Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1867-07-17

might as well leave behind all hope of
material independence.
Yonder hillside, carpetcd with natures s
green velvet, is crowned with the happy
farmers castle Here the king of the soil
nightly gathers his little brace of angelic
with one that makes his home
radiant with sunshine and joy his cattle
are peacefully chewing their cuds in yon-
der grove. vocal with the singing of birds
and bleating of focks. His acres arc
waving with sweetest clover. or green with
early corn and wheat; nor weeds, nor
tares In autumn, his capacious barus
shall be stuffed with the golden harvest,
while his cellar, filled with he richest
bounties Of a generous soil, would detain
an emperor to partake of its hospltalities.
Has not this man, by dint of industry.
frugality and temperance, raised himself
and his family. high above the piercing
tooth of biting poverty, into the realm of
natures broadest liberty And yet, tbs
not the crops, the cattle, the houses nor
the labd5, that guarantee his independ-
ence, for by food, or fire. or flaw of title,
all mig ght be swept away in one dircful
day. 1t is based on the more enduring
foundation Of physical health and strength,
won by honest toll. aud sold character,
formed by long years of temperance, fru-
gality, and cheerful obedience to the san
itary laws of nature and of God, 80 that
he carries III his body the s,rength, in his
brain the intelligence, aud in his heart
tho moral force to rebuild other houses,
reconstruct other barns. and reproduce
other forms Yea, such man carries in
his very self, houses, lands and gold; and
with his magic arm he has only to strike
like Moses, and the waters Of wealth will
freely flow, and speedily engulf the mon
ster want.
Crowded into yondcr sterile bank squats
a rough boarded hut, in which wife and
mother once beautiful and blooming is
Wearing away the burdensonc remnant Of
her blasted and withercd life; her chill
dren ragged, filthy, diseased, arc crawling
up into life ab0nt her, like sickly weeds
in the shade of that dismal hut. Ms you
pass, there totters out husband aud a
father. like a demon from the tombs !;
driven out by starvation, he walks the
street with blood shot eye and body pick
led in poison, a moving, reekiDg mass of
corruption, cursing the day that gave him
birth. Literally dead above the shoul-
ders, he knows no claim or law but that
of physical want.
Caesar tells us that the ancient German
recklessly gambled away His liberty ; and
so, in the prime of manhood this unfortu-
nate wretch gambred away his physical
strength and beauty, bartered his industry
and temperance, sold His character and
integrity for Heavy, corroiing chain to
bind himself and family in perpetual sla-
very to merciless want.
lntemperance made this man slave to
nature; temperance made that man the
master Of nature. The one, is an illustra-
tion Of the idea that independence and
in the realm of the physical
man, are twin giants; the other, that
when intemperance comes in at one door,
flies out at the other. But
ten years ago, these two characters were
peers on the comnon plane of life. TO
day. in the one picture, there is despair,
darkness and eternal death f; in the other,
hobo, sunshine and eternal life. In the
one case there was management in the
other mismanagcmcnt. The one had been
a Good Templar from his youth the 9th
er was too proud to ask the help of friends
to check or subdue his passions. Young
man, beware. beginnings are the same !;
It's ends that differ" Yours is the
choice, yours the poverty or the wealth
the bondage or the freedom, the glory or
the shame. WHY you be a galley slave to
row anothcr's boat through the dismal
marsh Of life. while stronger. freor arm
shall man the sail, and guide the helm,
and crack the masters whip about your
bending, bleeding form, to gain swifter,
stronger stroke from your over.straihcd
muscle? Or will you be fearless, skill
full mariner. sailing your own gallant
bark, laden with yoar own rich argosy,
manning your own sail, and guiding
your own Helm with the Good Templar's s
compass III one hand, and the chart of
heaven i'd tho other?
Young lady, do you desire to know
whether the sky of your future is span
ned with the rainbow of hope, and mel
low and golden like tho going down Of
the autumnal sun OF whether you shall
he locked for life in the nauseating en-
brace of human sponge filled with un-
cleanues aud corruption Seek no fort