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From the S. C. Temperance Standard.
WOMAN’S MISSION.
Say not that Woman’s smile is vain,
To help this glorious cause,
Which checks the drunkard in his course,
And gently bids him pause—
They say ’tis out of place for us
To join with hardy men —
That modesty should hide its face
And shrink from mortal ken.
Ah no! to rescue fallen Man
Is surely Woman’s place;
’Tis our’s the suffering, our’s the woe,
That flows from his disgrace!
Oh! if I thought, one poisoned glass
Would to the earth he hurled,
I'd sign my name ten thousand times,
And shout it to the World!
CLARA.
“WATCH, MOTHER!”
Mother! watch the little feet
Climbing o’er the garden wall,
Bounding through the busy street,
Ranging cellar, shed and hall,
Never count the moments lost,
Never mind the time it costs;
Little feet will go astray,
Guide them, mother, while you may.
Mother! watch the little hand
Picking berries by the way,
Making houses in the sand,
Tossing up the fragrant hay.
Never dare the question ask,
“Why to ine this weary task?”
These same little hands may prove
Messengers of light and love.
Mother! watch the little tongue
Prattling, eloquent and wild,
W hat is said, and w hat is sung,
By the happy, joyous child.
Catch the word while yet unspoken,
Stop the vow before ’tis broken;
This same tongue may yet proclaim
Blessings in a Savior’s name.
Mother! watch the little heart
Beating soft and warm for you;
Wholesome lessons now impart;
Keep, oh keep that young heart true.
Extracting every weed,
Sowing good and precious seed;
Harvest rich, you then may see,
Ripening for eternity.
gwjtfruwe*
A TEMPERANCE STORY.
BY CARRIE, OF DOVER.
It was Sunday morning—the sun was shining
brightly, and a slight breeze russelled the leaves
which were thickly strewn over the ground. We
had just finished breakfast, when Charles S., ahoy
of about 12 years old, entered the parsonage, breath
less with haste, and with the tears streaming thick
and fast down his cheeks. We gathered around him
with childish curiosity and ready sympathy, for
Charlie was a great favorite among the children; but
he quickly, utmost rudely, pushed through the circle,
calling loudly for Mr. D. My father soon made his
appearance, and Charlie, the instant that he caught
sight of him, cried, “Come, sir; O, come, my father
is dying!” Mr. D. hurried on his hat and cloak, and
hastened with Charlie to his home; it was but a
few steps just on the other side ot the church. We
remained standing where they had left us, astonish
ed.
The news soon spread through the village that
Mr. T. was dying. Mr. T. was known and esteemed .
all through the State, not only for his piety, he was j
an elder in the church, hut he was the (treat Tem- ,
Iterance man ; many a man now sitting in his own
house with a happy family around him, but for Mr.
TANARUS., would have long since filled a drunkard’s grave ; j
they knew it, and were grateful. No wonder, then,;
that after the morning set vice a crowd collected
-about the door of Mr. T.’s house, waiting to ascer- ‘
tain whether he was dead or not. The Doctor was
standing by his patient's bedside, expecting every
moment to be his last; when suddenly Mr. T. ralli- j
ed. he raised himself up in bed. and said, “Doctor, i
§)ft>otc}> to oumpnmfc, literature, General Intelligence, anb (lie latest tletns.
go out and hi ing iti-sc people all in here, l have
something to say to them.” The Doctor thought it
best to grant h.s request, and in a few moments the
room was filled b\ hi friends; as thee looked Oil
his wasted form and .sunken features, they wept, and ,
wished his enemies could have seen him then; for
he had enemies, and hitter ones too; stub a lirut,
steady upholder of the I cuipeianee cause as lie was,
will never he without them until the time come when
a grog-shop shall be a thing unknown, and drunk
ards will never he heard of except in stories of the
past.
“My friends,’’ said Mr. TANARUS., “in a few moments
more 1 shall die-—hut 1 want to say a little to you
now, on the great subject for which 1 have labored
all my life. Many of you have often expressed a
wonder that 1 was so active iu the temper ineecause,
and so violent in my hatred of all kinds of drunken
ness.
