The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1868-06-16
MISCELLANY.
"Use Little Wine for thy Stomacb's
Sake.'

sake" said Timothy; but do we not read
in different part Of the same book,
"Winc is n mocker, strong drink is raging,
and whosoever is deceived thereby is not
wise ?" 'l,c not among wine-blbbers.
for the drunkard and the glutton shall
come to poverty, and drowsiness shall
clolhe n man with rags" "Who hath
sorrow? Who hath contentious Who
hath babblng? Who hath wounds with
out causci Who hath redness of eyes
They that tarry long at the wine they
go TO scel' mixed wines" Look not
upon the wine wien it is red, when it
is red, when it givcth its color in the cup,
when it movcth itself Alright at last it
biteth like serpent and stingeth like an
adder"
If these commands of warning were
quoted as often, and were impressed upon
the peoples hearts as Timothy's 81 sc n
little etc, is, what suffering would be
avoided How many thousands of hu
man beings who are to-day in hell wrought
by themselves, how many thousand wives,
mothers, sisters, of these wrctchcd crca-
lures, Who are in hell wrought FOR them
by those who should make them happy,
would be happy and contented if every
one, when they took tho fatal first glass, :
was 10 remember that sat last it bieth
like serpent and stngeth like an adder"
Oh. that this could be impressed upon
every youths mind Would that all,
just starting in life, could see the desolate
firesides, the blasted hopes and blasted
aspirations, the immense army of starving
widows, with furnishing children implor-
ingly raising their hands to the great AL
mighty, crying for whercwilhal TO sustain
life Would that they could see the
thousands of wrecks Of all ages and con-
ditions, bloated wretches with scarcely n
semblance of humanity, and they would
shrink back appalled, they would ask,
what has caused all this misery ard dcgra-
dation! Drink, the damning drink that
is perhaps now coursing through thy
veins!
Deny it not; do you not believe it
Come with me, young men and young
women; leave your nice homes where
there is everything TO please the senses,
and descend with me into the lowest
depths OF crime and poverty; come where
vice hides its head amid the filth until
darkness comes and then stalks abroad
filling the air with lamentations.
wish to show you before You return
to your happy home, and may it so fasten
itself on your heart that you will from
tins day be found among the faithful few
who taste not, touch not, the accursed
thing.
Within dark and gloomy cell walks
with restless step young man; young is
he in years, but old in crime In the
cell with him are two gentlemen, who,
10y their garb, hy their solemn micn, pro-
claim themselves clergymen They have
been with him since early morn and il is
now far into the night. They have la
bored with him, for to morrow he dies
What, so young, just in the morning of
life, seeming in good health he dies SO
the judge said with the black cap above
his brow.
"Iou shall be taken from prison and
hanged by the neck until you are dead,
and may the Lord have mercy on your
soul"
Solemn words how they have been
ringing in his ears since. And to.mor-
row was the day his honor had set, nj
twelve o'clock Tomorrow he was TO be
hanged by the neck until he was dead
Would the Lord have mercy on his soul
Would tho Governor send reprieve
All, that was n much more importan
question to his mind just then thar
whether the Lord would have mercy OF
his soul or not.
He continues TO repulse the men whc
have been praying for him; lie says:
"There is no need for all this; an
not going to die; the Governor will n
least send reprieve, perhaps a pardon.
How his heart leaps at the word par
don! 1t means life and liberty; il mean
the bright blue sky, the glorious sun, tn
fair world again. 1t means freedom
freedom from this hated place, freedom
from those fearful sounds of carpenterin
which proclaim that his death structur
is being reared.
Hark there's knock at the door
late as it is the-out of pity, for they ar
but men-have admitted n visitor VIII
is itl His mother! Oh, what a worl
of suffering that face reveals, blanched {
snowy whiteness, whittier even than III
locks that hang in confusion about he
face. She totters forward. lie sprin!
eagerly forward to meet her with hoT
depicted upon his countenance he catcl
es one glance and knows that on IL
morrow he as surely dies as that the 81
will rise-the sun which he will ga,
upon for the last time. She catches hi
in her outstretched arms, and in n broke
: voice exclaims
My son, my darling boy, my only cbil
he would not grant my petition, he won
not listen TO my prayers. On bend'
3. knee prayed for you, my only son, but
!, prayed in vain. Yes," she said wi
calmness that was more fearful than Il
= loudest shrieks, "yes, he refused my pray
prayed in vain"
Then her calmness gave way. reas
Il was dethroned, and they led her away
: -aviDg maniac. And he, who was to 81