New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1859-12-02

l found dear sister there found her,
sir-found her! Rum did it! and
must tell you the tale I was one Of a
family Of eight children, brought up in
the good old State Of Connecticut. My
brothers and sisters We're all dear to me
but not alike dear Alice, younger
than myself, the. companion ofmy youth
ful hopes and Struggles was dearest Of
all to me. Amiable@ and gentle, she
seemed pure as the beings of my inagi-
nation-a concentrationtof all that was
good and loyely,.slO Oh! how I loved our
Alice. Too well, too. well. She was
my idol. I remember how I almost
wished to chide her for giving part Of
her love to George Dane, the village
lawyer. I wished to be all that was
dear to her, as she was all that was dear
to me- afi / .siuolu vujgiInwgt Il
George was manly and intellectual,
and I had no, reason to oppose her
choice-NNeither did I, only that re-
gretted to lose from the home society Of
one SO dear. They were married, and
a life ofhappiness seemed a sure reward
for their purity and devotion. For two
years-years, i have reason to believe
ofunsullied joys to them-the livedIin
the same village with us. At the end
of that time, George determined to go
toa1orthern Vermont C they movedito
Il, and, for time, ,slong and endear.
ing letters Of their condition and pros
pectslinf their new home were received
andSeagerly read in the home circle.. X 81
But after d time,P they grew less fre-
quent, less encouraging, and, at the end
ofa year and'a lhalf,I ceased 9altogether
There wasia clond in our old homeL
shadow on the hearthstone. Vi Fearful
forebodings were sfeltibyt that band of
loving hearts. Again and again we
wrote, but months rolled around, andino
tidings came. But one resource re-
qnainedA AIimustIseek my lost sister,
-ITPerlnlt. me tooobserye here, my
fffriend, that my .scruples oWero not sop-
posed to spirit drinking, Il was not q
u x 4
'drunkard, but carried a bottle with me
at 'ttihlos--drank Wien I wanted it, and
was al2asysslin for ajjeAy atime. # was
uncommon parIance, al moderate drink
er,, as the most .dsbauched are, previous
to becoming drunkards, IF there, were
no moderate drinkers, there would be no
drunkards." H.. II. 49,. 5,..,gs
my destination iiniT alL. I was sur
prisedl att the thlifthess and9ganeraI
woe begoae appearance of this, places
There The wiaatss was, potia respectable looking oki 4.
house in the plaee, aee, no 70 appearance pearappec a Of Of
enterprise and business, But. look of
wrretchedness and poverty that made
'92Hoh (ToBE coNTlNauED.3 ,id8ia
Influence csa Of Literary Gyp'T Taste, !
To a young man away iroH home,
friendless and forlorn in d great city,
the hours of peril areithose bctween'san
set and bedtime; for, the ihooni anibthe
stars; ;seemore evil in a single hourthan
the sun, iuIhis whole days circuit The
poets visions Of evening arelalll AL compos7
ed Of tender and soothing images. It
brings S the = 'wvanderer to his home, the
child to his mothers arms, tie Ok to his
staN, and the weary labofer to his rest.
But toJthe gentlethearted youth who is
thrown upon the rocks ,of.a pitiless city,
and stands homeless amid q. thousand ufaa n9
homes the approach ppfd IF fq, evening brings
with it an aching sense Of loneliness and
desolatioh, which COMES down upon the
spirit Ike darkness upon the earth. In
this mood, his best impulses become a
snareto him; and he is led astray because
hegisi social, affeotionate,re sympathetic,
and iwarm-lhlapgted. If # there l beaI young p4 g
man thus Gircurmstanced within the SOUND q
Of my voice, let me say to HIM that books
are are the friends of the friendless, and that
a'librar:y is d home to the HOMELESS,
A tastefor readingwin always carry you
to. converse with men swho will win .yo.u