{"1": {"fulltext": "I\\nHill II\\n8\\n1\\nm\\nmm\\nI BP\\nHr\\nUral\\n111\\nmill\\nH\\niSH\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Hi\\nipi", "height": "4594", "width": "2865", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4284", "width": "2652", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4304", "width": "2552", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4300", "width": "2652", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4304", "width": "2556", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4304", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4252", "width": "2552", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4296", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "T EI M\\n4y\\ne\\nPrintecL byNeale\\nThe lo^.autLLLil 2a innocent of all earth s liv\\nog bnit the crystal vra^e it $i\\nSgl\\nbo) o\\nOF WS 01\\nNEW YORK,\\nR V A N D I E N", "height": "4260", "width": "2532", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4244", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THE\\nMI\\nitF[Fi^OEO(g", "height": "4252", "width": "2524", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4284", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "THE\\nI\\nn\\nip\\nf if i is q roi\\n3\\nAND\\nSONS AND DAUGHTERS OF TEMPERANCE\\nw\\nEDITED BY\\nS. F. CARY, M. W. P.\\nOF THE SONS OF TEMPERANCE OF NORTH AMERICA.\\nNEW-YORK:\\nPUBLISHED BY R. VANDIEN.", "height": "4284", "width": "2532", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "HV5Z9 5\\nEntered according to act of Congress, in the year 1850,\\nBy Richard Vandien,\\nIn the Clerk s Office of the District Court, of the United States,\\nfor the Southern District of New- York\\nStereotyped by Vincent L. Dill,\\n128 Fulton-street, N. T.\\nC. A. Alvord, Printer, 29 Gold-street.", "height": "4280", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTION\\nInspired wisdom centuries ago declared of making many\\nbooks there is no end. Had Solomon spoken this in reference\\nto our own age it would have been pre-eminently true, and if\\nthe present generation is not growing in wisdom it cannot be\\nfor the want of mental aliment. It is to be feared that the\\nmind is dissipated, and the heart depraved, by being required\\nto feed upon the worthless trash furnished by a prolific press.\\nEven in this bookmaking age, a good book is a jewel. A great\\nresponsibility rests upon those who offer food to the immortal\\nnature, for the mind once taken captive, like the appetite of the\\ndrunkard, demands more similar poison to appease depraved\\ndesire. Our design in getting up this volume, is to add to the\\nstock of pure temperance literature, to elevate in the public\\nmind, that reform so full of promised blessings to the present\\nand coming generations.\\nBelieving as we do, that he Temperance Reform is one\\nof the mighty agencies to be employed for the elevation of\\nman, the improvement of society, the stability of free popular", "height": "4284", "width": "2484", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "VI INTRODUCTION.\\ninstitutions, and the moral and religious renovation of a wicked\\nworld, we avail ourselves of the press the principal medium\\nof reaching the public mind to promote the precious interests,\\nand advance the standard of this god-like enterprize.\\nAs incident to our general design, and to render the work\\nmore attractive and interesting, we have introduced faithful\\nportraits and brief biographical sketches of a few of the most\\ndistinguished champions of our holy cause. There are many\\nothers perhaps equally deserving a place in our portrait gallery\\nindeed all who have labored devotedly, zealously, honestly and\\nperseveringly in this department of moral reform, should be\\nenrolled among the benefactors of their race but the extent of\\nthis work prescribes a limit to our selection.