The true Democrat., 1855-07-10

water army gradually wended its way along un- known--but like its type. On the top ofthe high. est mounts simple springs are gushing forth, and the tiny rivulets beneath the frozen snow leap laughing and babblng with the slightest murmur along the grassy swards. What would you say, standing their that those tricklng springs were the sources of the Mississippi, of the Amazon aye, gathering strength and addition as they run, they at last burst forth their swelling flood, and rush irresistably along fertlizing and creat- ing. So the cause of temperance, springing from small fountain head, has become migh- ty river and rushes along laughing at the folly of those who dare to resist,or impede it's course, and that small band that a few years ago was laughed at is now mighty power in the State. Hear them marchng-they number nearly million of men. Not men as despots make slaves of, butsober, temperate cool think ingmen. See it comiug-it sweeps every force arrayed before 1t. It comes with songs and dances-lts banner floating over it--its motto LOVE, PURITY and FIDELITY. Hear it. hear those myriads of voices-they rend the summer airs:
 Drink from the cup that know, no blush
 For hearts it he CT is wounding:
 'Tis filled with nectar from the rills
 That mid the flowers bounding
 With that pure tide your goblets fill
 Till with the nectar streaming,
 Each flashing, sparkling flowing cup
 An urn of light Is be;tnlng.'
 And what have they done? Judge them by their works They have emptid the pauper hOuSes--they have checked crime--aye, dearer still, they have made homes for the outcast. Aye, a home--the dearest word in the language Home. and the sailor dreaming on far distant sea, under another clme dreams of it, and the sweetness of infancy plays over his rugged face. The soldier in torrid lands dreams of it he sees pleasant cot in sequestered vale, and his wife praying for him, her absent hus- band-his children babbling his name, and he dreams of happiness. This is the home we make-a home for the God-torsaken to bring them back to the enjoyment of their birth right. Think you the thoughts of a night revel ever raised such joy even in dreams?- If we have thus checked vice, if We have re- lieved the distressed if we are the cham pions of the weak and lowly, of the widow and orphan, why not join us? its holy cause. What have we done to rebutf you? Oh, you are fanatics cries our renemy-tanaticS-a doubt ful word. It means when poor unaided men, who wish to sacrifice youth and pleasure to the gain ot great object, and when success crowns the efforts 1t means Ss-glory-phllan- throphy?
 The apostles were fanatics in their day, and yet from the sunrise to the sunset, goes up from millions of human beings the sweet odor of praise and thanksgiving to the God of the universe for the redeemed. Behold the work in part of their fanaticism!
 Look at the half crazed man who, clothed in skins, besgar-rushed in the midst of chris tendom and in burning tones told of the desc craton of the tomb of God by the turbaned infdel, and at his cry swords flashed from their scabbards, and away rolled the tide of war to Palestine
 The Genoese was fanatic when he dreamed awake of another land; yet America, the young est of the nations of the earth, has sprung forth at his calling from the bosom of the sea to bless him.
 Washington was fanatic for freedom; yet his name IS the very heart love of the known world.
 Aye, all great daring natures are fanatics; but 1t must be in the cause of right, and if to be fanatics is to be determined to succeed- to make no truce with the enemy then we are fanatcs-and we are determined that com, veal, come woe, the time must come soon when no legislature dare make profit of the honor and lives of their fellow beings. When no State shall have the price of blood. When TO snares shall be set for the easy tempted--when the traffic of intoxicating drinks shall cease, and when one who wishes to drink must do 50 by himself, at home and shall not say to a fec ble brothcr-come let us die together.
 Misery loves company, and so does drunken- ness, and we are determined that no one, who values character at all, shall encourage the sale of intoxicating drink, for what is respectable to be purchased, it is respectable to be sold, and the man of character who irequents the bar room is no more respectable than he who keeps 1t. If 1t were necessary at all, the use of alco- holic or spirituous liquors, there would be some excuse, but we know from the testimony of all distinguished physicians and men of science, and our feelings tell us that to the man in good health, all liquor is detrimental-it is curse.
 ''''fi9 womans tears bedew the cup
 With wine's warm flushing lighted,
 And though they shine, they seem to tell
 Of love and hope long blighted.
 w hen on the sparkling goblcts brim,
 The wine is warmly flushing,
 Itseems the blood of broken hearts
 Within that cup was blushing." Aye, want, woe, misery and death follow in its train, and we can hear the loud vail of nations mourning over the loss of their best and bright est-victms of its fell will.
 The nobler, the more generous the heart, the sooner, the deeper sinks the victim, and imagi- nation can conjure up, no dire fancy can invent, no horrid gloom so deep as the actuality it pre- sents, and though no pen can fully describe it will feebly attempt it:
 The snow is falling thick and fast, the wind howls by and toe comfortable citizen in his bed shuddering, cries, God help the poor on such night as this. You hear a sound of revelry-- 'ts from the village inn. Now approach, and peering through the panes you see a jovial band. The fire burns brightly in the grate and casts its fickering shadows on the wall, and joval crowd you see there. They are gathering the fowret as it glows.
 Look at those rubicund countenances. Are they not happy set? Do you not envy them, out there shivering, even in your warm robes, whilst within everything is so bright and tempt ing. Look at that fine looking man at the head ot the table. That man was once the pride of the village. No home as happy as his. 'Twas but few years ago. He is still young-he has wife, once the belle of the place. Why when he married her, her life had been but dream n {o o