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TEMPERANCE BANNER.
ACTUATED ly a conscientious desire to further
the cause of Temperance, and experiencing
great disadvantage in being too narrowly limited in
space, by the smallness of out paper, for the publica
tion of Reform Arguments and Passionate Appeals,
we have determined to enlarge it to a more, conve
nient and acceptable size. And being conscious of
the fact that there are existing in tiie minds of a
large portion of the present readers of the Banner
and its former patrons, prejudices and difficulties
which can never be removed so long as it retains the
name, we venture also to make a change in that par
ticular. Tt will henceforth bo called, “TIIE TEM
PERANCE CRUSADER.”
This old pioneer of the Temperance cause is des
tined to chronicle the tr utnph of its principles.
It has stood the test—passed through the “fiery fur
nace,” and, like the “Hebrew children,” re-appeared
unscorched. It has survived the newspaper famine
which has paused, and is still causing many excel
lent journals and periodicals to sink, like “bright ex
halations in the evening,” to rise no more, and it has
even heralded the “death struggles of many contem
poraries, laboring for the same great end with itself.
It “still flyes,” and “waxing bolder as it grows older,”
is now waging an eternal “Crusade” against the “In
fernal Liquor Traffic,” standing like the “High Priest”
of the Israelites, who stood between the people and
the plaguexhat threatened destruction.
We entreat the friends of the Temperance Cause
to give uaftheir influence in extending, the usefulness
of the paper. Wc intend presenting to the public a
sheet worthy of all attention and a liberal patronage;
for while it is strictly a Temperance Journal , we shall
endeavor to keep its readers posted on all the current
events throughout the country.
2;3lF"Prcc, as
JOHN H. SEALS,
Editor and Proprietor.
PeafieU, *., •,
CbMgtaL
For the Temperance Crusader.
MR. E. EVERETT SMUGGINS.
CHAPTER IV.
LEAP YEAR ADVENTURES.
Several days previous to the events nar
rated in the last chapter, the subjoined con
versation is reported to have .occurred be
tween Miss Ellg Euphonia Crump and her
bosom-friend, Miss Plugmu. Both ladies
were evidently in a communicative mood,
and each looked as if she had something im
portant to communicate to the other. Both
were rocking to and fro in front of a bright
fire, and occasionally glancing towards the
todet table to catch the reflection of the
beautiful faces mirrored there. Miss Piug
mu spoke first.
“Ella, are you acquainted with Mr. Smug
gins?”
i “Oh, yesreturned the other,
j “Is’nt he a nice gentleman ?”
I “lie’s more than a nice gentleman” —em-
phatically replied Miss Crump. “He is the
most perfect gentleman I know, There is
no comparison whatever, between Mr.
Smuggins and the other young men. He
has such an air of refinement, and his man
ners are so easy, that he is perfectly capti
vating.”
“Yes”—enthusiastically continued Mis
Plugmu ; “his company is delightful. Did
you notice how instructive his conversation
; was ? He must be the most brilliant young
man in college. There is no telling how
i much he has read.”
j “A nd his dress is so neat and fashionable,”
j said Miss Crump.
“And, Ella, his boots are so small and del
icate ; his hands are so white.”
“He has such a love of a moustache.—
My dear Eoline, if there is anything in the
world that marks the true gentleman, it is a
moustache ”
“Did you ever see such a smile as he has,
Ella?”
“Oh, it is so charming.”
“I’ll tell you a secret, Ella, if you will
promise never to say anything about it,”
said Miss Plugmu, with a blush. “Mr.
Smuggins has visited me very often, and 1
—I rather think he likes me. He has never
said so, but he has given me to understand
how he feels.”
“Indeed,” replied the other, in a changed
tone; “he has been visiting you, has he ?”
“Yes. But what makes you look so hard
at me ? Is there anything strange in his
visiting me ?” And she tossed her head
proudly.
“Anything strange ? 1 should think there
was. Oh ! my dear friend, we have been
cruelly deceived by that monster.”
“How ? What do you mean ? You as
tonish me. VVhat is the matter?” asked
the other, in alarm.
“He has given you indications that he
loves you, has he ?” said Miss Crump, bitter
ly and scornfully. “Would you believe it
if I were to tell you that he has been visit
ing me and has given me indications that he
loves me ?”
