Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1859-11-01

minus, succeoueu IN melting u, ana apply
ing asfsw drops to her lips, and bathing
her temples, she again revived. b" :.
"sHer eye was clear, calm and natural
now. There was the same sweet look as
Of old. But she was white-oh, so white
and death-llke. She looked more like an
angel from the spirit world, thar the flesh
and being she really was. Extending her
hand toward me, abe murmured, 10 voice
sweet in it's soltness and sadness: .t.,s
Henry? is it Henry?"
eyes. Alice, it is Henry, come to take
tyou hona to your motlerand father"
ss0h Henry is il possibleg What a
borfid memolyl'' Aud she pressed her
hands over her eyes as if to shut out some
borril image Of The past. "But it is over
now. have seen the death ANGEL am
going soon. Oh, Lord Jesus, have mercy
on my child, my dear little Alice. Is not
George hpre?", ?",,r;.,.g ...s .a 4 ....- ...
"'No. he has not come yet. But dom t
think such thoughts, Alice. You are not
going co die. Cheer up; you might go
home with me-" La'.s@as
Home, yes l am going home now. -
Hold ms in your arms. brother, dear. /
am SO weak. | wish that George was
here to see me die-he was kind to me
once, but he was led away Rum did it.
He did not mean to be so bad, but the
best society drink here. He couldn't
drink little without drinking too much
Tell him forgive him. Tel father and
mother 1 have suffered but / am happy
now. longed to write and let you know
all. but | hoped for better times. l hoped
every revel would be his last. But oh,
the power--the power of rum! 1tis fear
full, Henry, the power of rum George
has fallen--he is a victim The world
will condemn him, but the world will never
know how bravely he strove to break the
charm. The world don't know how much
he has suffered. They know his sins
his suferings they do not wish to know.
Poor George, there is no rum in heaven"
"She continued to speak, but fainter and
fainter, till her voice died to whisper.
"'Henyy, you drink. Don't deceive
mel do not love you the less, but l fear
for you. Oh, how l have prayed that you
might be spared this awful fate. 1t is an
awinl thing TO be drunkard. I shall die
in your arms. And as you love me, Henry
as You wish to meet me in the spirit
land-promise me that you will drink no
more. | cannot bear the thought that
you, too, will be drunkard. lis the last
prayer of your dying sister, that you will
never drink another drop of rum. Will
you promise?' y w-
al do promise, Alice. never, as l
hope for heaven. never will | drink again.
"'Oh, thank you, thank you, Henry;
you are the same noble brother. | can
die easy, now. Take little Alce-give
her to faiher-tell him to let her have her
mothers place in his heart. Bury me in
the church yard with sister. Kiss brothers
and sisters for me-tell them to meet me
above Tell George ~ -a
"There was slight quiver--a gasp
and the spirit bad returned to God who
gave it,
'.She sleeps now in the cold church.
yard, the link that connects my soul with
heaven. @ as tso1 ~
Il have kept my promise. Not drop
has passed my lips to this day, and, by the
help of God, there never shall This, sir,
is the reason why never drink. l have
seen hundreds OF sisters and wives made
miserable by rum; but never realized the
awful sin of drunkenness till it was brought
home to me and miLe And now. stranger,
join with me, and throw your boltIe into
the Missiquoi, and you will never regret
it,"