Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1859-06-17
MISCELLANY Y.
Poor Tom.
A PICTURE OF THE RUN TRAFFIC.

Toll!
How mournfully the tone rung through
the air theI lis musical cadence died away
till all was still.
No; all was not still. for bird was sing
ing without and the light breath of sum-
mer came floating into the room where
lay ami bore its tremulous song to my ear.
| arose and looked through the easement
into the latticed porch. 1 he geranium. the
rosebush, the vine and the honeysnckle
spreading out their tender leaves, obStructed
the view, but nevertheless left room for a
glimpse into pleasant garden, where the
flowers are smiling. How pleasant
After all, is not this happy world?
Toll Toll!
Again that sound; but this time its faint
ing murmurs were caught up and prolonged
by another more dcep-toned than the first
The inarticulate harmony tells more forcibly
than words that "man goeth to his long
home, and the mourners 90 about the
Streets" There is sadness and yet sweet
ness about the knell--a murmuring, and
yet a joy.
Just such requiem as the saints should
have; sorrow for our loss, joy for their
triumph. But oh it may lot be the body
Of Il departed believer that now takes its
last journey Oh, to think that when the
last trumpet shall sound alas alas
Come with me, enter sick chamber.
A boaied form lies before you the eyes
glare wildly around as he wakes from q
stupid slumber, sepuchral voice breaks
the silence, "where,is my bottle Z"
Tom" replies middle-aged man by
the bcd-side-it was kindly but firmly
spoken, Tom, you have drank all that wa-
in the bottle; and you shouldn't have had
that, if ! had not been afraid you would
sink before your medicine could act"
u want my bottle, tell you l will
have it. III get out of this bed and 90
down into town, and get some for myself
He rose up in lis bed, but his strength was
too far gone. lie fell back in a fainting
fit.
A few hours later. Day dies in the
West; the crimson, the gold and blue tha,
overEang, are fading into a somtre pail, as
though this abiding place of ours were, as
it is indeed, one vast charnel house. Knock
Knock Death is at the door.
"Life me up" says the dying man.
tom, ycu can't stand it; you are too
weak"
Lift me up" said he sternly to a SER
want. The servant takes hold of his head
and raises him up a little. He tries TO rise
still further, but the effort was too much
for him, he sinks back in bis last swcon,
draws two or three breaths and lie is dead !!
Toll Toll!
A group of idlers were standing on the
corner of the street, when presently there
came into view slow procession. Reader,
will you, or your father, or your brother, or
your son, ever lead such procession?
Poor Tom" said one on the sidewalk.
The speaker was plump and rubicund, with
a heavy gold fop-chain and an embroidered
cravat, daintily tied around his broad neck.
"Pcor Toni lie was a good clever fell
low when he wasn't drunk. Ny Sam was
ont at the house this morning, aud went in
and took look at the corpse. He says an
old woman was standing at the head of the
lounge, when she lifted up the cover from
Toms face, she looked fearfully solemn, and
when Sam laid back the covprlet, she took
hold of his hand and said, "Poor Tom is
gone = and then the tears came triekling
down her face, and she cried as though she
would break her heart. BOYS yon know
Tom was mighty good TO his servants when
he was sober, hut he was like devil when
he was drunk"
a man who was passing by, paused on
hearing these words aud said TO the speak
er. "Mr Jones, | believe he died from the
effects of liquor, did he not?'
$50 am told,' was the reply.
aWel, did on not sell him the liquor =
.Whal if did? If hadn't, somebody
else would. And what business IS it of
mine if he chose TO go and Kill himself with
il, Id like to k1ow r
You will learn that batter than ear