“I see it—l see it;” cried Miss Plugmu,
hysterically. “Oh, the perfidious, horrid
monster ! To try to flirt with both of us !”
“Luckily, we have found him out, Eoline.
The self-conceited dandy ! I wonder if he
thought he could flirt with me?”
“I always thought he was rather too fine
and polite. Did you never think that he
smiles so often just to show his teeth ? There
is more affectation about him than I ever
saw about anybody else.”
“Yes. ITe is always holding out his foot
as if by that he could excite our admiration.
And he tries to be so witty in his conversa
tion, when he lias’nt half as much wit as
black Tom.”
“And his shawl! That is enough to dis
gust any lady of common sense. lie wears
it like he thought every body was looking
at it and admiring jt.”
“His moustache, too; 1 expect he uses
dye to make it look so much blacker than
his hair.”
“What shall we do. Ella, to show him our
utter conte ; pt for him ?”
“Suppose we treat him distantly and con
temptuously, and in that may, make plain
our abhorrence at such a character ?”
“I have it, Ella, 1 have it;” exclaimed
Miss Plugmu, exultingly. “This is Leap
Year, you know. Well,'now let’s each of
us address him and make him believe that
we are dead in love with him, and after
wards—hn, ha—we will cast him adrift and
learn him that we are not to be flirted by
every upstart college bov.”
“That’s a happy idea! Eoline” laughed
Miss Crump; “the very best thing we could
do. Oh—we’ll teach him a lesson he’ll not
soon forget.”
“When shall we do it?” eagerly asked
Miss Plugmu.
“The first time he visits either of us. Let’s
begin as soon as possible.”
And so it was arranged that poor Smug
gins was to be victimized because he had
dared to admire both ladies at the same
time. With what success the first part of
their plan was carried into execution, the
reader has already been informed.
A few days after our conversation with
Smuggins, as elsewhere detailed, he called
on Miss Ella Euphonia Crump, with the in
tention to accept her offer— having, after
much wavering, decided in her favor. She
met him quite cordially, and seemed anxious
to know whether he would reeurte the cub
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PENFIELD, GA, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 23, 18-56.
-jeetofher proposal. This he did sooner
than she expected. He made many apolo
gies for his abrupt departure on that memo
rable occasion; and finally concluded by
assuring her that his heart and thoughts and
hopes were centered in her and that he
would feel only foo happy in the privilege of
calling her his own, and much more to the
same “purpose. It was Miss Crump’s turn
now to wreak vengeance on him. With
much affected coolness, she informed him
that she was only joking, and that she
thought he would understand her declara
tion as a joke—merely a Leap Year prank,
etc., etc. If Smuggins was amazed at her
first declaration, he was two-fold more ama
zed ut her last. He murmured some few
unintelligible sentences in reply, and with a
dry and sickly smile said it was “a deuced
good joke—the best of the season,” and left
her.
He tell chagrined and humbled ; his heart
was sorely grieved ; but he partially com
forted himself with the reflection that Miss
Plugmu was in earnest. \'ot that he had
no vague doubts, even of her sincerity; by
no means. Some faint glimmerings of the
approaching truth had indeed began to
dawn on his mind, but he resolutely and des
perately closed his eyes to them. As sopn
as ho could sufficiently correct himself, he
determined to visit Miss Plugmu, and to act
according to the adage, “if you can’t pud
ding, take pie.” This he did with no little
trepidation, it must be confessed : but with
as much assurance as the circumstances
would admit. As he had been bluffed by
Miss Crump, so he was t ejected by Miss
Plugmu. He staggered from the house
with grim despair depicled on every fea
ture !
But what of Miss Crump and Miss Plug
mu ? Did they feel no compunctions ofcon
science’for the part they had played to
wards their unlucky admirer ? Undoubted
ly they did. For many mornings immedi
ately succeeding, their pillows were regu
larly found to be bedewed with tears. They
indulged in long fits of musing and abstrac
tion ; sang plaintive songs at night-fall, un
til their voices choked from excess of emo
tion ; ate little or nothing at regular meals,
and, it is confidently believed, quit eating al
together at unseasonable hours ; and so far
did their pity for their unfortunate victim ex
tend, that they began each cordially to dis
like the other for what she had d§ne in the
matter, and so much so, that they have nei
ther visited nor kissed each other since they
mutually raised the storm that was to wreck
the happiness of the ill-fated Smuggins.
