The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1854-11-17
P E T R Y.
SPIRIT RAPPINas; Oh, THE Rum.
SELLERS YARN.
lCsn,ainirg more truth than Yoary,l

FROM ruE kosciusco JOURNAL
Osce, upon midnight drcary,wiih my avoca,iOus
weary,
When my neighbors from their labors, had re-
tired To sleep and snore,
was comfortably mapping, when heard n rap
piag, rppny,
Such supernatural rsPPing, as never heard
"aa before,
Just .uisidc my bedroom door.
Fearful and discordan, noises, mingled with un.
e4rthy voices,
Gibbering, screaming and blasphemng, broke
upon my startled ear.
Twas so sudden and surprising, tis a ruth beyond
Disgusting,
That f-lt my nishicap rising with involuntary
Though I kne W no mortal near.
fhen rose and lii my taper peering through the
murky vapor,
Eearing mostly, shadows ghostly, wandering
from the S,ygian shore.
Or, thot I, shouldnt wonder, they are thieves in.
tent on punder;
So seized a loaded bunderbuss, and strobe
across the floor;
And unlocked my tap-room door.
Shade Of Bacchus, what revel every goblin ghost,
From the internal world, internal, seemed TO be
carousing there;
Twas ghostly visitation, from the damned OF
every nation,
And their hoSnd imprecations, rose upon the
burdened air
Like the regions OF despair.
Every cask had been prison, whence n demon
had arisen,
Filthy creatures, taking features palpable 10
touch and s,ght
Shapes Of every foul complexion, here were met
in resurrection
Showing ghasty, by reflection, Of he taper's
hickering light,
In the silence of the night
Quite deprived Of all voliiion, by tha, sudden ap.
So amazing, stood gazing, motionless within
the doOr;
While with many curious an,ic, aad perform
ance necroman,ic,
Round and round, with gesture frantic, gam
bold that internal corps,
Till the room was in a roar.
BY demoa ciew surrounded, was utterly con-
founded,
Nor had ven,ured, as entered, TO address the
sable ,hroug,
While they passed me In rotation, bowins low in
Every ghost, OF every nation, chan,ed Us he
danced along,
And this The burden oil their song:
All hail to the seller Of rum
WHAT monarch 80 potent as bel
From city aud hamlet his worshipers come
From the main, and the isles Of the sea,
WHAT monarch 50 potent as be
AL hail 10 the seller OF run.
Bring, Mammon, the wealth Of thy store,
And burden his Golfers with gold,
Death laughs with delight, that he covets
no more,
That his conscience so cheaply IL sold
Then pile up his Golfers with gold
For death shall inherit his store.
He asks but ephemeral years,
To revel in boisierous mrth,
In return for diseases, famine and tears.
That he scatters abroad DER the earth;
And truly, the bargain j. worth
His price-a few ,o,ous years.
An hail 10 the seller OF rum
Let Us weave him chapet Of yew;
For drunksrds, from many desolate home
He has sent TO our reyelling crew;
Then crown him with cypress and ycw,
And success TO the seller of rum.
Such vas the Internal chorus, while the echoes
rang sonorous,
And tbey crowned me, as they found me stand
ing ike statue there,
Then, with most uncarhly cheering, awful 10 the
sense Of hearing,
beheld them disappearing, with dull anc
vacant stare,
Till they vanished into air.
When found my sense returning, tho the blessed
light OF morning
Shonc 20 plainly, sought yainly, for their foot
prints ON the hooi,
Till came to the conclusion, il was noaghi bu
an iiluslot.
For my mind was in confuson, from " spree,
the day before
That was II and nothing more.
but that "spree" had given me, (no,e you,) ar
attack Of naRia yotu,
And those devils held their revels, ouly In my
burning brain,
But, in spite Of my endeavor, they are there en-
stamped forever.
shall never more, oh never, while those mem
ories remain,
Sleep atr-nqull sleep again!
EssisMsoo, Ma, Aug 9, 1854. N.