The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1877-11-14


that nature requires liquor. Woe unto men
that are mighty to drink wine, aud men Of
strength to mingle strong drink That does
not sound much like nature requiring any
thing tiiat will mako beast OF mad
would like 10 have the pleasure Of putting Ill
such men into barrel Of rum and thsn let
Thorn leak, lot tile necessarily luxury 81 en-
Through them. II n4ture feq0lres Il Id one
part or the system 4 surely must u al parts;
Aid then tho sad sad Thought tho tSWn hsz
given license to sell this dark beverage 81
hell License 10 send men 10 drunkard's
graves, license % bring sin and misery into
homes where once dwelt luve and harmony,
license 70 cause that mothers heart 10 break
as she sees her only son going down 70 death
and to something worse than death, bringing
disgrace upon the whole family and making
tho innocent suffer with the guilty, license TO
bring the blush Of shame to the children's
cheeks us they witness once loving and In
dulgent father reeling and staggering under
the intiusnce III strong drunk. Who gave this
licenses who is making these widows
aud orphans and leaving unto them their
houses desolatea pray you pause and think
all who are accountable In any way for the
misery which follows intemp erance, or who
lend their influence to license places whore
rum may be dealt out to their fellow men.
"Am | my brother's keeper Yes Chit
dren Of one Father the same almighty hand
that gave you your being gave unto you brother
the same life. Now them are you not bound
by every tie both human aud divine to eatc
for that brother, ard when you sec him rush.
| ing into danger, going headlong into the very
jaws Of death, to pluck him as brand from
the burning, when YOU see him tampefing
with that that You know In your very soul
viii lead to his everlasting destruction, are
you not bound by all that you hold dear both
| in this world and In the world to come, to
snatch him even from the gates of hell. Oh
that the sons and daughters Of earth every
where would give their influence, their tai
ents towards killing and burying the monster
so deep that there could never be any resurrec-
ton.
After | had been staying with my niece
! Jane, about four weeks and had seen all
around the town pretty much, visited At some
ofthe neghbors, and got pretty good In
sight into all the goings on around the vii.
lage, made up my mind 1t was time ! went
| hume.
Sitting one morning darning stockings 4
am a master hand at that,) Jane came flying
in all out Of breath, and throwing herself
down In u chair, exclaimed, Oh aunt II too
bad they can't leavs ycn alone Me, why
mercy child what do you mean, asked in as
constituent. That long, toDaued Mrs. KpowalL
says that you have parted from your husband.
Aud there niece Jane. not another word
said, rising from my chair, as cool as March
wind, it makes no difference to mo what the
idle gossips of Tattletown say. know David
Dixon is not the most pleasant man in the
world to live with, but married him for bet
tor for worse and Intend to stick TO him like
leach, until death divides US as you may
tell Mrs. Knowali with my compliments
went UP to my room packed my trunk and
left Cor Suagglctown that same day, but wlieti
arrived there fouud Lucy aud David had
quarreled and she had gone homo Ia disgust.
Everything looked worse than war, but fix-
ed things up and then thought would write
short history Of my experience while visit
ing.
My niece, can any ono SEE themselves in
the mirfor have been noldIng up?' Those
who pride themselves on detecting the Slight
est faint Of insncerity in those Around them
IL they would look into their own hearts what
would they see? Do they wish to see them
selves as they are In the sight of heaven, In
the sight Of him who searcheth the thoughts
of the heart. " Judge not that ye be not
judged = :. Do unto others as you would they
should do unto yoa." Love your neighbor as
yourself, and mitch, ea,all the gossip Of yoir
town will die away.
Now that have como homo 10 Snagletown
may well say In the words Of the poet
Fare tree we'll, fare well forever,
May meet again.
Fate DEGREES that We must sever
May that hope be not In vain.
JANE DIXON,
Snagletown, Pa.