The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1872-10-11
Alice PRESSED her fathers hand as she
"Thank heaven, he was saved !"

Iuuh hCdNtut hO WtNo o"NOes
ga shout went up," repeated the rec.
tor, "A pardon a par don y and the
man, with a rope almost around his
neck, overcome by his feelings, fell
fainting TO the ground. He was re-
moved by his friends from the scene,
and in quiet home they nursed him
lovingly and forgivingly through the
long fit of illness that ensued. They
uttered no reproach, for they well knew
that his poor heart was tortured by the
keenest of all reproaches, self reproach.
When he recovered, taking his precious
child with him, he left the beautiful
shores of England forever,
"He selected a secluded village in
America for his home, and the grace of
God having visited his heart, he studied
for the ministry, and was admitted to
orders. On one subject-for they knew
not his fearful history-the people
among whom he lived, called him era
w and that was the subject of tenn.
perance. His heart was stirred to its
depths, when he saw the monster Drink
raging through the great Republic,
blasting with his fiery breath the sweet
flowers of home; laying bright hopes
low breaking hearts, and destroying
regulations killing the body aud MUIR
dering the soul. This man went forth
the sworn champion of temperance, i'm
ploring men, for the sake of the God
who made them, for the sake Of the
friends who loved them, and for their
own sakes, to break the manacles that
made them slaves, slaves of the most
cruel master under whom poor human
ity ever served.
| "It is this sad history, my child, that
comes to me In warning tones, and says,
Save your daughter, while yet you
may, from the miserable fate of the
drunkard's wife, lest she, too, share the
doom of Alice Medway."
The pale face of Alice Carington
grew still paler, and she asked. in low,
eager tones,
"My father, who was Clarence Med
way ?"
For one moment, the rector of Riv-
ington looked at his daughter then he
said, in tones whose touching pathos
she never forgot,
"Your father, my child, your poor
father.
She sprang from her seat she threw
her arms around her poor fathers neck,
and sobbed out passionately;
"God pity you, my poor, stricken IA
ther."
"He has pitied me, my child, even as
you pity me-"
And the father and daughter sobbed
aloud as they drew nearer to each other
in deepest sympathy and tender
love.
Long years have passed since the rec
tor of Rivington sat in his quiet study
and told this sad story of his life to his
young daughter. No longer young AL
ice Carington sits there alone for her
father has gone TO his eternal rest. Her
mothers history sank deeply into her
heart, as she chose to live single, rath-
er than to become drunkard's wife,
Serene and happy, her days pass In
deeds of gentle mercy, and she sheds
around her the precious perfume of a
pious life. She has folded the iwings oil
silence over her carly love tho re.
membrance of it never disquiets her,
and she daily thanks heaven for giving
her strength to put away from her lips
the glittering cup held by Love, In
whose depths were concealed the dead
ly poison of despair.
Men Of America, God has Civ en- Us
a goodly heritage majestic rivers, lofty
mountains, vast forests, balmy cline
and fruitful soil.
| "Some flowers of Eden we still do inherit.
But the trail of the serpent is over them ALL"
This serpent is Intemperance, that i
trailing its hateful length through thi
fair domain, crushing, as it goes, tn,
beautiful buds of home, witherinl
hopes, and destroying body and SOUL
This serpent, it is that clings to us II
our grand march onward, to stand side
by side with our sister nations, thei
compeer in all save years.
Truly, it is time for the daughters O
America to protest, when her sons ar,
selling their blrthright for mess o
ottage.