As for that, gentleman, when he left Miss
Plugmu, he wandered about, beating his
breast, tearing his hair, cursing his fate, and
ever and anon imploring, in heart-rending
accents, the moon and stars to pity his for
lorn, blighted heart; but alas!, the moon
shone calmly and in serene beauty, while
the stars twinkled merrily at him, and nei
ther moon n<>i stars offered any consolation.
Suddenly he loniied a great resolution —one
of those gigantic productions of highly
wrought minds in great crises, which flash
upon the world, dazzling the minds oi men
by their originality and boldness —he would
show his beautiful deceivers how he could
die. He rushed to his room; and there, a
little while after, we found him vainly en
deavoring to blow out his brains with a rus
ty pistol that had no percussion cap on its
broken tube.
In taking leave of Mr. Smuggins, we are
happy to state that he was dissuaded from
his intention to usher himself into another
world, and that his friends have hopes that,
at some future time, he will smile again.
Such an indication of returning convales
cence of the affections is earnestly hoped,
though it is feared that each succeeding
Leap Year will renew the old malady in
all its original aggravation.
Cornelius.
Penfield, Ga.
FIRE!! FIRE!!!
A fang Lives and much Property destroy
ed ! ! AL> Insurance !! !
The world has been visited by a most
terrible conflagration. The record ot bur
ning cities, the crisping of writhing bodies
an 1 the mortal anguish of those who per
ished in the flames, send a thrill ot horror
along the nerves of a sympathizing hu
manity; but there is nothing in all the ter
rible record to compare with the tire we
allude to.
“Behold! how great a flame a little
spark kindleth.” A way back along the
dim pathway of Time, a little fire was kin
dled beneath the mystic alembic and a
compound the most consuming was produ
ced. It went forth as a little rill of liquid
tire, hissing and seething on its way, with
ering and blasting all that was lovely and
of good report. The stream widened until
it spread wherever human foot has trodden,
and the ruins of a blasted humanit y mark
its course of death. The glory of young
manhood and the feebleness of old- age ;
the innocence of female purity and the
loveliness of home : the virtue of individ
uals and the moral tone of communities,
have all been snapped and overthrown by
this insidious enemy. It Ims approached
the young man and bid him launch his all
on its wave and be merry, and he, obeying,
has been swallowed up. It has burned the
props that fathers, mothers and wives
leaned upon, and crushed them with bur
thens too intolerable to be borne.
Thus, for ages, has Rum, like a fiery
stream, been consuming all within its
course. In vain have good men labored
to throwdykes across the hissing gulf and
arrest its progress ; it has burst the bands
and careered madly on, defying all moral
efforts to stay its desolations. Ten thou
sand engines, moved by brave hearts and
stalwart arms, have been fighting against
it, but still it has its annual holocaust of
victims. From year to year it offers an
unholy sacrifice upon unsanctified altars of
its slam. It riots in blood and exults over
the agonies of those who mourn without
hope. Anthems of woe ride on every
gale, and a shadow rests upon nearly eve
ry home in the land. Strong men fall like
t,lie frail stubble before the blast and the
grave opens its damp portals to swallow
them up. The flowers of a thousand fills
are watered by the tears of Rama's mour
ners, and the sanctuary of ten thousand
homos darkens with broken idols of love.
Property is Scattered and consumed, and
poverty moans piteously in hovels over
what is lost, while beggared women and
children crowd highway and street with
open palm. Every where is seen the
wrecks sent adrift by this consuming fiend,
and the heart saddens over the scene.
