Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1888-03-30
Written for the Register.l
From Tue and Faithful Subject of Great
and Noble KnQ


and Noble King.
Yes, give us back King Whlskey! We have
slipped away so long
To Martinsburg, to Hagerstown. All! who
can count the throng
OF ardent Whiskey seekers, that, In crowds OF
all alone,
Have left poor, thirsty Shepherdstown 10
kneel before his throne,
Set mn in some more favored spot, some
larger-minded town,
And when we've found our Deity, how we
have cast the crown
or manhood down before him. How we've
drunk our noble fill,
In Wild delirium blessing with foul lips the
sacred still,
TIL blessings turned TO cursings as we'd stag
ger, mutter, reel,
On Gods own image pressing deep the stamp
OF Whiskey's seal.
Yes, we glory in our Whisky! What start
twill bring TO trade,
How fast twill get the money struggling
farmers slowly made.
Work. burdened farmers! Toll and sweat
Then come and bring the best
or all your produce to our Liege. Work! de
can safely rest
And bide his time to trapyou. Only sell your
hard earned store
OF cattle, grain; then try to pass. He'll wait
you at his door
And welcome you so kindly-Ha the sum
that could not meet
At best the years necessities, you'll lay De-
fore his feet.
A few long visits do the work. Is every dol
lar caught?
Then sober down and ponder solemn lessons
he has taught.
Yes, we glory in our Whiskey How our man
" youths will swagger
As they gaily enter bar-rooms, though they
leave with feeble stagger.
Why, they're learning to oe men!! How well
they drink and game and curse,
And all they learn we dare not tell in this,
too modest, verse.
But God-lwhose sight unlimited by narrow
bounds of Time
Has known from all eternity each race oI
every cline
Who knows no future, present. past. but sees
as on a map
From Earth's first lives to those the coming
Ages still enwrap;
Yes, God sees happy. hopeful boys stand close
upon the brink
OF shameful, ruined lives. Thisyear they take
their first proud drink.
He sees them when short decade has brand
ed body, soul
with burning letters. "Drunkard." Sees their
names upon the roll
OF that ilIustrious army, whose dark. lurid
banners wave
Ger Keeling ranks, fast pressing to the drunk
ards loathesome grave.
What matter though our little ones, already
poorly fed,
Are pinched for want of nourishmeht' are
hungry for dry bread?
What matter though the women we have won
to be our wives
With tenderest words, now call on God to
take their wretched lives,
Now sit and brood with shrunken forms, with
hollow. haggard eyes,
on present curses, past clresses? All what
traitrous lies
Those promises Of love, of care, that once
seemed deep and true.
Poor Fools When Whiskey intervenes can
We give thought 10 you?
Don't quarrel with your chosen lords. Don !
murmur and complain,
We will beat and even kill you when King
Whiskey heats the brain.
Don't cry and whimper. Smooth your. faces
Do not, dare not, rouse
The temper rather worsted by long de-
bauchcd carouse
Move lightly at your duties when the drunk
ards slumber steep
Our noble senses. Do your work right softly
you weep.
Yes, we have won King WhiSkey, we hav
conquered in the fight
And She pherdstown can proudly boast of
holding to the right,
For might makes right. our conqueror has
got you safe and fast,
Old temperance. Sobrlety, recede into the
past.
Forgetting, in one grand result, all difference
of races,
Toward our King we firmly set our faithful,
loyal faces.
And how his heart rcjoices, for he knows
who'll save each cent
To enrich his heavy Golfers, though unpaid
their bills and rent
Then welcome welcome, Whiskey, for no
burning tongue can utter
The joys you will give MS though we wind up
up in the gutter;
Or wallow with more privacy within the sa-
cred walls
OF home. \ glorious spectacle that sickens
and appalls
Our trembling children. Let them hide their
eyes. for tears are vain
To move II Whskey hardened heart. Hurrah
for Whiskcys reign !!
TO PATRONS OF GRADED SCHOOL.