Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1857-07-17

old world was engulfed in n watery
grave. A vineyard was planted in
the new, and the tide Of death has
flowed on from that day TO this, ever
desolating, insatiate, remorseless, and
desolating in every land, and upon
all classes. Rumsellers say that God
made rumi An Ishmaelite brought
it out, but / mixed the cup, and watch
cd the process, and as the Upas fume
arose from the fatal compound, and
ovcrshadowed the earth withia pail,
the nethermost hell shook with re-
joicing and revelry. Hal hal but 1t
was a glorious invention, and is TO be
found in every cline, civilized or saw
age. Millions have withered and di-
ed, and millions more will. Joy TO
see the bloated, ragged throng, wen
ding their way to premature and dis
honored graves-to my own--dark
kingdom. Come on drunkards--go
on drunkard rdmakers-yourfina doom
is alike. Rumsellers shun me as ii
our motives were not the sames How
conscientious But mine they are,
all laboring to mar the moral beauty
Of man. They talk about liberty,
equal rights, noble hearts, moral char
acter, and moral suasionl Moral sua-
sionl Hal hal that's good one
The rumsellers talking about moral
suasionl They talk about temper
ance men. That's better yet. Moral
suasion TO my agents, when the wall
Of damned millions is unheeded, as
we'll as the sight Of earthly woe and
despair. Yes, that's cool. Temper
ance menl III / was not q devil l
should wish the world rid Of such
temperance men, and their influence.
Go ahead, noble friends of mine, I'll
certify to your moral characters; fill
the earth with woe, the grave with
dead, and hell with the last. Yes,
rum is mine, / love 10 see its victims
die. Hove 10 see the young man toss
off his dram-when fit, i love to see
him fall. love TO see the reformed
again brought back by my good old
friends. / love TO SEQ the heart made
desolate, the mind dimmed, and the
body palsied. l love to see wives,
yoked to a living curse, their hopes
all blighted, and their hearts broken.
/ love to SEQ mothers, pale, and grief
stricken, their aching hearts torn
with anguish. / love TO 500 the Bit
ten tears fall from their furrvwed
cheek-and hear the sigh of sorrow
and woe. / love 10 see every link
shivered, every tie sundered, and ev-
cry heart riven. / love to see the
ragged children swarm the street.
the tair-haired, sunny -browed, orphan
turned out into the world, shelterless,
and uncared for. / love to peep into
the alms-house, upon its wretched
inmates-into the prison, upon its
felon band, and listen to the moan Of
orphanage and widowhood; the sharp,
fierce cry for bread; the oath, and the
loathsome song, the words Of strife,
the howl Of the maniac, and the shriek
OF crime Hal hal rum is mine, as
are its victims and those who sell it..
Yes, get licences and sell rum, or sell
| it without. Swell the curse on earth,
for there is mono sold in hell. Devils
don't sell rum, but joy to see men
prey upon each other. Rumsellers
must die, too-ha, ha-and their nor
al characters go with them. Then
huzza for liberty, equal rights and
moral suasion. Huzza for rumsellers,
for their work is death, their history
is blood, blood, and their doom is wo,
wo. No drunkard can enter eternal
life. Then drunkard- makers can't,
Of course. Hal hal sell rum on earth
while you can, your reward is ready.
Ny noble friends will not be SO nice
about my company then. Hal hal
| MONDAY, 15th.-Beautlful weather
yesterday, and no rain yet, to-day,
though the clouds look ominous.-
But the washing is done, and the
clothes dry. l hurried them out ear
ly, so as to be sure and catch the sun
shine if we were favored with any
Thankful that l know how to dc
housework. Love to make things
move. Come over next washing day
and blow fairy bubbles in the suds.
Im As ever, EMMA.
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