“Listen, and I will tell you. I wasborn in a coun
try village, poorer, smaller, and more filled with
drunkenness of every kind, than any other 1 ever
saw. My father and mother were both drunkards.
1 had many brothers and sisters, but the only one I
loved, really and truly loved, was inv sister Lucy,
and her 1 idolized. We were searoelv ever separa
ted for a moment, not even in the night; for in a
drunkard’s family', the children sleep any where, and
in the winter time the more together the warmer.—
For a while we went to the village school; but as
we got older, the boys would tease me, and ridicule
Lucy’s ragged frock, so we stopped going. But we
went to the Sunday School, for Lucy loved that, and
I went to please her. Lucy would sit by the hour
and talk of heaven, w ishing that she were an angel
—she is one now.
“One cold day, my mother had drank more gin
than usual, and as it was cold, she was unusually
cross. By-and-hy she said to me, ‘Tom, go out and
get some wood’—l obeyed. 1 went to the forestand
got a large bundle of wood, and brought it home; as
I entered the house, I saw the children grouped in
one corner, crying—Lucy lying on the only bed the
house contained, alone. I put my arm around her
neck, and said coaxingly, ‘Cotne Lucy and sit by
the fire,’but she did not answer. 1 asked mv mo
ther what was the matter with Lucy. The reply
was, she is dead, and I wish we all were. 1 threw
myself on the bed deside Lucy, and lay there along
while. By-and-hy the neighbors came in ami laid
her out, and put her in an unpainted coffin. 1
watched by that coffin all night; it seemed to me as
if Lucy must awake, in the morning she must awake,
but no; on the morrow they 7 buried my little sister
Lucy.
That night I found out from my brothers, that af
ter I had gone out Lucy had crept up to the window
to watch for my return. My mother called her
away; she obeyed; but after a little crept back. —
] Mother was angry, and seizing her, shook her vio
i lently, and pushed her. Lucy staggered and fell,
hitting her temple against the sharp corner of the
stone. They picked her up and laid heron the bed,
but she did not speak; presently Mrs. Smith, a
neighbor, entered, and after trying various means
for reviving her, told the family that Lucy was dead.
That night I cried bitterly; they were the first tears
I had shed, and they relieved me, but I felt so lone
ly, O! so lonely. 1 kept on going to the Sunday
School, and always though! of Lucy, wlm was an
angel in heaven.
Soon after, my oldest brother took to drinking,
and died in a drunken brawl. My friends, my little
story is finished —but,” and he spoke with tremen
dous emphasis, “do you wonder now why 1 hate
rum? it has killed my father and mother, my sister
and brother.”
lie fell back exhausted ; there was not a dry eve
in the room, as they quietly departed.
The sun was sinking behind the western hills,
when the minister’s voice rose from that room in
prayer to God. He ceased; the sun hud set, and
Mr. T. was dead. A. ) People ‘s Organ.
PROHIBITION A NECESSITY.
The friends of temperance have been forced into
the position they occupy by the duplicity and ras
cality of the liquor sellers themselves. If persuasive
and eloquent appeals the most earnest entreaties or
the most potent arguments, would have availed, to
arrest the evils incident upon the liquor traffic, they
would doubtless, have been adopted, as involving
less of conflict and bitterness of feeling, than has
I been induced by the course pursued. When the
temperance enterprise commenced, our entire rcli
! anee was upon the truth as it affected men’s hearts
] and consciences. The men then engage din the hu
|si ness could be reasoned with, and when they saw
the nature and extent of the evil, they left it volttn
| tarily, and because they saw it to be pernicious.—
! But those who were then left in the buxine-s became
obstinate and maintained the right to sell, in spite of
the blight and sorrow produced by their truffle, and
in spite too of the earnest and oft repeated remon
strances of the people. Such men seemed determin
jed to defy public opinion, entrap- theii obligations
j to society, and trample on the rights of the multi
i tudes who pampered them in their work of destruc
tion. 2 his obstinacy—this entire disregard of all
: the appeals of humanity and justice, led the friends !
of temperance to test the strength of law against the !
business.
