The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1884-06-13
The People of Blangbourne.

The People of Blangbourne.
In lonely spot, away up among the noun
tains, lies the borough of Blangbourne. One
said to another one day, the people here are
as dead as door nail upon the temperance
question, for if you shake up key of the
iron pins they will rattle and clatter for
awhile, and then subside, until another living
element communicates an impetus to them.
Just SO, the people of Blangbourne. The
other replied, Hold on hold on my friend,
not SO fast, if you please; the W. G. T. o.
are numbered among the people of BLANC
bourne, and they are a live issue. Oh! ali!
indeed! live issue? They have abolished
all the drinking places, then, except the pub
lie pumps and the soda water fountains? Ye
gods. Would that my willing lips dare fash
ion the magic words, yea, yea; but nay nay
not yet-a little longer time to wait and
watch, and pray The w. G. T. u, however,
are set of earnest workers. Organized but
short time ago, comparatively speaking, they
have done all that lay within their power to
do All of these women have household du-
ties to perform, and families to look after,
while some of them do not enjoy robust
health, and are therefore unable to take
very active part. They are crippled too, in
their efforts, for want of means With the
wealth of Ormus and of Ind, they would rev.
olutionize the whole state, nor would they
stoop to buy votes, nor bride legislatures. l
- >oI hot
like Cesar, are ambitious and work for glory.
Oh! come thou with me and judge of the
laurels awaiting the brow of temperance toll
ers Cruel thorns pierce the feet, and pois-
onous vines, as we'll as sweet flowers are
gathered in the garland that the victor carries
from the field of battle Come with me.
We will call first upon Mr. Ursus Major. The
moment we state our mission the glare of the
tiger is in his eye. He opens his mouth, and
in tones BETTING the master to his dog, he
shouts, II can pretty soon tell you what L
think of you; hate you and your work with
which I have no sympathy" He would have
said "Begone :" but sense of decency con-
strained him. We do not tarry for such a
gracious adieu. We will go around to find
Mr.. Lordly Usibepu. He is gentlemanly in
appearance, and dignifed in bearing; per-
haps we shall have better luck this time. We
find him at home, and after an exchange of civ
lities he says "Oh you little draffy gad-fy, long
have laid in wait for you and now that you
are caught firm and fast within my castle
walls, spared you shall not be. Lashed and
thrashed you shall be; not whole BONE
nor a sound item shall be left in your body
Strange eyes are looking on and strange ears
are listening, but SO much the better for my
purpose. Your activity in this work is dis
pleasing in my sight. I do not like the flag
you hoist, its colors are different from my
own. Your efforts, if successful, will ruin
my business. Your hope is in the next gen.
GRAFTON; not in this. F."
Still alive, we crawl about, to find Mr.. Joe
Brunter, end Mr. Chestnut Burr, and Mr.
Moses Nettles, all of whom are greatly dis
comfted upon hearing temperance tunes from
a soprano trumpet, and could scarcely be
civil. We do not care to Gull further bios
SONS from such a field as this, and turn away,
but 10 behold here we receive an account
of Mrs. Tender-hearts experience in her in
terview with Mr.. Ursus Minor. Wrapping
himself in his cloak of self-righteousness,
he declared he would have nothing to do
with a woman SO ready to fall in with such
new tangled fancies. The old ways, he as
serted, were plenty good enough for him, and
he should stick to them as long as he lived.
Whereupon poor Mrs. Tender-heart went
home to weep and pray for Mr.. Ursus Minor
and yet more jealousy for the temperance
cause. And this is what you call glory All!
it is glory that of the battle field the sabre
thrust, the bayonet wound, the forced march
through winters snow and summers sun re-
wings, jeerings, gibes and prosecutions.
There is consolation, however, for these 1t
is in the hope that the propitious scythe of
Circumstance shall NOW down the bitter
weeds of prejudice that choke the better
growths, and that the mellowing influences of
kindly Father Time shall break down the bar
riers that check the forward march of true,
earnest hearted, whole soued women ***
Woodstown, N. J.