Litchfield enquirer., 1875-01-21
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awoke from his drunken slumbers, and with faint show show of parental author itY commanded silence. This. and with the threats which accompanied it, so aroused the demon in the breasts of the two eldest sons, that they flew at their helpless father, and dealt blow after blow on his defenceless head; and, but that their brother and mother intefered, would have murdered him on the spot. As it was. he was sorely wounded, and the pa- tient martyr mother, was dashed, while faintlng, from the room, and lay bleeding in the hall!
 Her youngest son, less wild than his brothers, attempted to revenge the wrong done her, when a scene enSued which could not be rivalled in North Street or at the Five Points for brutality. The fla ther and his sons engaged in promiscu- ous fight, making the tasteful parlor a scene of horrible bloodshed! The ser wants, we'll used to such scenes, removed their mistress to her room; and soon the noise ceased, and the stiffness of death reigned in the porlor, now turned into 8 dormitory for the debased men.
 When the morning broke, the sun look ed i'll on the scene of those fearful orgies, and disclosed the work of the night. Thousands of dollars worth of pictures, marbles and bronZes had been destroyed by drunken violence! The legs of chair had been thrust through the canvas of a matchless Titan. Venus had lost her head by a fall from her pedestal; Ju- piter's face was marred, and Juno ruined! What were the marvels of the brush or the chisel to these infuriated madmen? If they had no pity on the mother who bore them, what cared they for cold marble and senseless bronze?
 The two younger sons were terribly crushed and humiliated when they saw their desolation, and heard the moans of their mother. But the rage ot the father and his eldest son was reused anew at the sight of each other; and. exhausted as they were, they sprang up afresh like tigers, and fought like prize fighters; till the mother was forced to send for her neighbors to separate them, and finally for sheriff, to imprison her first-born, lest he might kill his father Then, in the wild confusion of that aw- full day, the youngest son, not yet eight cen years old, plead with his mother to send him at once to the Inebriate Asylum, that she might, perchance, have one son to stand by her to the last
 But the father, who now held all her property in his hands. refused to ''waste money on asylums, adding, eff the boy isn't fool, he can take care of himself, as do!'
 And the poor boy, who was struggling in his letters, cried out: ''Let me go as 8 paupe-, then-only save me from the smell of brandy and wine."
 To-day the man of mercy at the head of that asylum Is helping the poor boy, in Gods name, to crush the foe, and to rise in the strength of new manhood to do his work in life
 Satan. in going to and fro and up and down Ill the earth, inspired one of his emissaries to establish distillery so near that the fumes of his poison reached the lungs, and killed the feeble efforts at re- form, of these wrecked gentlemen
 "Ruin' is written on the dwelling; fo1 everything, but Nature and the mothers love, has fallen to decay there. Money and land are melting away like snow be- heath the sun; and when this poor wo- fall man shall into the rest of the grave her husband and sons will very soon be paupers
 Can the dens of poverty and ignorance show a deeper degradation than this? Is there no danger for men of wealth and culture, and for their children? Is it not time that the churches of God-the mightiest power in the land-rise strong in the might of their great leader, and lay this foe of humanity in the dust?
 Let us get help from politicians, if we can; but let us not rely on it, in this war fare; for there are politicians, not few, who would sell soul for every vote; but let us rely on our power with the God of battles, and call nightly on Him to crush this foul foe of humanity, and to break His power in nigh, as we'll as in low places.
 Let those who pray, ask Gods pity fol that broken hearted mother, who is now living in hourly peril of her life, and who yet refuses the shelter of her early home, in the sad hope that she may yet save the souls of her husband and her sons.
 Was there ever earthly sorrow like unto her sorrow?
 4 WORD To REPUBLICANs.-We trust that the President and the Republican members of Congress will not make the