Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1862-04-19
THE TWO PORTRA1Ts-.sOBR
TY AND INEBltlTI.
BY p. WILSON, N. D.


TY AND INEBRITI.
BY P. WILSON, ND.
$685.. Landlord, for twain!
Come, let US now these goblets drain.."
"No, by my soul
With scorn I spurn the proitered bowl
The sparkling draught wherein doth dwell
Dread, secret charm, that lures to hell =
Away"
"What list I Alright" 2"
"Aye, verify.
The Wine King, with Sirrocco. breath J
His servants, in the jaws Of Death,
And black damnation, thrusts."
"'Tis true, that we by birth, are free,
Our wishes, this, or that, obey
But why these pleasures thus abstain ?
Why spurn this nectar as thy bane2
Thy words, a ,buuderbolt, dlsarm
Me OF my logic
"'Whyy didst thou say 7-Thoush feebl
drawn,
Now gaze these portraitures upon,
(The limner, quite incompetent
10 give them proper shade, and tint j
Compare the wantOn de oauchee
Along with calm Sobri"sy,-
Thine eyes upon the canvass fixed,
Note we'll the one, the her,-'twxt
he two the diff renee mark ; twill be
Ny strongest argument to thee"
"Ihe sober, temperate man, behold,
Whose Is the happiness untold
Whose is the JOY, happy life,
Devoid of envy, hate, or strife.
"Dwells he in yon inviting cot,
Close by the pearly, babbling brook
A happy home, where plenty smiles.
And crowns contentment as her child
The woodblne creeps the lattice o er,
The hollyhock guards the door,
The blooming rose, the datlodil,
All these, love and refinement tell.
"Dcmestc bliss his task we'll done,
The vesper hours his rural home
A heaven fnd.-Nor hate, nor care,
Nor evil finds adn,ttance there.
His little ones, with childish glee,
Attune the chords Of Melody,
And thrill his honest breast with 10y
His darling girl, his pratling boy.
The little babe-its infant cry,
See, how It's hushed, sweet lullaby -
Loved innocence,-morep pure than gold
Sweet fairy-stamped in Beauties mould
THE wife and mother, does no. ste
Fill, too, his soul with ecstasy?
With queenly grace, domestic pride,
An bel meet she. Alright to guide
Her cHspring-spotless, pure, aud fair
Her lovely charms all imaged there.
"lIs sinews. steel, elastic step,
Wellrounded limbs, his upright gait,
His cheeks the glowing tint OF health
Their bloom ne'er robbed by Bacchus
stealth, y
Each, ev'ry, all, doth tell Alright,
Hyeeia, with her healing might,
Hath blessed, and him baptized.
"Fructiferous, the well.tilled soil,
The golden harvest crowns his toll, -
Rewards his labors, DER and Ger,
With lavish hands, her ample store.
"His rustic bow'r, a fit retreat
For ontemplation, calm and sweet;
Where he, with philosophic eye.
Would Nature hidden laws descry-
Scan round, about, above, below,
Her secret laws and pow RS 10 know
And, wond'ring at such mystery,
Adore the Au,hor-Deity.
"Man-sober, honest, pure, and good
Aye, he the masterpiece of God =
His be the joys. to christians giv'n,
Ills be the christian home in heavn."
4 X
"In yonder low thatched hove, el,-,here,
Whose tottring root, and windows BARE
(Save filthy rags, some broken panes
To mend, and shield from pelting rains.
And cold, and shine, whose rough slab
floor,
With straw and filth is Uttered GER
There, in that rude, degraded spot,
Lives he, the bacchanalian, sot,
Disporting in his sad disgrace
Stall on his family and his race.
"Live, did say? If living, this,
Then better die -.
Behold his beggard fam'ly-see
Their ruin, and their infamy.
Their thread.bare garments, tattered, old,
Protecting not from heat, nor cold,-
Emaciations hollow eye,
Their piteous so5s-beseeching c-y,
Speak but starvaton's horror, dread
o, God! for bread = they cry for bread =
"The infant, on its mothers breast,
Hath calmly sunk itself to rest: -
Aye, sweet repose,-the hushed breath,
But tells it is the sleep Of death
The ocean-tempest, wild, and dark.
Will it not wreck the fragile hark7
Or can :he budding flow'r unfold
Its petals to the frost and cold :?
The mothers tears, ah, who can tell
What love, what sorrow, in them DWELL
They course her turrowed cheeks a. down,
The swollen stream, her griefs to drown.
"Athwart the dew bespangled lea.
She strains her fearful eyes, for aye
He comes not-what doth keep him so :
He should have been here long ago.?
40, father father" food i" they cry,
And clam rous, forth, they to him bic.
In hnp>u va,u H. II