The liquor traffic had always been licensed in some !
form, and it was found that a right to grant a license
to one man to sell liquors, which wa- denied to oth- i
ers, involved the right of the people to refuse the
privilege to all, and prohibit the traffic entirely.— j
With this power manifestly in the hands of the peo- i
rami mu, rnnur, mm n, m
pie, it was used at first with great mildness, so that
now we are often astonished al the thousands of ex
periments made to regulate the liquor trade. Every
such attempt proved a failure, because the dealers
would either pay no attention to a law against their
business, or they would manage l>v fraud and treach
ery of one kind and another, to evade its application
or escape its penalties.
At length, it was found to be of no use to tamper
with the subject. Temperance men saw that “the
axe must he laid at the foot of the tree”- that the
roust of the evil must be removed, in order to reach
its effects, and lienee the sti ingent laws of prohibi
tion, under which the fraternity now writhe so fear
fully. It is a necessity laid upon the true friends of
humanity, by the wickedness and corruption of those
engaged in the liquor business. Temperance men,
every-whero seem disposed to meet this crisis, and
to use such weapons in this warfare as promise the
best success. Let it he well understood too, that
the}- are in earnest and will never yield the ground
till the last grogshop is demolished, and the last li
quor seller is conquered. The most wonderful suc
cess has attended their efforts thus far. They have
often been “cast down but never destroyed,” for, ral
lying front the effect of temporary reverses, they
have grown stronger by every conflict, so that it is
not nowin the power of rntnscllcrs or politicians to
silent that almost omnipotent voice of public indig
nation, which swells in the heart of every humane
man, against the liquor traffic.
Our reform, like all others, has its lights and shades
—its days of prosperity and hours of darkness, but
men of nerve, faith and integrity, who love the cause
for its own sake never falter.
The people have decreed, that the liquor traffic
must be put down, and gradually, though surely,
the influences are accumulating and strengthening,
which ere long are to beat upon it with tremendous
force and secure its entire and complete overthrow.
— R. /. Tribune.
I AM READY TO MEET THE RESPONSIBILITY.
SKETCH UK CI.EVE! VXD, OHIO. liV Hit. IICMPIIUEV.
1 regretted that my time did not allow me to
spend a day or two at least in this flourishing town;
for I am sure, from the glimpse I had of it, and from
what 1 have heard, that 1 should have found much
to interest me in its location and its rapid growth, as
well as in its moral and religions state and prospects.
Lying at the head of the Ohio and Erie canal, it has
already a great carrying trade in flour, wheat, corn,
pork, potash, and, must 1 add, whisky also? I wish
every barrel of this were emptied into the lake. It
is a curse to every man through whose hands it
passes, from the distiller to the retailer, and a fiery
pestilence to the consumer. What a waste, what a
perversion, what a crime, to take the nutritious grqjjps
of this fine region, and convert them into a doaffiy
narcotic poison. Said a friend of mine in Chicago
to an Ohio trader iu this contraband of high heaven,
who was coming round to see how a cargo had sold,
“Sir, you incur a great, responsibility in bringing the
poison amongst us.” “I am ready to meet the re
sponsibility,” was the cold-blooded reply. “You
are ready to meet tin- responsibility ,” answered my
friend in a solemn and emphatic tone —“you are
ready to meet it.” Recollect what you say ; put
that down; “lam ready to meet the responsibility!”
