of his un-
holy and nefarious traffic. And there is a
dread and awful death bed awaits the liquor
seller. The hand that now puts the cup to
his neighbor's lip" shall soon be still forever.
The immortal spark Of Divinity that now gows
dimly in his breast, shall soon wing its way
to its final account. He shall see no heaven
ly escort to welcome him to home of rest.
He shall see hidious images of those he has
ruined. AS the din and noise of earth shall
die away on his ear, he shall hear no sweet
music of the angelic choir. He shall hear the
piercing shrieks Of those he has sent to the
world of despair. No tears of love or fond
remembrance shall moisten the sod that grows
green DER his grave. Good men shall hold
Jubilee and rejoice when he is gone, and
offer up thanksgiving to God that plague is
stayed.