Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-12-29
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/ Her eyes as-clear, calm and natural,
/ dow.. There was the same sweet look.
of old. But she was white D, so white
and death like. She looked ffiore like an
angel from the spirit-world than the aesh
and being she really was. extending her
hands towards me. she nurmufed. in q
voice sweet in its s0ftness and sadness
2" Henry, is it Henry pr = '
Yes, Alice, it is Henry, come to take
you home to your father and mother
o Henry. is it possible? What
horrid nnemoryP' as if to shutso out some
horrid image Of the past But it is over
now. / have seen~thesdeath ANGEL am
going soon, o, Lord Jesus, have mercy
On my child, my dear Alice. Is not
George here?"
mo, he has not Come yet, But don't
think such thoights, Alice. Yon are not
going I'd die. Cheer up, you mist go
home with me.p 7al ais5gqefqQa hH6 III
+" Home. yes, 1 am going hdHie HOW
Hold me in your arms brothef dear. l
am, SO weak. wish that George was
here to see me die-he was kind to me
once, but be was led away. Rum did it.
He did not mean to be SO had. but the
best society drinks here He could not
drink little. without drinking too much.
Tell him Iforgiye him. Tell father and
mother | have suffered, fbuteI am happy
now. | longed to write. and. let you
know all, but hoped for better times.
| hoped every revel would be his last
But, O, the poweF-the power of rum
1t is fearful, Henry, the power Of rum ~
George Has falldn--hen is d victim.
The world will condemn him. bit the
world Can rieyef know how hrayely he
str6ye to break the charm The world
don't khoW low thuch he suffered. They
kn5w his SINS his sufferings they do not
care to know, Poor George, there is no
rum in Heaveh!'' PIE 10 1s1b.i9 yglu
She continued to speak bat fainter
and fainter, till her voice died in his
Henry; you drink. Don't deceive me
i do not love ybp the less, but fear
for you. O, how | have prayed that yod
might be spared this awful fate! 1t is
an awful thitig to be drunkard. | shall
die in your arms As you love me,
Henry, as you wish to meet me in the
spirit-land, promise, me that you will
drink NO more. 1 cannot bear the
thought that you, too, will be drunk!
ard. 1t is the last prayer Of your dying
sister, that you will never drink another
drop Of rtm. Will you promise ~
II do promise. Alice, never, as / hope,
for HEAVEN never will drink again"
20, thank you. thank you Henry you
are the same noble bfother. | shall die
easy. now. Take little Alice-give her
to father-tell him to let her have her
mothers place in his heart. Bury me in
the cHurchyard with sister. Kiss broth
ers and sisters for me-telI them to meet
me above. Tell George
There was light quiver-a grasp
and the spirit had returned to God who
gave it. .--..l.
She sleeps now in the old churchyard
the link that Connects my soul with
Heaven. 7@9"
have kept my promise. Not glass
has passed my lips to this day, and by
the help of God there never shall This
sir is the reason why never drink.
have seen hundred of sisters ard wives
made miserable by rum bit never re-
allied the awful sin of drunkness till it
was brought home to me and mine. And
now, stranger. Join with me- and throw
your bottle into the Missisquoi and you
will never regret it.