Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1859-05-06

cried as though she would break her heart
BOYS you know Tom was mighty good to
his servants when he was sober, but he was
like a devil when he was drunk
A man who was passing by, paused on
hearing these words, and said to the speaker
Mr. Jones. believe he died from the effects
Of liquor, did he not r
$50 am told" was the reply
"WclI. did You not sell him the liquor
,What if did, III hadn't. somebody
else would. And what business is it Of mine
If he chose to go and kill himself with it, d
like Go know
..You will learn that better than ! can tell
You 10 the last day calmly responded the IN
tcrlocutor. and went on his way. lie turned
the corner and was out of sight and hearing.
Now" said Mr.. Jones' "iust listen to
that fool But come in boys, it's my treat.
So in they go, and the rum-solcr pours
out tho liquid fire to hs admiring friends.
They turn off their glasses.
Toll Toll
"If them bells would stop their noise
said the rumscllor 81 just wanted 90 say
never killed poor Tom, did boys y
"No," said an old topper who took brandy.
alt wasn't nom that killed him. Dick, 10 was
gour liquor. He he he - and the crowd
bre laughed. but at that time, rumble rum
Ole went the wheels of the hcarse right in
front of the grogshop How unfortunate -
They had put Toms horse in the shafts OF
the hcarse TO draw his master to the grave.
But the dumb beast had learned by long prac-
tee to stop at post before the GROCERY door
and when he came 20 the place, in spite OF all
the drivers eNoriions, he turned aside from
the middle of the street, and stopped stock
still 40 his old stand. An involuntary shud-
der ran through the procession.
The drinkers came TO the door, and one or
two seeing the difficulty, went to the driver S
assistance. but the rumsolor lurkcd behind IN
his den.
During the brief delay occasioncd by the
stubborn animal womans face, evidently
rcd with weeping, was protruded from win
/ dow iu % carriage next 20 the hcarsc.
"ls hc hcrc;' she asked.
"ls who here. ml'um said a young man
stepping forward.
''Why. Nh. Jones. moan
"Ne.. ma ann he is inside here Halo,
Jonc., be proceeded turning towards the
shop door. "cumc out here there's "a lady
wants TO see you.
Jonc, came out reluctantly, WAS it me
you wanted TO see, ma am -
Arc YOU Mr.. Jones
CHATS my name, ma am.
"Arc you Dick Jones
''Ncs ma am, that's what they mostly cal
me.
"Wcl. Dick Jones, Eve heard Of you man,
time, but never have seen you before t
know YOU. sir But now ! know you. sir
l'll not forget that face either that nose an'
chin and those eyes, think / can rccollec
them till the judgment day, sir You'll hav
to answer for this, Dick Jones, that you will
and utterng fearful scream, she wrung he
hands in agony, and fell back on the carriag
seat. A burst Of sympathetic griefarose iron
the followers of the hearse even the hears
driver wiped his eyes
Jones was much relieved when the process
sion started on again; the rolling Of the cal
rage and the measured tread of the iootme
passed by and the street was once more s
lent.
"Wel.' said he, in a soliloquising way, >
am right sorry for Tom, but his was an III
common case ; one of thousand
But hold, Mr. Rumsellcr what right hay
you to kill one;
zone of thousand :" You ought to ha'
said, Zone of thirty thousand that die fro
INVESTIGATION every year in our happy countr
Only some eighty or eighty-fve such funera
every day, Sundays included. As to wee
ing fathers and mothers, brothers and sister
and starved and degraded children, and be
carly and broken-hearted wives, I'll have "
to count them for yourself.
- A bystander remarked, I'm told his bo
turned very black before they got him in
the coffin
All yes, this body is shut in a drunkar,
grave. At the last trump, it shall awake
shame and everlasting contempt. But
soul, where is it now Rumseller, where
he it, say Where is your victims soul a
i'll where is it to be for ever and ever
1oH i-ToHl
e "And does Jones still go unhung" ,
er hung He goes at large he is lcgalized
nd his traffic the strong arm of the law protc
Sc him in it, slow long, o Lord holy a
It. true, dost thou not judge and avenge t
h, blood
ut Rattle rattle go the clods upon the G
ut I'm the mound is shaped; the citizens ret
a home and the rumsoller goes on in his bli
il trade. You meet him daily in the street
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