The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1874-03-20
GIVE ME BACK MY HUSBAND.

Not many year since, a young married
couple from the fast anchored isle
sought our shores with the most sanguine
anticipations of prosperity and happiness
They had begun TO realize more than they
had seen in the visions of hope when, i'll
an evil hour, the husband was tempted
TO look upon the wine when il is red"
and to taste of it .'when ii gives its color
in the cup. The charner fasten'd around
his victim all the serpent spells of its sor-
Gerry, and he fell, and at every step of his
rapid degradation from the man TO the
brute, and downward, a heart string
broke in the bosom OF his companion
Finally. with the iast spark of hope flick
ering on the altar of her heart, she thread
ed her way into one of those shambles
where man is made such Il thing as the
beasts of the field below at. She press
ed her way through the bacchanalian
crowd who were reveling there in their
own ruin. With her bosom full of that
perilous stuff that preys upon the heart,
she stood before the plunderer of her nus
bands destiny and exclaimed in tones of
startling anguish:
''Gi1e me back my husJGndr'
There's your husband" :" said the man,
as he pointed toward n PROSTATE wretch.
''Th0t my hatsbdHdf What have you
done TO him! That my hHsbGndt What
have you done to that noble form that
once, like giant oak, held its protecting
shade over the fragile vine that clung TO
it for support and shelter! That my hUS-
GdHdl With what torpid chill have you
touched the sinews of that manly arm?
That mig huSJdHd2 What have you done
TO that once noble brow, which he wore
high among his fellows, as if it bore the
superscription of the God-head! That
nag huSbdnd2 What have you done to
that eye with which he was wont to look
erect upon heaven, and see in his mirror
the image of his God. What EgyptiGH
drug have you poured into his veins, and
turned the ambling fountains of the
heart into black and burning pitch. GiUe
me back my husJdHd! Undo your basi
lisk spells and give back the man that
stood with me by the altar
The ears of the TIImseller, ever since
the first demijohn of the burning liquid
was opened on our shores. have been sa-
luted at every stage of the traffic with
just such appeals a. this Such wives,
such widows and mothers, such fatheIe
less children as never mOuTned in Israel
at the massacre of Bethlehem, or at the
burning of the temple. have cried in his
ears, morning. night and evening" ''Gice
me back my huSbdHdr' ''GiUe me back my
JDyr ''Gice me back my bTOtherr'
But has the rulnseIler been cOnfounded
or speechless at these appealsi No; not
lie. He could show his credentials at
moments notice, with proud defiance.
He always carried in his pocket written
absOlution for all he had done. and could
do, in his work of destruction. He hdd
bought letter IF iHduigeHce-I mean
LICENSE; precious instrument, signed
and sealed by an authority stronger and
more respectable than the POpe's. He
eoIQoumied! Why the IchOie artillery IF
cicd pOJCer JCGS ready To open en- his de-
.fenSe and support!
Thus shielded by the agis of the law
he had nothing 10 fear from the enemies
of his traffic. He had the image and su-
prescription of Caesar, or his credentials,
and unto Caesar lac appealed; and unto
Caesar, too, his victims appealed, but they
appealed N VAIN,