For all this waste of life and property
there is no Insurance! When man’s
house or store is burned, the question is
often asked,'‘was he injured V’ If so, less
regret is manifested by his friends. But
against the fires of the rum-field there is no
insurance. No company will take risks
and issue policies against that. A man
dies from rum, bis houses and lands are
scattered and his wife and children beg
bread or die in the Asylum. lie goes to
the grave, and worse than all, there is no
insurance of life everlasting for his soul.—
A fire breaks out in a city ; some daring
man is consumed in the flames and a few
families are left homeless. The public
heart beats high with generous sympathy,
a purse is made up, and the destitute are
made comfortable. Ten thousand men
are destroyed by rum—ten thousand’ fam
ilies are beggared, and the world stands
on agape without extending the helping
hand of scarce a word of sympathy for the
sufferers.
Friend of Humanity, this fire is raging
all around yon. It is silently performing
its work of dessolation on every hand.—
To-dav, to-moiTow, next year, you will see
someone you know and love fall before its
invisible, insidious flame. You will see
helpless widows and crying orphans bow
over a drunkard’s grave and weep as if the
heart would break. You will see homes
that were once sunny as some flowery isle
of the south rendered dark and cheerless
as the grave. Ply the engine ! Fight the
fires! Use every faculty with which God
has endowed you to arrest this consuming
stream with which humanity is cursed and
scourged. Remember ! against the deso
lations of the fiery Rum fiend, there is no
insurance / — Spirit of the Age.
A HINT.
When you go to church on the Sabbath,
be sure to stand around the door and talk
loudly about politics, sprees, frolics, etc.,
and, if you wish to appear particularly
large, swear loud enough to attract the at
tention of the few who have walked in and
taken their seats. As ladies approach, if
unmarried and beautiful, put on your best,
smiles, and with your cigar between the
thumb and third finger strain up to your
most facinating attitude, and kill ’em out
right with your charms. Don’t leave your
station until after the Minister has com
menced his discourse, then rush up the
aisle, putting down your heels largely and
in haste as if in fear of losing your seat. —
Your back to the'wall, and your feet re
clining on the seat, deliberately take a
chew of the weed, squirt the filthy juice
over the floor, and during the intervals of
repose between the squirts, talk loudly
enough to attract the attention of the con
gregation—astounding them with your
(lon’t care-kincl of bravery, and occasional
ly looking the young ladies out of counten
ance. Jf the Minister looks reprovingly at
you, stare daggers at him in return, and
tell him thus plainly, yet silently, that you
are a freeman, and do not allow any one to
even question your right to act out your
vicious inclinations, when and where you
please. Pay no attention whatever to the
speaker, and if in the meantime conversa
tion becomes dull whittle the benches With
your knife, to relieve the monotony. —
Should any one dare question your right
to do as you please and speak oi law ior
the lawless, throw yourself back upon
your native, inherent dignity, speak o!
gentleman''sprivileges and stretch yourself
up to the size of a full grown aristocratic
scion of noble blood, by reflecting that you
have a rich daddy , every cent of whoso
wealth has, like another vagabond’s, been
obtained through the toil and sweat of
others, without rendering a fair equivalent
—perhaps through the stench of a misera
ble doggery. If this does not suffice to
make you feel like a privileged character,
remember, in addition, that the “old man”
is a drunken blackguard, with a reputation
co-extensive with bar-room twaddle, the
lustre of whose name will rest upon your
future life, make your virtues look as clear
as mud,.and your misdeeds as brilliant as
the noonday sun. This done, all intelli
gent and virtuous citizens will set you down
as a fast young man, running at rail road
speed to a felon’s death and a felon’s re
ward . Temperance Recorder.
LEGISLATORS AND LICENSES.
