Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1856-01-04

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tie dear cltild he brought away from ter
warm nest, 70 grace aud brighten our
household. We had no daughter q our
own; and 50 all the love in cur hearts a
daughter would have ealleJ forth, was
lavished upon this beautiful dove. 7
need not describe her 70 you, FOR you
have seen her, and many Of you loved
her, bul she Is at resi-.
! The old mans voice choked. For a
little while he stood silent, Unable from
irfepressible emotion, to proceed. Al
last he said in a husky whisper
She is at rest now. Let me as
calmly as possible tel yoa how she pass
ed away. 1t was not peacefully, snd
sweeilgs as IN infant sinks to rest in lis
mothers arms. An, ,no-no. Ter death
was violent"
What 4 thrill passed through the as
White faces bent forward eagerly, and
breaths were held in appalled, expecta-
ton.
"She was murdered by her husband. 4"
The old man sank into chair, while
a groan arose from the assembly.
"No good end is to be gained by con-
caalment," resumed Judge Williams, as
he arose and in a firmer voice went on
/" if the revelation spurs you TO action, all
| desire is accomplished. Ny son came
home one night less than a year ago, IN
toxicated, after a longer period Of sobri-
ETY. than usual, He had never treated
his wife with personal unkindness. II
she demonstrated with him, he showed nc
irritation; and often, through her infu-
ence, would make temporary efforts at
reformation. He had passed to her
room only a short time, when heard a
momentary shufling Of feet, and smo.
thered exclamation. There was some
thing in the sound tLat caused me tc
start and listen. But nothing more was
heard for at least five minutes, when ]
was aroused by the falling of heavy
body in the chamber. I repaired thitheI
on the instaAt. Sight Of horror! BIy
son lay dying in his own blood, on the
foor-the fatal razor with which the
deed was done, clutched in his hand
You all remember this dreadful tragedy,
But there was something more dreadful
still, Of which you have never been told.
Ere turning his hand upon himself, my
son smothcred with pillows the"
The old man staggered back and sat
down again.
"God help mel" he resumed after a
moment or two. "I cannot say more.
We buried them side BY side; but we
were broken-heaIted. 4 few weeks
more and my poor wife followed them,
leaving me a lonely old man, al the
green branches Of my tree withered, and
left the root nearly sapless and dead.
what need is there for me to say
more 7" he added after a pause. Il
have shown you the bitter fruits of the
traffic. Look at them. Reason Of them
among yourselves, and make your own
decision. If you continue to SOW the
seeds you are now sowing, you must cx-
pectno better harvests. On me The evil
has done its worst. But for the sake of
your children and noigAbors, lei me i'm
plore you 10 turn aside from your beau
tiful village this torrent Of vice tIat is
yearly sweeping its scores 10 destruction
There were few dry eyes ia that as
sembly when he sat down; and # hardly
need be told here tAot tlle resolutions
were passed by aeclamas.on. Al nv
next visit to P, the brown cottaas
nal found another owner, and tso lonely
ola Imam was sleeping ia tie village grave
yard