The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1857-01-10

The Dranka1d and His Story.
From the New York Five Points
Monthly Review, is selected the follow
ing scene from real life:
A few Sundays since, n morning SER
vios. ono Of the mos, degrading specimens
Of huuanisy .ha. ever greeted my vision.
come staggering into the chapel OF the
Hsuse Of Industry. His wild and fright
ful looks, ragged and dirty beyond des.
cription, and his face bruised and swollen,
rendered him an object OF disgust and
terror. He seemed 10 look at the chill
dren. with wonderful interest, OCCASION.
ally muttering TO himself, "Beau,ilul!
beautiful! o, that mine were here" He
sat an hour or two more, and then with
a long, earnest look at the children, stag.
gered out Of the chapel, and wen. up the
dark valley Of the shadow Of DEATH
Cow Bay. a4#.
As the bell rang for service in the az
ternoon, and while the children were
clustering together, the same wild-look-
ing man staggered in once more. He
surveyed the faces of the children with
the closest scrutiny, and at length his
eyes rested on two bright-eyed little girls,
who were singing one OF their little hymn.
ms. He sat immovable as q statue during
tho whole service, gazing inten,ly on the
faces Of these two children.
The service closed, the congregation
dispersed, yet he fingered. and the tears
came coursing down his face thick and
last. ..-.~ r -. "A .-
Dr.S. asked him what was the matter.
Il am a drunkard! A wretch-an
outcast, homeless, and without penny.
Once l had home and frlends--father,
mother, wife ,chiid idren, and hosts of friend.
who loved and respected me. Time pass
ed on, and / became a drunkard! One
friend after another left me; still / drank
on and down, down I fell. Father and
mother went down to their graves with
broken hearts. My poor wife clung to
me, when all others deserted me. / still
drank on, pawned one article after ano-
ther till all was gone, and when my wife
refused to give me her wedding.ring
which she had clung to with the tenacity
Of death.grasp. felled her to the earth,
seized her finger, tore off the ring and
pawned it for rum. That fatal blow mad.
dened her, and, in dispair, she drank land
together we wallewed IN the gutter
Pennies, we begged our way from Yer.
mont to this great city. Here we hired
small cellar, in dark dismal street,
aud sent our children Out to beg. Many
q weary day We spent in that dreary Gel.
lar, while our children were wandering
in the streets. begging for their drunken
parenIs. Abou, forty days since, my
little children went out to beg, and from
that hour to this, l have not seen them
Without food or fire, have clung to my
dismal abode, till hunger forced me tc
search for my children. Ny degraded
wife has been sent to Black wells Island
as vagrant, and alone ! went to the
Island, to the House of Reform, to the
Tombs and in dispair wandered to the
Five Points, and for the last few days
have lived in Cow Bay, among beggars
and thieves. To-day, l saw two children
who, if they had not locked SO clean and
sung so sweetly,I / would have called
them mine. o! would 10 God the,
wers."
"Tell me your name," said DR.. s.
and / will see."
In few moments, two interesting lit
tie children were led toward him. At The
sight oi this fearful looking man, they
shrank back The poor man sprang t
his feet, exclaiming, "They are mine
my dear children, don't you know yeu
poor old father? Come to me, my chil
dren. Father loves You; he won't har
you" He reached out his arms; the hit
tie ones were tmnid at first, hut they soor
climbed upou their fathers knee, while
the tears were streaming down his face.
kiss your poor drunken father my
children But the face Of the man wa
so black and filthy. not place could b.
found. Sson they forgot the dirty face
and remembered their poor, DEGRADED
fatheri and each entwinlng their it'll,
arms around his neck, and fondly kssin.
him, the elder one said, with voice tha
touched every heart, "Father, we ar,
SO happy, that we want to stay. Won
you come and live here too papa7 Wha
makes you drink 500 Dear papa, do sig1
the pledge, and no, drink any more.
kind friend found US in the street begging
and now we feel happy. Do papa, COM
live here, and be as good as you used t
be-"
j The fathers heart was overwhelmed -.
he sobbed and groaued aloud. For nor
than an hour they sat together, till at las
the old man arose, still clinging TO h,
children, and exclaued, "The pledge
the pledge! | will never drink again.
| gave him the pledge, and from iha
hour he has faithfully kept 1t. He i
now a man, engaged in business, earning
ten dollars per week, and none could rec
ognize in the well.dressed man--who s,i
boards in the house the degraded orig
inal, whose portrait can still be seen a
the House oil Industry, daguerreo,yped j
its striking deformi,y and squalor.
aptitude in .Men.--It is very cer,ai
that no mon is Il, for everything bu,