It is seldom that we have read a more
luting, sarcastic, withering reproof of liquor
selling than is contained in the subjoined
article. Vvedo m>4wonder that “the cow
ering liquor dealer looked the very eni-
of humiliation and shame.”—
Jhe article is worth the careful perusal of
our. legislators, and of all who are feigning
petitions for the repeal of our restraining
law. \\ e wish “the old lady” could make
a short visit to Harrisburg, und have an
interview with some of the members who
seem bent upon restoring our old license
system, with its endless mischiefs and un
utterable abominations. We think with
such appeals as she made to the liquor
dealer, they might pause and abandon then
purpose. But to tiie article ; —here it is,
with all its deep pathos and thrilling elo
quence :
“Would to God that the Maine Law
could have passed fifty years ago !” We
turned to find an old lady on the seat back
of us, venturing her wish in the midst of
an earnest discussion between a Maine
Law Yankee and a red-nosed member of
the bottle fraternity. “Yes,” continued
the old lady, “fifty years ago. A husband
would not have gone down to a drunkard’s
grave, my daughters married drunkards
and lived in sorrow, or my boys have died
in jail and the madhouse. Look at me,”
and with something of fire kindling tip in
her old eyes, she laid her bony hand upon
the arm of the liquor dealer, “and see a
wreck of your. accursed business. I was
young, had enough of this world’s goods,
and my heart was full of happiness and
hope. My God ! sir, how they have pour- j
ed desolation into this old heart. lam of
ten bitter, and do you wonder? Such as
you robbed me of all my children, and at
eight}’ years of age I am alone—do you
hear— alone! And let me tell you, this
hand never wronged the least of God’s
creatures. But yon, sir, wronged me. —
You, sir, talk about the domicil, and say it
is sacred. God forgive me, but I remem
ber the day when my home was entered
by the constables and skinned of all. I
remember when the Bible my mother gave
me was taken away for drink. 1 remem
ber the time when my first-born was laid
in my arms from a drunken husband’s
hands, and its little lifeblood fan warm in
to my bosom from its wounds. Whv, Sir,”
and the old woman half raised in her seat,
“in God’s holy name, did you come into
my house to rob and kill ? Was that cons
titutional ? I have one child living—in
the asylum— a maniac . It’s all the work
of your hands. There is blood there!
Blood , Sir ! Better, Sir, have a mill-stone
around your neck than sell rum. The
curse of the widow is upon you and yours.
Give me that bottU /” Involuntarily, as it
almost seemed, the liquor dealer handed
the old lady the bottle which he held in
his hand. She dashed it out of .the car
window, and slowly resumed her seat.—
The people who had crowded around while
the train was stopping, to hear the conver
sation, slowly and thoughtfully dispersed
to their seats, and tiie now cowering liq
uor dealer looked the very embodiment of
humiliation and shame. With a deep sigh
we turned away, our own faith stronger
by the Maine-Law sermon we had listened
to. Ah ! how many of our land would
have escaped the bitterness of life had rum
been banished in their day!— Cayv/tga
Chief.
GIYS THE CHILDREN ROOM.
“Ave,” we reiterate from the New York
Mirror, “give the children room, whether it
be ol board or bed, or steamboat, or rail
car, or omnibus! Give the children space
and time, and some little human considera
tion in whatever they do or desire. Push
not these embryo men and women to the
wall, nor crowd them in a corner, for they
are humanity’s beauty and perfume. Glum
old bachelor, growling-at twinges of gout,
bald-pated, or be-wigged, fancy n.ot you
have but. to nod and all the children must
stand up or squeeze away to give you room,
and silence nieir musical chatter to give
your crabbed soul quiet. What, are you—
or you, old maiden, with pickled aspect, in
the jubilant scale of a healthy universe, com
pared with these children ? There is hope
of these, but none of you. Children are too
much beaten and bustled about—put off and
run over, as if of no account —yet they are
the expanding seed of the generation of men
and women soon to be. They have souls
delicate and sensitive ns the pulse of love.
Think not they are heedless of injustice or
slight. The wrong done them pains, or
burns, or rankles deep. The wrong repeat
ed, accumulated, may warp and shade a
whole dawning life. Room for the children!
We were all children once, and of such is
the kingdom of heaven. What were the
would without children, and what are chil
dten without their fair share of room and
consideration in the world ? Children—
they are the blossoms of life; crush them
uot, touch them not roughly. We make
plea for the children, for they are much
abused, much under-judged. They are not
counted, and set, and respected for the
{priceless jewels they are. Bah! what ( a
TERMS: ffil.OO IN ADVANCE.
JAMES T. BLAffl,
PUBTrKH.
VOL. XXII,-NUMBER 7.
dismal den this earth would be with onlv
selfish, sensuous, proud, vain, jostling busi
ness men, and flounced, flaunting, gadding,
gossipping women to people it-—with no
children to daisy, and sunshine, and per■fume
and melodize it. But for the children, the
sun would put on his night-cap and lie a bed
till dooms-dav.”
