Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1869-04-23
What Stimulants shall we Use:

George d. Prentice has contributed
largely 10 the gems that sparkle in our
English literature. This, upon stimu-
lants, may be placed among the golden
sayings of Pythagoras There are
times when the pulse lies low in the Boz
som and beats low in the veins; when
the spirit sleeps the sleep, which, appa-
rently, knows no waking, in its house of
clay, and the window shutters are closed,
and the door is hung with the invisible
Grape of melancholy; when we wish the
golden sunshine pitchy darkness, and
very willing to fancy clouds where no
clouds be- This is a state of sickness
when physic may be thrown to the dogs,
for we will have none of it. What shall
raise the sleeping Lazarus /? What shall
make the heart beat music again, and
the pulses dance to it through all the
myriad thronged halls in our house of
life What shall make the sun kiss the
eastern hills again for US, with all his old
awakening gladness, and the night over
flow with moonlight, music, love, and
flowers ? Love itself is the great slim
ulant-the most intoxicating of all-and
performs all these miracles; but it is a
miracle itself, and is not money-chan-
ger, we assure you.
"Men have tried many things, but
still they ask for stimulants-the stimu.
liant we use, but require the use of more.
Men try to drown the floating dead of
their own souls in the wine-cup, but the
corpse will rise. We see their faces in
the bubbles. The intoxication of drink
sets the. world whirling again, and the
pulses playing music, and the thoughts
galloping, but the fast clock runs down
sooner, and the unnatural stimulation
only leaves the house it fills with the
widest revelry-more silent, more sad,
more deserted, more dead.
"There is only one stimulant that nev-
err fails, and yet never ntoxicates-Duty.
Duty puts a blue sky over every man
up in his heart may be--into which the
sky-lark, Happiness, always goes singing"
--.--saS--------
ToBAcco MoNEY.-A hard working
man, returning from his day labor with
a fiower-pot containing brilliant fuchsia
under his arm, was met by fellow
workman with a &c Good day." but who
at the Same time made some light re-
mark about this propensity. They
don't eat nor drink, bless EN-" was the
reply of the other; " and it does me and
my wife good to look at 'em." He made
no farther remark and his Deighbor re
placed his short black pipe in his mouth,
and passed on; but he inwardly said that
this was 4 portion Of his rum and to-
baceo money. He bad several beautiful
plants and choice chromos in his house;
and he knew that his love of the beauti-
full cost him far less than his neighbours
love of tobacco. Then his gain was
much the greatest. The smoker would
gain a hot, dry mouth. foul breath,
yellow teeth, sallow skin, dull eyes,
drowsiness and headache, even if he did
not drink. The other would gain the
sweet breath of the flower, and the cheer
ing presence of the picture; and gladden.
his wife and children by bringing them
such Beautiful things instead of being
wished out of doors with his nasty to-
bacco-smoke and disgusting spittle. He
is not the richest who makes the most
money; but he who. makes what he has
produce the the most happiness, and ca
ter to the most refined and delicate tastes.