The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1877-08-10
'Do rot then stand idly. waiting,
Do not fear T. do Or dare,
a&Itvo,, want a fisld oflabor Fsa ~
You eau find it anywhere"


j.. MARIETTA sent large delegation to The
MONDAY Baptist Association at Sardis last
Sunday, who were much pleased with the exer-
cises and the hospitable people. r4essak
The following beautiful poem is taken from
1.-THE Gem" spicy little sheet published in At
lanta by j. G. Thrower and w. o. H. Sheps
herd. 1t is the same poem with which Col,
Hickman SO delighted his audiences daring his
Temperance Campaign here; and thinking that
some of our readers wonld like TO hear it again
we insert it here t f.&iA&4NNs
THE DRUNKARD's DREAM.
The drunkard dreamed of his old retreat,
OF his cozy place in the tap room seat
The LIQUOR CLEANED in his gloating eye
AS his lips to tile sparkling glass drew nigh !;
lie lifted it up with an eager glance,
And sang as he saw the bubbles Dance
+, Ali ha! ] am myself again.
Here's truce TO care, adien to PAIN
. Welcome the glass with its creamy foam,
Farewell to work and mopy home,
With Jolly crew and flowing bowl, 81. a..-l Z
In bar.room pleasures love to roll.
Like a flash there came to the dIunkard's side
His angel child that that night had died
1t looked so gentle, sweet and fond
As it touched the glass with its little wand;
Aad oft as he raised the glass to drink
/, Itsilently tapped or IT. tFsn1bling brink
Till the drunkard shock lrem foot to crown
And set the untasted goblet down.
"Aye! man, cried tbs host what meaneth
this ~ =
is the covy lsick, or the dram amiss?
Cheer up, lad quick the bumper quatf!'
And he giared around with fendish laugh.
The drunkard raised the glass once more =
And looked at its depths, as so oft before,
But shud.lered to sec ON its pictured foam
The face Of his dead little child at home.
Then again the landlord at him sneered,
And the swagging crowd ofdrunkards jeered.:
But oft as be raised the glass to drink
The wand Of his dead one tapped the brink
The landlord gasped, ] swear, my man,
You shall drink every drop of that flowing
can. ~
The drunkard bowed to the quiviug brim,
Though his heart beat fast and his eyes grew
But the wand struck harder than before,
And the glass was dashed on. the bar-room
floor.
All around tsss ring th y fragments lay =T'
And the poisonous current rolled away.
The drunkard awoke: his dream was gone /;
His bed was bathad In the light ofmorn,
But he saw, as he shook with cold. sad fear,
A beautiful angel hoYering near;
lie arose, but that seraph was nigh him still:
1t stayed his passion and swayed his will.
1t dashed from his lips the maddening bowl
And victory gave to his raiisomed soul.
And this is the prayer he plays Away,
And this Is the prayer let US help him pray,
That angels may come in every land
To dash the cup from the drunkard's hand.
-WHAT has become of the Young Mems
Literary Association. Once ii was an institu-
ton of which any city might be proud, nobles
band, a higher ornament, Marietta never had,
and yet 80 little do her citizens appreciate it,,
that it distinguishing almost beyond hope Of re-
covery. Mothers the hall Of this society is a
place where your sons could spend their even
ings in pleasant and profitable manner, far
beyond the reach of temptation Will you al
low it to perish for single word Of encourage
ment Strong men aronsein your might and
protect from the ruthless hand of the destroyer,
Members of the Society guard it in your
strength for It is treasure, cherish it and it
will be your glory ardyour shield. Follow its
teachings and writing your name there upon
the walls ofthe Temple of Fame, where the
brightest beams of Glory's Sun shall emblazon
every character, it shall transmit your name,
and swell'yosi praise.
--SRvERALo Of the Cenyers bloeds- spent@last
Sunday in ourseity--Orsr ather one mile east Of
the city. They seemed to enjoy their visit very
much and we shall expect them again soon.