Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1862-05-05
FOR THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE,
a Call For Volunteers.

least One Million Volunteers Men who
are brave, firm and unconquerable"
Men who can put to fight the greatest
army in the world; men who are willing
TO defeud their homes-their wives and
their little ones. The enemy is upon US.
at our very doors-ah he is in our homes
VIII You throw wide your door-welcome
him to your hearthstone, that he may de-
stroy you, and all on earth that is dear p
Will, ah! can any Southern man be so
base a coward mean a traitor, such
an Infamous scoundrel, as TO sit with folded
bands, while the enemy is destroying his
home-his family and himself2 Surely
there are. men in the Confederacv, who
will come at once to the rescue Do not
pause, to ask where the enemy is Are
you blind? Has satan so mvstifed your
vision that you cannot see )? IF SO, come
with me, and [ will show you the enemy
drawn up in battle array:
Look ! now We are IN front of his rem
devious. See! He'll gares in the blood
shot eyes of the leader, Captain we shall
call him. as he holds the glass forth, and
bids his men drink and forget their mise
ry'-' Drink and be happy The compa-
ny yield to his cntreates, and one after
another take glass from their Captains
hand, and eagerly swallow its contents.
Look again, will you See the whole
company have taken glass after glass, and
now we see the same hellish glance from
every eye. Reason is dethroned. Pres
emily we see An infuriated demon plunge
dagger through a brothers breast; we see
his victim reel, then fall dead-DEAD =
Look-Listcn can you not hear the
wild shouts of diabolical spirits, as they
seize the soul of that fallen man, and drag
it to the lowest depths of damnation-
Loud shouts of hellish Joy escape their
lips as they plunge that soul into eternal
,. torment! The scene does not end here
The gallows awaits its victim. Soon the
murderer is suspended betwixt heaven and
earth, unfit for either. But the soul
Where IS 1t Gone to meet the one he
had hurried into despair! another plunge
another diaboical shout, another soul in
ruin And this one tells his fellows that
others are coming That the Captain and
, bis company will soon arrive. Those two
who are gone and those who are going, are
our friends-our fathers and brothers. led
on by that demon Captain. Desolation is
hanging It's Jetty wings over many homes.
Poverty shows her grim face at every cor
ner-gaunt want perches upon the face of
sweetest babes-misery is marching over
, our Confederacy, breaking the tender
hearts of trusting wives and mothers. All
this, and much that never has, or can be
written, is caused by your remaining quiet
while the enemy is SO near. "Ah' you
exclaim but this is only bar ROOM
Why did you not say the gate to He'll p
|, Come with me, yet, farther Do you see
l that black smoke curling up! Come near
: er; do you see that wrom' all coiled rea-
dy to pour forth a stream of damnation as
long as eternity itself? This, suppose, you
0 would call distillery! There are thou
e sand of bushels of grain, which have there
been made into Whiskey, that should have
been given to the starving poor, instead of
A. sending terror to thousands of homes, as
!, it has done-is still doing. But distileries
e are not so bad. If we had no men to
work them, they would do no harm. But
e it is the DistiIler, who deserves the curses
e of heaven and earth, and God will surely
r pour out his vials Of wrath upon them
Poor lucre- -deluded wretches-poorer than
y gaunt poverty-for they can carry nothing
with them to stem the tide of remorse that
J will roll over them, when they join their
r brothers in torment. Distillers will sell
their country-the souls of their neigh
's bors, for the Almighty dollar
p,,44 al IL NJ I
d ions of men to fight under the glorious
: TEMPERANCE BANNER; beneath who's.
$ folds there is peace and happiness. Beau
: tyul Banner ! Long may it wave over oul
land. We want men to fight king AIco-
hol, and destroy every distillery. How
can you destroy those distilleries Ge
le every man to join our grand company, anc
2f soon you will see the old distilleries and
grog shops lettering and falling. Ou
worst, most dreaded foe, will be conquered
II when king Alcohol. is dethroned, and tn,
> good old Temperance ship shall outrid
the storm.
But you ask why all this harangue 3
q Has not our Convention done something
ne to prevent all this!' tlush Breathe no
y, that name again. | do, from my heart
in pity that body of men. They are onl
RS worshippers Of Bachns l do not meal
et those who firmly firmly advocated pro
ks hibition,' and who now blush to know the
S, belong to body of men whose appetit
on conquered them. How many thousand
rs, of gallons of poison were distilled in : th
les les days of grace Why did the Conyentio
n n prohibit the distillation of liquor just ii
the first of January, 1852 Why di