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HI J. H. SEALS, ) v> . i EDITORS. E. A. STEED, ) Mil! SERIES, VOL I, THE TEMPERANCE BANNER, rt Bi.isnsD every Saturday except two in the yeas, BY JOHN H. SEALS. H i) lIA.VM’K ha. a large circulation, which m daily in creasing, and bidi fair to become the moat popular paper in the South. It 1. offered, with confidence, (owing to its circulation be ing so general,) to Merchants, Mechanics, and Professional men ns an ADVERTISING MEDIUM through which their business may he extended in this and adjoining States. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. *I,OO per annum, if paid in advance. *2,00 “ “ if not paid until the end of the year. TERMS OF ADVERTISING. 1 square, (eight lines or teas,) first insertion, * 1 00 Each continuance, 50 Professional or Business Cards, not exceeding IS lines, pr yr 5 00 STANDING ADVERTISEMENTS. 1 square three months, without alteration, f 5 00 * “ six “ altered quarterly, TOO 1 “ twelve “ 44 44 12 00 2 squares “ “ 44 44 is 00 3 “ “ “ 44 44 21 00 4 u “ “ “ “ 25 00 Advertisement* not marked with the number of insertions, will be continued until forbid, and charged accordingly. Merchants, Druggists, .and other*, may contract for adver tising by the year, on reasonable term*. Selccceb 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 VIIIXXL-NIIHBRRI 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.