Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1859-05-13

out the IiquId ire 10 MS admlrIng friends.
They turn of their glasses.
Toll!-Toll!
eff them bells would stop their noise y
said the rumseller; / just wanted to
say 1 never killed poor Tom, didI boys p
No, said an old topper whe took bran
dy. It wasn't you that killed him,
Dick, it was your liquor. He! he he p
and the crowd here laughed, bat at that
time, rumble rumble went the wheels
of the hearse right in front Of the grog-
shop. How unfortunate. TBcT had put
Toms horse in the shafts oEihe hearse
to draw his master 10 the grave. But
the dumb beast had learned by long prac-
tice to stop at a post before the grogery
door; and when he came to the place,
in spite of all the drivers exertiors, he
turned aside from the middle of the
street, and stopped stock still at hi; old
stand. All involuntary shudder ran tlro'
the procession.
The drinkers came to the door, aud
one or two seeing the difficulty, went %
the drivers assistance, but the rumselltr
lurked behind in his den.
During the brief delay occasioned bF
the stubborn animal, a woman's face, ev-
identity red with weeping, was protrrded
from a window in a carriage next tothe
hearse.
Is he here 2" she asked.
rs who here, ma am ?" said a young
man, stepping forward.
Why, Mr.. Jones, I mean"
es, ma'am, he is inside here. Hal
/ 10, Jones, he proceeded, turning towards
the shop door, "come out here; there's
lady wants to see you"
Jones came out reluctantly, Was it
me you wanted to see, ma'am p
Are you Dir. Jones ?"
That's my name. ma'am."
" Are you Dick Jones ?"
Yes, ma'am, that's what they mostly
call me-"
Well, Dick Jones, I've heard Of yor
many time, but never have seen you
before, to know you, sir. But now
know you, sir. I'll not forget that fac,
either; that nose and chinand those eyes
/ think I can recolIect them till the iudg
ment day, sir. You'll have to answer
for this, Dick Jones, that you will p anC
uttering fearful scream, She wrung hel
hands in agony, and fell back on the car
rage seat. A burst OF sympathetic grie
arose from the followers of the hearse
even the hearse driver wiped his eyes.
Jones was much relieved when thr
procession started on again the rollin.
of the carriage and the measured trea,
Of the footmen passed by, and the stree
was once more silent.
Well" said he in a soliloquising way
3" l am right sorry for poor Tom, but hi
was an uncommon case one Of a thou
sand"
But hold, Mr.. Rumseller. what righ
have you TO kill one?
"One of a thousand 2" You ought t
have said, "One of thirty thousand tina
die from intoxication every year in ou
happy country. Only some eighty 0
/ eighty-five such funerals every day, Sun
days included. As to weeping father
and mothers, brothers and sisters, an
starved and degraded children, and beg
carly and broken-hearted wives, III hav
you to count them for yourself.
All! yes, this body Is shut in a drunk
ards grave. At the last trump,
{ shall awake to shame and eYerlastin
contempt. But his soul, where is
/ now? RumseIler, where is it. I say ?
Where IS your victims soul? and wher
| IS it to be for ever and ever
ToHt-ToHi
And does Jones still 90 unhung ?
( Unhuns ! lie goes al large he
! legalized in bis traffic the strong arm
the law protects him in it. How lon,
o Lord, holy and true, dost thou n,
Judge and avenge this blood
Rattle rattle go the clods upon ii
S coffin the mound IS shaped the cit
e zens return home and the rumsgIlc
goes on in his black trade. You me,
q him daily in the street.-English Pape
! e. We are never satisfied with OF