The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1883-09-12

| guments from facts, and l illustrate my
argument by facts. It occurred in your
own state, in the city of Norwich, when
MIR. buckingham, who has left 30 grand q
reputation behind him, was the mayor of
that city. l spoke in the lsrgerailroad
depot had very large audience. Mr..
buckingham presided at the meeting. /
knew whom | had in that house, and at
the conclusion of my speech l said !:
Ladies and gentlemen, Mrs. Faulkner is
well known to many in this house. She
IS crippled woman widow. Her only
son became incorporate, and she told me,
When he signed the pledge my heart
was glad.' He said to her: "Desr
mother, | am going to get out of the way
OF temptation. / know my own weak.
ness. | am not going to stay among the
boys. am going off," He was gone
two years. Good things were heard
OF him, and then there came letter to
his mother Il am coming home to spend
Thanksgiving with YOU MY boy com.
ing home for Thanksgiving He shall
have a Thanksgiving dinner, though
there be but two. He shall have the
turkey and chicken, and pie and custards.
lie shall have everything as if there were
score of us my boy and l. He came
home on the night before thanksgiving,
and drove up to tavern kept by man
named Parsons. He went into the bar
room. There were his old companions.
Hello, Fred Faulkner. How are you
Ha ha ha hal' How are you Char
LEI "Take something to drink ?" al
don't want anything" "Take it. It's
the night before Thanksgiving, Faux
ner." al tell you don't want it. have
come home to see my mother, and when
1t gets little darker, will go round to
the back door and surprise the old lady,"
Then Mr.. Parsons steps up. "Hs ha
ha ha ha man. If | was man six
feet tall, and as broad in proportion as
you are, and as big a coward as you are,
L would go into theology" "Who's
coward 2 I am not a coward" " Yes You
are. Afraid of glass of liquor. Ha
ha ha ha ha Fred Faulkner is afraid
OF glass of liquor" "No; I am not
afraid. | told my mother l wouldn't
drink" ooh he's afraid of his mother"
"Don't chaff me If you say am afraid,
to show you l am not, if you agree not
to ask me to take another glass, III do
it," He took one glass, and another, and
another, and another, and about mid
night he staggered out into the barn and
was found there in the morning dead. He
was carried to his mothers house on
plank with butfalo-robe thrown over the
body. ooh, he shall have Thanksgiving
dinner. My boy Frederick is coming home
to his old. crippled mother for Thanks
giving" Yes, brought over by Solomon
Parsons. When he came Mrs. Faulkner
said "Mr. Parsons you have been SELL
ing my boy liquor" "Mrs. Faulkner"
said he, D." / didn't know it was your son."
"You did; you knew that was Fred
erick Faulkner, the only son of an old
crippled widow; and you killed my boy"
"Mrs. Faulkner, that is pretty hard lam
guagel" She said to me- "God forgive
me. laid my hand on the dead face of
my boy and I lifted my finger and
cursed him. He turned as white as
sheet and left the house." After relating
the story said: Ladies and gentlemen,
Solomon Parsons, the man who staggers
through life under the weight of that old
woman's curse is in this house, and sits
over there, and he keeps grog shop in
your city. Rout him out |" He had
license under the law, but the public
routed him out within three days, bar,
boxes, bottles. barrels and everything else.
They said: " You can't stay here" That
is public sentiment.--John B. Cough.