Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1870-07-21
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Eempsrauee,
Sad End ofTfpnI.rs

What unlocked for mischief comes of
drinking customs. Lately a young
woman Knocked at our door. Her pooi
clothes were all draggled in the mire.
and the traces ofa nights debauch were
visible in her otherwise comely conn
tenace: 1t was sad to see her, but sad
der still her story. She rose on the
morning before, decent servant. with
wages, and character. ahd yirtue and
self-respeet, the respected child of res
pecta6le parents. She was afraid To
lace them; and now she stood a lost:
shameless creature, begging for pity
and shelter. She left her place, and on
her way to another she met with some
companions; they persuaded her to taste
a little spirits, and then a little more.
TILL hrst maddened, and then stupefied
Win drink, she became insensible, and
woke yVG, To md herself robbed and ruined.
Wnat revolution drink and these four
and twenty hours had wroupht in bar
history! 1t reminds US of stone which
our hand has loosed OH the bIlI-si,Ie IL
moves little, then, caught bv a turf
OF grass or bush of heather, it halts an
instant, then moves again, and now
"egins TO roll slowly, then quickly, then
1t flies, then it leaps mad-like. till at
length it .thunders down on some rock
below, and is shivered into hundred
fragments.
twenty years ago, while clergyman
was sitting at his book, on a beautiful
summer afternoon, he heard a foot on
the gravel, and saw the shadow ofa
passenger on the glossy leaves and
beautiful flowers of china rose-bush.
which served as his window screen.
The servant came to say that one call
ing himself on old college acquaintance
was in the kitchen; and therefor he
declined to enter the room-in old rusty
black, out at the knees and elbows, with
long beard, stood beggar-in whose
haggard face he traced the features of
one whom he had known as a most
accomplished student, the pride of his
parents and family, and once the envy
of many. Degraded in his own eyes,
he would not lift up his head, nor speak.
nor stay, but clutching at the offered
charity, he hurried off-a man who
might have adorned pulpit. now a
wage bond on the earth, cast off by all
his friends to die by dyke side, and be
laid with no regrets, in a drunkard's
grave.
But three weeks ago, on going up King
Street, sudden start and rapid turning
away of face called our attention to
one who had reached the lowest infamy.
In her swollen and bloated features we
recognized one whom we had known in
better days, and had last seen when,
five years ago, friend prayed beside
her mothers dying bed, in the garret
story of house on Young Street. From
her childhood she had been the widows
best earthly comfort-the little eve
lamb of her bosom-and we heard her
mother, who blessed God for the fair
opening of that flower, tell, with tears
ofjoy in her eyes, how Mary sang her
hymns and with what power she pray
ed to God in their lonely home. Happi-
ly now for her, the mother lies at rest
in the lowly church-yard; but her
Mary, who, from Sabbath-schools schol-
ar had grown up into a Sabbath-school
teacher, walks on King Street another
victim added to the thousands, whose
first fall often dates from festive seasons,
who begin with glass and end with
a bottle.-l Tribune.