The whisky dealer had not yet quite finished the
searing process upon his conscience, ami it evidently
troubled him, for lie repeatedly adverted to tin* sub
ject of his own accord, during the passage. Anil all
such dealers must meet the responsibility, ready or
not ready, willing or unwilling. It is impossible to
manufacture or vend a known poison as a beverage
and not meet the responsibility, at that high tribunal,
where murder is murder, however it may be pallia
ted here. Let every distiller and every vendor, then,
ask himself every night when In- lies down, and ev
ery morning when he wakes, “Am I ready lo meet
the responsibility ?”
j A MAINE LAW ORATION I'.Y AY INDIAN CHIEF.
i In his speech at the Maine Law ('elcbration, Salit -
j bury Center, Herkimer county, New York, on the
Fourth of July, Amasa McCoy, Editor of the “Pro
liibitionist, -aid that this was not the first time that
a Fourth of July speech had been delivered on the
subject of Prohibition. It i- matter of history
that a Congress of the Governor:- and Commission
ers of all the British Colonies north of the Potomac,
was held in the summer of 175 *, in the city of Al
bany. At lliat famous Congre--, (which hastened
the other great event of the day, the Declaration of
Independence,) an Indian Chief appeared on thebc
; half of the Five Nations, and pronounced the follow
ing oration : “Hear to-day,” said Mr. McCoy, “the
| word, of Hendrick on the liquor traffic, which Ben
jamin Franklin, as Commissioner from Pennsylva
j n j-i t listened to one hundred and one years ago to
morrow. (I say to-morrow, for they were actually
I delivered on the sth of July; and you know that
even yet it is a custom with men of a darker skin
to celebrate ‘a day after the fair’)
“‘Brethren,— There is an affair about which our
hearts tremble, and our minds arc deeply concerned;
this is the selling of Hum in our < eistles. It de
troys many of our young and old people. V\ c re-
I quest of all the Governments here present, that it
! mav be forbidden to -carry any of it amongst the
t Five Nations.
“‘Brethren,— We are in great fears about this
Rum. P may rouse murder on both sides.
‘“The Cayugas now declare in their own name,
that they will not allow any Rum to be brought up
their River, and those who do most suffer the conse
quences.
“‘We the Mohawks of both Castles have also one
request to make, which is that tin people who are
settled around about tis, may not be Mifl'oivd to sell
our people Runt. It keeps them all poor, makes
them idle and wicked, ami if they have any money
or goods, they lay it all out in Rum. Il destroys
virtue and the progress of religion amongst u .
( l'he lower castle of the Mohawks has a chapel and
an English Missionary belonging to it.) We have a
friendly request to make to the Governor and all the
Commissioners here present, that they will help u
to build a church at ('uimojuhcrn, and that we may
have a hell in it, which, together u ith the putting a
stop to the selling of Rum, will icon to make us re
ligious and load belter lives than wo do now.’ ”
A r . ). Tribune.
sos£ #cc llaiic o ut? S dfc erio n <
THE BEAUTY OK CHEERFULNESS.
“Is it not worse than vain to close our eyes
Upon the azure skv and golden light,
Because the tempest-cloud doth sometimes rise,
And glorious day must darken into night?”
It is a sail thing to be peevish, fretful and discon
tented. There are times and seasons when it is al
most impossible to rally a remarkable flow of spirits,
even when there is apparently little or no cause for
despondency. But these, with the great majority of
the human family, are, or should be few and far be
tween. There are some persons whoare constantly
making themselves unhappy, and without reason.
They see nothing but the dark side id life, and close
their eyes and their hearts to the bright. They get
up in the morning out of humor, not only 7 with
themselves, but with nil mankind;and wherever they
appear, or in whatever circle they have power or in
fluence, they chill, discourage and repulse. They
permit themselves to indulge in idle jealousies, fool
ish fears and vague apprehensions, and even if pros
porous for the present, they predict some sad ca
lamity iu the future, and thus prove themselves mor
bidly infirm, and, in fact, insensible to the blessing
of Providence. The effect is not only to distress
themselves, hilt to annoy and disquiet others. They
arc in the moral world, what a passing cloud is in the
physical. They cast a gloom over evervthing for a
moment, and serve to drive away the sunny influen
ces which are so admirably calculated to brighten
the pathway of life. In what happy contras! is the
cheerful spirit the individual whose heart is full of
kindness and generosity, who is ever ready to say 7 a
good word, or to do a benevolent, act, and whose
daily life may be linked to a constant beam of sun
shine! He may be disturbed and depres ed for
the moment, but it will only be for the moment. \
shadow may pass over bis brow 7 , and silence may
seal bis lips, but his natural buoyancy will soon ac
quire the ascendant, and his joyous laugh and cheer
fill smile will soon be heard and seen again. If lie
cannot say anything kindly or eompliinenlarv, he
has the good sense and manly feeling to keep his
peace. If ho cannot praise lie will not blame.
