Smyrna times., 1854-12-27
Poor Tom.


tremulous song to my ear. | arose and looked
through the open easement into the latticed
porch. The geranium, the rosebush, the vine,
and the honeysuckle, spreading out their tender
leaves, Obstructcd the view, but nevertheless
left room for glimpse into pleasant garden
where flowers were smiling. How peaceful - |
After ALL is not this happy world
Toll! Toll!
group of oilers were standing on the cor
ner of the street, when presently there cane
into view slow procession. Reader, will
you, or your father, or your brother, or your
son, ever lead such procession
"Por Tom - said one of the company on the
sidewalk. The speaker was plump and ruddy
with heavy gold tobchan and an embroher
ed cravat daintily tied around his broad neck.
Poor Tom he was a good, clever fellow
When he wasn't drunk. My Sam was out AZ
the house this morning, and went in and took
look at the corpse. He says en- old woman was
standing at the head of the lounge when nr
! lifted up the cuverld from Tom face. She
! looked tearfully solemn, and when Sam LAID
back the coverld she took hold OF his hand and
said, Poor Tom is gone;' and then the tears
came trickling down her face, and she cried as
though she would break her heart. Boys, you
know Tom was mighty good to his servants
when he was SOBER but he was like a very
devil when he was drunk"
A man who was passing by paused on hear
ing these words, anG said to the speaker, Mr.
Jones, | believe he died from the effects of
liquor, did he not! - So I'm told" was the
, reply. "Well, did you sell him the liquor -
f" What if did If hadn't, somebody else
would. And what business is it of mine, if he
chose to go and kill himself with it, I'd like to
r know Z" "ToI will learn that better than |
: can tell you at the last day." calmly responded
, the ntcrIocutor. and went on his way. He
turned the corner, and WAS out of sight and
hearing.
snow" said the first speaker, Mr.. Jones,
, 4" lust listen to that fool. But come in, boys
it's my treat" So in they 60, and the rumscl-
Ter pours out the liquid fire for his admirlng
friends. They turn off their glasses.
Toll! toll!
elf them bells would stop their noise! - said
: the rumseller; | Just wanted to say, never
t killed poor Tom; did |, boysr'
"No," said an old topper who took brandy, i" ii
wasn't you that killed him, Dick, it was your
liQuor he, he, he!" And the crowd would
o have laughed, but at that time, rumble, rumble
e went the wheels Of the hearse right in front o.
4 the pror-shop. How unfortunate They had
put Toms horse in tile shafts OF the hearse tc
draw his master to the grave. But the dumt
S beast had learned by long practice, to stop at a
o post before the groggery door, and when he
h came to the place, in spite of all the drivers
. exertions, he turned aside from the middle Of
the street, and stopped stock-stll at his OLD
stand. An involuntary shudder ran through
e the procession The rioters came to the door
J. and one or two seeing the difficulty, went Il
l. the drivers assistance but the rumsc!ler TURK
= ed behind in his den
. During the brief delay occasoned by The
stubborn animal, a woman's face, evidently rec
Is with weeping, was protruded from a window IL
e a carriage next to the hearse. " Is he here !!
she asked. Is who here, ma am! :" said
Young man, stepping forward. "Why, Mr.
Jones. | mean" "Yes Ma'am, he is insid
here, Halo, JONES'" he proceeded, turnin!
= toward the shop-door, " come out here; there
lady wants TO see YOU" Jones came out re
luctantly. "Was it me you wanted, ma am :
st Are YOU Mr.. Jones! :" "Thats my namt
st NAM "Are you Dick Jones J" a. e.
so ma am, that's what they mostly call me"
% Well, Dick Jones, I've heard OF you man
a time, but never have seen you before to kno
nc YOU, sir. But now | know you. Yes, kno
gs YOU now. I'll not forget your face, neither
rk that nose and chin, and those eyes. think
nal can recollect them till the judgmen-day, sr.-
L. You'll have to answer for this. Dick JOne
, that YOU will" and uttering n fearful screa
iu' she wrung her hands IN agony, and fell ba(
OF upon the carriage-seat. burst OF sympathet
led grief arose from the followers OF the hears
md even the hearsc-driver wiped his eyes.
lanes was much relieved when the proce
ldn sim started on again; the rolling of the ca
to- riages and the measured tread OF the footm
ra- passed by, aud the street was once more sllei
non WELL" said he in solioquizing way, 81 a
.of right sorry for Tom, but his was en- uncomm
case; one ct a thousand"
G, Ill IT,. llarx iiaf IN
csc to kill one! "One OF a thousand" You Dug
= to have said, {" One Of thirty Thousand; Tor
inn is only some thirty thousand that die from INTO
- cation every year in our happy country. OI
ue- some eighty to eighty-hve such funerals eve
up dav, Sabbaths included! AS TO weeping faith
so and mothers, brothers and sisters, halt-starN
face and degraded children, and beggared and b
ken-hearted wives, I'll leave you to count tn
for yourself
bap- A bystander remarked, "I'm told his b.
pon turned very black before they got him into
fled coffin" All, yes, his body Is shut up II
hare drunkard's coffin, and is gong to drunKa'
grave At the last trump, 1t shall awake
yet shame and everlasting contempt. But his
ldst, where is that nsw! Rumseller, where is
WED say! where is your victims soul! and wi
hans is it to be forever and ever!
/. If Toll! toll! :,
- uAnd does Jones still GO unhung!
lrt of hung ne goes at i"i n -. ,ra,or,s
upon traihc; tne strong aI' " al IL, nd ,r,,a
T soil IN It, "how lo"s, v Ao'"' Ill ~
uals. thou not Juuee Snu ~ sIds mo-, tho 90
where kattie, rat'ie' 70 '"I -, \,
eoaiv and the rumseler goes ON in his brisk trad
r;s,o. You meet him daily III the streets.-Tem
trent Gace Pdper.
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