Bellevue gazette. [volume] (Bellevue City, N.T. [i.e. Neb.]) 1856-1858, 1857-03-26

Aims house filler, sorrow maker -
Death disease, and sickness vendcr,
Satans minister and helper,
Enter they the whiskcy traders,
Gentlemen, he says, good evening, go .
win you have some wine or brandyp IL.
Or perhaps little toddy, . ........I .
With some oysters if your hungry.
Then he mixes up a glassrull
OF his nasty filthy liquor
With perhaps a little sugar
Or little spice or lemon. ..
Up then to his counter go they
But how differently they drink it
One with grccdincss cngulphs II
At one swallow; but another
That he may the more enjoy II
Sips a little and u little, .
Sips, until he has his GAG full,
While another still more careful
Takes a straw and on the counter
Sets his glass, and leaning by it,
Like lazy idle loafer,
Through the straw quite slowly sucks it.
Thus they drink the traders whiskey,
Or whatever filthy mixture
/ lie may give them for their money
Thus they drink each others ruin.
Then they sit down by table
And deck of cards they call for
With the cards they want more brandy,
| And the looser this must pay for.
| For so righteous are these tiplers,
That they fear to play for money,
Till at least they've playd for whiskey.
On, till late at night, they set there,
| Playing cards, and drinking whisKey,
Drinking home made wine and brandy
! Till they feel themselves quite boozy
1 Till they drink their pockets empty
! Till the trader has their money, -.
! And they have the traders whisKhy.
But their money buys more whisKey I'D ...
| Which again the trader sells them.
Thus his days and years he passes,
Selling whisKcy to his neighbors,
Making every year more drunKards, % .t
Making every year more orphans d.
'haKng tears, and wo, and sorrow
Causing robbery and murder
Causing crime throughout the country
All the youth around cnticing II.H
From the paths of peace and virtue, .i
To the haunts of vice and ruin I'D ..f--
Till at last the whisKey trader
Having slain his tens of thousands
Having done the work of Satan
Having in this loathsome traffic
Grown as old as sin will let him .I
lie retires from his calling
To lie down beside his victim llGs
Dying too greater drunKard .H
Than the man who bought his whisKey,
Dying with his sins upon him,
Dying with the wrath of Heaven,
Hanging DER him, burning fiercely,
Having sold his soul for money M
Not one cent of which he carries %
To that future world of sorrow s.
Deepest sorrow and of suffering
With it may be all his victims
Ruined by this whisKey trader
Gathering in crowds around him
Not to drink his rum and brandy,
But with all their fendish malice I...
To torment and curse him ever.
And can yon,$e men, ye fathers
Guardians Of your countrys welfare
BY your votes, or by your silence,
Suffer this vile ficnd among you?
Suffer him to bend, 20 CHAIN you
Till your locks of strength are shaven,
Til yonr eyes by him are blinded,
And You grind for him in prison,
Till you are his helpless victims.
Think not that there is no danger,
That there lurketh not the viper
Even NOW WITHIN YOUR BosoMs.
Then awake and stay this monster,
Cast him from your newborn city
Cast out quickly that vile spirit
Lest that spirit be your ruin.