The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1858-10-16
WHOLE No. S9S
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! After days work Of calculation and COPY
| ing was under the mortifying necessity Of
waiting an hour in the tap-room of low
tavern, to Sccule the services of Il mail-guard
who was TO carry parcel for my employers.
Amidst the smoke. the splitting and the clatter
of a crowd of inn haun,cis, could not but
| find some subjects for reflection.
The presiding genius of the bar was a bloata
cd, calhnnclcd, whiskcrcd young man, whom
had long known,as the abandoned son ola
deceased friend. sighed and was silent
Ever and anon, as one after another. Of squads
OF two. three or more, approach his shrine.
to receive and empty their glasses, and deposit
their six-pences, heard the short percmptory
formula of the bacchlnal inilGStcr-'. What
will you have Z" brandy, gin, punch, " What
will you have z" And the victims severallv
made their bids for smaller, cocktail {,
| sling, or ajulip. as the case might be. Tho
constant repetition of - the form in that case
made and provided" set me upon drowsy
meditation on the pregnant question, What
Will you have z" "Nlethinks can answer
the Question: said to myself, as cast u
Glance around the murky apartment. And
first to the young shoemaker, who. with Il
pair OF newly finished boots, is asking for
grog." What will you have" Young
| y
There is a trembling ragged man, with
'lv'd spots under the eyes. lie is a machine
maker and has Lodgings in the house. What
will you have Z" All ! the bar. keeper knows
without an answer; he takes gin and water.
Poor man! also know what you will have.
Already you have been twice at deaths door;
and the gin will not drive oil that chill-you
will have typhus fever.
There comes my neighhor, the bcokbindcr.
His hand shakes as he raises his full glass;
All Shannon, | dread TO say it, but you will
have the palsy.
The glasses arc washed out, not clcansed
in s'op-iub under the bar shelf Now II
fresh bevy comes up, cigar.n ha',d. Gentle
men, "What will you have 2" | choose to
suIilJ the answer for myself Thus--the
baker there, will have an opol lag or sudden
fail in h S shop. That tailor in green glasses
will have, or rather has already, II consump-
ton and | fear the three ideis in their
train vii! have the next epidemic that shall
sweep of our refuse drunkalds.
But what will that man have who leans
over the table, seeming to pour over the last
" Herald Z" lie is scarcely resolved what ho
shall drink, or whether he shall drink at all.
| understand the language of his motions.
lie is renegade from the temperance ranks.
| lie has borrowed Inuney this week John,
you will have tod2ingS IL a jail.
Sorry indeed, am to see, in this den, Mr..
Scanling, the cooper. Not to speak of him
self, have reason to believe that both his
grown sons are beginning to drink. lie looks
about him suspiciously. Now he has pluck
ed up courage. He takes whiskey. Yo,,
will have pair Of drunken sons.
That young fellow, in the green frocL coat
ard colorcd neckcloth, is IA musician, a man
Of reading, and the husband Of a lovely
English woman. He takes his glass with thd
air Of a Greek drinking hv.nlock. You Will
have a heart broken wife.
What Is that a lad Of fifteen going to the
bar lie is, and he losses of his CogniaG
with an air. You will have an carly death.