The Delaware herald., 1854-05-17
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From the Public Ledger.l
Scene in a Bar Room,

(Enter three disciples of Bacchus.) How
are you, Mr.. Landlord! We've come to take
drop, and help on your trade Hand over
your best We're up for it tonight. A real
blow out we are determined on having.
Landlord-(Half mad and halt pleased y
You're up for it, and | am on for it. Paw
d0Un your old scores first. I've trusted YOU
long enough.
whats the matter, Mr.. Landlord? You
seem little grouty tonight You amt agoing
to be uncivil to old customers We're dry as
fishes, and must have a glass right off,"
you'll be dry good while before you get
anything, unless you pay your dues"
Oh come, trust us this time, and we'Il square
up in few days. Don't be stingy to old
friends.
mot the first drop, I tell you. It's the old
story square up in few days. You are set
of losfing vagabonds, eating and DIR mixing, but
never paying. How am to pay my rent and
support my family at this rate!"
"We'll saw wood for you tomorrow, or do
anything you say, if you'll give us a glass;
We must have It,"
81 tell you not drop Don't know what
your promises are worth How many hundred
lies have you told me! There's no dependence
on what you say. drunkard's promise don't
go far with me. know You of old. You are
the pests of society--drunken loafers, idling
your time, and cheating your neighbors"
"Stop that, you scoundrel of a rumseller, OF
we'll break every bone in your body, and beat
you to jelly. If we are poor and degraded
you and others ike you have made us So
When we had money you invited us to visit
you often--you urged us to drink, and when VIC
told you we had got enough, you insisted we
should take one more glass, You've got oul
money, and now you kick us about as if we
were dogs
There's the door-leave my house or vii
send for an officer. You are blackguard, loaf:
ing set, and want nothing. to do with you.--
You are curse to your families, and dis.
grace to humanity" s.'
"a curse to our families! And what arc
you A pest to the neighborhood, scattering
misery and poverty on every side. Where die
| Tom Jenkins get the rum that fired his brain
and made him the murderer Of his wife Here
And Bill Simpson went from this bar-roos
drunk, and set fire to his fathers barn. AM
poor Jim Dobson fell drunk in a siiow.bank and
froze TO death, from the rum you gave him. =
You, rum-seller, lecturing usl Aswellmipb
Satan rebuke sin. Come, Harry and John, le
us 60 and leave this miserable wretch to hi
own musings We've given him something /,
! think about. Good by, you stingy, grouty, wick
ed old scoundrel. Wen pay you for this, I,
! your sorrow. Remember that"
At this point, the three inebriates lef,. Al
they walked slowly, and sadly along, one o
the number said, "What fools we are IL
! just as the temperance men says when ou
money is gone, we are kicked out of doors -
This rum-drinking is a horrid business; Just Sc
what it has brought us all to. Pennyless, home
less, friendless, despised, forsaken and outcast
tell you, lam done with il forever. With sb
help of Heaven will break these fetters:
: will forsake my cups; I will once moro be
!, freeman" sWe'll join you Harry" responle
{ the other two. .We've seen enough to-nigh
} to convince as that rumsellers' friendship last
} just as long as the money holds out. 3 Ate
} that's gone, they would let us die in the quite
] and not care strfw' 81 Tsi .49 slag
+ SNOW for the Maine Law, to keep Temptation
out Of our way. Have that we must II i
3 indispensable for the protection and safety 0