Scandal lias no charms for him, and malignity i. ut
terly foreign to his disposition. He constantly trier,
to gladden and encourage, lo cheer the desponding
and unfortunate, to assist, and relieve to the extent
of his ability. The head of a household or the
master pirit. of an extensive establishment, pos
nesses, to a considerable extent, the means of making
or marring the comfort and happiness of all who
look up to, depend upon, or led the exercise of his
influence. Imagine a peevi It, fretful and <1 i ali
lied individual under (lie.-,ceireum tnnecs! His very
appearance creates a shudder, for he i certain to say
something harsh, cold or uncivil, and thus to irri
(ate. feelings, trample upon .■ n abilities, or Emulate
prejudices and passions, lie is miserable himself,
and, according to the old adage, mv.ciy love com
pany. He moves about liken troubled spirit, and
instead of a smile, a cheering word and an eneoura
ing look, a frown, a rebuke or a grumble are certain
to characterize his progre- llow much belter the
gentler, the milder, the more generous policy. How
beautiful are elioerfulm ■-, benevolence and apprccia
tion under these circumstances ’ In the one ease,
the heart shrinks back, the feeling revolt, and the
sympathies turn away; while in tie oilier, the check
glows with pleasure, the fountain of emotion are
filled to overflowing, and a cordial welcome ami an
involuntary blessing, are urc to attend, like invisi
ble angels, the coming and the pre ‘-nee of the cheer
ful, the kind-hearted, the appreciating and the good.
-TONES IN TREES.”
Nice observers of nature have remarked the va
riety of tones yielded by tree when played upon
jby the wind. Mr- llemans once a had Sii Walter
1 Scott if he bad noticed that every tree give out its
! peculiar sound? “Yes,” said he, “I have; and I
| think something might be done by tin union of
poetry and music to imitate those von < s, giving a
! different measure to the oak, the pine, the willow,”
etc. There is a Highland air of somewhat similar
] character, called the “Notes of the Sea-Birds.” In
j Henry Taylor’s drama, “Edwin the Fair,” there are
; some pleasing lines, where the wind i feigned to feel
| the want of a voice, and to woo the tree to give j
j him one. He applied to several; hut the wanderer j
! rested with the pine, because her voice wa constant, ■
soft, and lowly deep; and he welcomed in her a mild |
memorial of the ocean cave, his birth-place. There
is a fine description of a storm in “Coningsby,”
’ where a sylvan language is made to well the diapa-,
son of the tempest. The wind howled; the branches j
of the forest stirred, and sent forth minds like an
incantation. Soon might be distinguished the va- i
rious voices of the mighty trees, as they expressed I
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their terror or tlair agony. The oak roared, tjj,
beech shrieked, tla elm sent forth its long, <le ‘
groan, while ever and anon, amid a momenta!?"*
pause, the passion of the ash was heard in moan ;
thrilling anguish.” y or
One
LIFE AS IT IS.
lat us make an excursion down the street, anand
s. e what we eim leant. Yonder is the wreck of irt
vii . mail's son. lie was permitted to grow up with;’.-
ont employment; went and eatnc ns he pleased, limits
spent his time in the gratification of spontancoutnt
passions, desires, and inclinations, with no one t.on
•■heck him, when his course was evil, or enconragoly
him in the ways ol wisdom, ills father was i ioh,et
and for that reason the son thought he had nothingc
to do no part in honest labor to perform. n
” ell, the father died, and the son inherited a por-1-
tion ot his abundant wealth, ami liar ing never earned o
money by honest toil, he knew not the value of it, I
.ami having no knowledge of business, he knew not
how to use it, so he gave loose reins to his passions o
ami appetite, and ran at a rapid pact* down the i
broad root 10l dissipation. Now behold him a >
broken down man, bowed with infirmity, a mere •
wreck of what he was, both physically and mentally.
llis money is gone, and he lives on the charity of
those whose hearts are open with pity. Such is the
late <>! It nml reds and thousands that are horn to for
tune.
