The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1854-10-04

Gel had ElFen-healths sttshslhs hAP-
pineSs, al g9ne-lll Bat ihe love 81
is ill-used and neglected wife that
had never died And remember.
she said 10 me. there are hsndfeds.
thos sands Of cases 40 sd as his IN
England. in the Christians land we live
in Strong drink Ellis oer jzils and
hospitals with sin. with crime, with
disease, with death ifs mission is sin
and sorrow 10 man. woman. and child;
under the CLOAK Of good fellowship IL
draws men together. and the good
fellowship poisans heart and mind.
Men become mad under lis influence.
Would any man not mad. squander
his money. his character, and bring
himself and all he is bound To cherish
TO the verge az the pauper's grave; nay.
infoits OF fye families in this wretch
ed house, the mothers Of three, and the
fathers Of four. never 20 90 their rag
ged beds saber; yet they tell me good
men, wise men, great men, refuse 10
promote temperance. Oh, they have
never seen how the half-pint grows 70
the pint--the pint to the quart-the
quart to the gallon They have never
watched for The drunkard's return. OF
experienced his neglect ar ill-usage--
never had the last penny for their chill.
dren's bread turned into spirits--never
woke TO the knowledge, that Though
the snow of December be foot ca the
ground, there is neither fnnd nor ERE
10 strengthen for the days toll.
Poor Emma. she spuke like one
inspired; and though her spirit was
sustained neither by flesh nor blood
she seemed to find relief in words.
"When ! spoke to her OF the future
with hope, she would not listen. No,
She said. my hope for him aud for my
self is beyond the grave. He cannot
rally those fierce drinkshave branded
his ,itals, burnt into them. Life !,
not for either Of Us. wish his fate
and mine, could warn those around as
but the drunkard day after day see
the trunkard laid in his grave. and be
fore the last earth is thrown upon III,
coffin. the quick is following the exam
pie set by the dead--ef anuther an,
another glass;
"Slle was right. Peters days were
numbered; and when she kncit besi,E,
his coffin, she thanked God for his pc
nitence, and offered up prayer tha
she might be spared little longer TO
her children's sake. That prayer CAV,
me hope; she had not spoken then q
hope except OF that beyond the grave.
my friends jested at my attention
TO the young widow, and perhaps
urged her too soon to become my wife
She turned away with feeling whicl
| would not. IL could, express. He
heart was still with her husband, an,
she found no rest until she was place,
beside him in the crowded church. yard
The childreH live on-tlic son, viii
the mreasoning craving for stron;
drink which is so Frequently the inhe
ritance Of the drunkard's child tn,
daughters, poor, weakly creatures
one. rhat little ,lefmmed girl who sit
behind the fea.counter, and who's,
voice is 50 like her mothers; the other
a suffering creature, unable to leav,
her bed, and who occupies a little room
at tire top of what was the Grapes.
Her window looks out upon a humble
Of flower-pots, whose green leaves an,
struggling blossoms are coated witt
blacks, but she thinks them the fresh
est and most beautiful IN the world.."
| The ADMINISTRATION AND THE KNOW
NoTHINGs.-lnspector, the Washing
ton correspondent Of the New Yorl
Courier says
A few ,isy since Thomas Borlanl,
clerk in the office of the Adjutant Ge
neral, received noiice of his dlsmissa
from office, over the signature of tn
Hon. Jefferson Davis. Accompanying;
this was letter from the Adietan