WHAT HOPE HAD,
• It stole on its pinions to the bed of dis
ease ; and the sufferer’s ‘frown became a
smile —the emblem of peace and love.
It went to the house of mourning, and
from the lips of sorrow there came swvet
and cheerful songs.
It laid its head upon the arm .of the poor,
which stretched forth at the command of
unhiHy impulses, and saved him from dis
grace and ruin.
It dwelt like a living thing in the bosom
of the mother, whose son tarried long after
the promised time of his coming, and sal
ved her from desolation and the “care that
killeth.”
It hovered about the head of the yonth
who had become the Ishmael of society,;
anu led him on to works which, even his
enemies praised.
It snatched a maiden from the jaws-of
death, and went with an old mail to heav
en.
No hope! my good brother. Have it—
beckon it to your side. Wrestle with it,
that it may not depart. It may repay your
pains. Life is hard enough at best and
hope shall lead you over its mountains and
sustain you amid its billows. Part with
all besides—but keep by hope.
GIFTS AND* GRACES.
Gifts may not be graces of the Spirit of
God. There may be the eloquence of the
gifted tongue without the unction of the
consecrated heart. There may be the or
dination of the bishop or the Presbyter,
but not the consecration which God’s holy
Spirit alone can give. He may have all
gifts, all eloquence, all theological knowl
edge, all polite learning, yet if wanting in
singleness of eye, unity of purpose, earnest
devotedness to the true end of his office,
the conversion of souls and the glory of
God, however he may be applauded by
the tongues of men, weighed in the scales
of the sanctuary, he is altogether wanting.
— Gumming.
AW OLD MAW’S TESTIMOWY.
Grant Thorburn in a letter addressed to
“Mr. Printer” and written on his 81st
birth-day says the Bible has been the
guide of his life. He continues :
“It’s all delusion,” says the ghostofTom
Paine, the Pope and the devil. If so, it is
a very cheap delusion, [you can buy a Bi
ble for a very little,] a very pleasant and
a very comfortable delusion ; it has carri
ed me over the storms of eighty winters.
It will carry me over the swelling of Jor
dan, the noise of whose waters are soun
ding in my ears.
Having carried this chart (the Bible) du
ring a long voyage, and always found it
correct I recommend it as a sure guide.
HOW TO “GO IT.”
Go it strong in your praise of the ab
sent. Some of it will be sure to get around.
Go it strong when you make love to a
pretty widow. More people have erred by
too little than too much in this particular.
Go it strong when taking up contribu
tions for a charitable purpose. It will pay.
Go it strong when 3*oll make a public
speech. Nine people out of ten never take
any allusion unless it cuts like a short
handled whip ora rhinoceros cowhide.
Go it strong when 3 T ou advertise. Busi
ness is like architecture —its best suppor
ters are full columns.
Go it strong and pay the printer. Nev
er grudge him his price. Recollect it is
he who brings, customers to your door, who
otherwise would never discover your where
abouts.
A TOUCHING SPW2.
A correspondent of the Elmira R publi
can says that in a recent trip over the New
York and Erie road, an incident occurred
that touched every beholder’s heart with
pi ty. A-coin parat i vel v young 1 ady, and 1 ess
ed in deep mourning, Tier .husband having
recently died, was travelling southward,
having in her care and .keeping a young
daughter of some 6 yearn The little girl
was mild eyed as an autumnal sky and as
delicate and transparent as the. pearls of
Ceylon. Touchingly beautiful was the af
fection of heart for the mother, whose so
licitude for the daughte’-s comfort was un
ceasingly manifested. Looking ever and
anon from the car windpvy, she turned to
her mother, saying : “Mother, I am weary
—when shall we get home 2” After a time
she fe]l into a gentle slumber, and awa
king suddenly—a radiant Smite overspread
her features, she exclaimed*, pointing up
wards,—“Mother, there is papa!—home at
last!” and expired. It was y*et man 3* a
Weary mile to her mother’s home, but the
angels pitying the little sufferer, gathered
her to the Paradise of Innocence.
DCTIt has been beautifully said that . “the
veil which covers the face of futurity is wo
ven by the hand of mercy” Seek not to
raise that veil, therefore, for sadness might
be seen to shade the brow that fanov biui
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