\nd there, on the opposite side, in that comfort
able mansion lives the son of a poor cobbler. Fifteen
years ago lie left the humble roof of his parents,
and went forth into the broad world alone to seek
his fortune. All his treasures consisted of his chest
of tools, a good knowledge of his trade, honest prin
ciples, industrious habits, and twenty-five coppers.
Now be Is the owner of that elegant mansion, is do
ing a thriving business, possesses an unbroken con
stitution, and bids fair to live to a good old age. -
Stieli is the lot of hundreds and thousands, who
never boasted of wealthy parentage.
(io into the city, and you will almost invariably
dud that the most enterprising tnen are of poor pa
rentage men who have had to row against wind
and tide- while mi the other hand a majority of the
descendants of the mediocrity in talents, live a.short
time like drones, on the labor of others, and then
go down to untimely graves.
What a lesson this should he to those who arc by
all menus, either fair or foul, nccuinuluting treasures
for their children.
If the rich would train tip their children to regu
lar habits of industry, very many of them would he
saved from intemperance, misery, and an untimely
death.
AiHirgiaiu.
During the last cholera season, a newly caught
Dutchman made his advent in (he city of New Or
leans, ami set forth in cpiest of a hoarding house,
lie enquired at the first one he saw if they had the
cholera in the house; the reply was “yes,” and the
Dull by moved his boots. Ho asked the same ques
• ion, ami received tin- same answer, at, three or four
other: Finally he found a landlord who assured
liliu he had no cholera in the house, and there the
Dutchman concluded to “tarry awhile.” The land
lord wti a pious mnn, and always had family wor
ship before separating for the night. According to
the custom, therefore, the family assembled for
prayer. During the progre, of the exercise, the
“pater familitis” groaned, and up popped Ihitchy
with—
“Olt I.ort! vat ish ter matter!”
“Nothing,” says mine host, and the reading of
the Scripture: went on. In a short time, however,
the landlord groaned again, and again Dutehy start
ed up with his eyes like saucers, saying
“Oh mine Oott ! dere ish someding de matter mit
you!”
“No,” said the landlord, adding, by way of quiet
ing the Dutchman, “I'm a Methodist, and it’s a
habit of the members of that church to groan du
ring religious exercises.”
Dp jumped Dutehy hat and baggage, and scud
ded along the street, at a pace that would shame a
2: to racer. Seeing a physician’s sign, he called a
halt, and called to the doctor to run quick to No .
“What is the matter there,” said the doctor “have
they got the cholera V”
“No, but. mine (iott anil llitmnelf, dey has got
drr mettodis more worse as der golera, and der
landlort will die mit it before you kits dare, if you
don’t run fast.”
A SHfFTV JVIWE.
A short time since, they had a queer case of a
< ‘ireult Judge in the Western District of Tennessee.
He was a good lawyer and cared nothing for appear
ance and l( t for dress. ‘1 he latter he knew nothing
about, it being left entirely to Hetty, bis wife. His
Hetty was absent ftoin home once when lie started
round on his circuit, leaving tho Judge to pack his
clothes for the trip. He did so, but instead of find
j ing his shirts, lie seized on a pile of his wife’s what
j you-eall-’erns, used for a like purpose. A learned
brother, who roomed with him, was much amused a
few mornings afterward, at the queer appearance of
tie: Judge, nothing being in sight but his head,
arms and feet, his looks of bewilderment, and his
sotto voice reflections, which were—
“l wonder what on eartli made Hetty cut ofl’ my
shirt-sleeves? I don’t see!”
It is probable that he heard the reason the next
time he ->uw Hetty, hut not before, as the bar kept
dark on the matter that round. We think he had
a very poor knowledge of chemise-try, as an applied
science. .... „. o ,j warn of cedar, every
s JAMES T. BLA]
( I'KINTEH.