\\nThe elevated character, and exalted reputation of the contrib-\\nutors to this volume, will be sufficient to commend it to the\\nattention of the reading public. Finally, whether our effort to\\ncontribute a mite to the pure literature of the country, promote\\nthe well being of society and the glory of God shall be success-\\nful, remains to be seen whatever may be the result, we commit\\nit to the hands of our countrymen, with the happy consciousness\\nof being actuated by a sincere desire to do good.\\nS. F. CARY.", "height": "4284", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "ILLUSTRATIONS.\\nENGRAVED ON STEEL,\\nJ. SARTAIN, H. S. SADD, T. DONEY*\\nS. F. CARY, M. W. P Root Frontispiece.\\nTHE REST Matteson.. Vignette Title.\\nTHE STORY OF THE BOTTLE Matteson 22\\nDANIEL H. SANDS, P. M. W. P Brady 49\\nPHILIP S. WHITE, P. M. W. P Root 74\\nTHE DRUNKARD S HOME Matteson 103\\nTHE TEMPERANCE HOME Matteson 129\\nF. A. FICKARDT, M. W. S Root 165\\nHON. E. DILLAHUNTY, G. W. P Root 180\\nLYMAN BEECHER, D. D Cox 204\\nREV. T. P. HUNT Root 225\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON Matteson 241\\nFATHER MATTHEW Root 271\\nJOHN W. OLIVER, M. W. P Brady 292\\nHON. HORACE GREELY Brady 310\\nJOHN H. W. HAWKINS Brady 318", "height": "4276", "width": "2512", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "TO\\n\u00e2\u0082\u00acfyt $ntts nf \u00e2\u0082\u00actmpxnuit t\\nTHIS VOLUME\\nIS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED,\\nBY THE", "height": "4292", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nTHE RECHABITES MISS PHCEBE CAREY. _ 11\\nRETROSPECT OF PAST, C PHILIP S. WHITE, P. M. W. P 13\\nTHE CONVICT MISS ALICE CAREY 18\\nSTORY OF THE BOTTLE S. F. CARY, M. W. P 22\\nS. F. CARY, M. W. P 29\\nBRANDIOPATHY. REV. H. D. KITCHEL 32\\nTHE VOICE OF THE CHARMER MRS. EMMA C EMBURY 46\\nDANIEL H. SANDS, P. M. W. P 49\\nTHE RECHABITE S VISION REV. C B. PARSONS 50\\nADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS EDWARD C. DELAVAN 56\\nCHRISTIAN PRINCIPLE.. GEO. B. CHEEVER, D. D 70\\nPHILIP S. WHITE, P. M. W: P 74\\nPROEM MISS PHCEBE CAREY 77\\nTHE CIRCEAN CUP T. S. ARTHUR 79\\nTHE DRUNKARD S HOME MRS. J. C. CAMPBELL 103\\nTHE WINE-CUP MRS. C. M- SAWYER 109\\nLAKE SUPERIOR AND THE NORTH-WEST HON. HORACE GREELEY Ill\\nTHE TEMPERANCE HOME MRS. E. J. EAMES 129\\nTHE SPARKLING-BOWL REV. J. PIERPONT 141\\nTHE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR REV. J. TOWNLEY CRANE, M. A. 143\\nFREDERICK A. FICKARDT, M. W. S 165\\nTHE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE DR. F. A- FICKARDT, M. W. S-.166", "height": "4268", "width": "2532", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "X CONTENTS\\nHON. E. DILLAHUNTY, G- W. P 180\\nINTEMPERANCE HON. E. DILLAHUNTY, G. W. P. 185\\nLOOK NOT ON WINE MRS. E. F. ELLET 202\\nLYMAN BEECHER, D. D 204\\nAPPEAL TO LADIES REV. A- L. STONE, P. G. W. P. .21 1\\nTHE OLD MAN S LAST WISH MRS. E. C. EMBURY 222\\nREV. T. P. HUNT 225\\nSOME THOUGHTS ON THE SUBJECT REV. H. HASTINGS WELD 227\\nROSEMARY HILL MISS ALICE CAREY 238\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY 241\\nTEMP. REFORMATION AND THE CHURCH.. REV. E. N. KIRK 265\\nFATHER MATHEW 271\\nDASH THE WINE-CUP AWAY W. H. BURLEIGH 278\\nINCONSISTENCIES OF FRIENDS OF TEMP DR. CHARLES JEWETT 281\\nTEMPERANCE AND RELIGION REV. ALBERT BARNES 284\\nJOHN W. OLIVER, M. W. P 292\\nTHE DUTY OF TEMPERANCE MEN N. WILSON, P. G. W. P 301\\nTHE SPOILER.. _. MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY 308\\nHON. HORACE GREELEY 310\\nJOHN H. W. HAWKINS 318", "height": "4276", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE NATIONAL\\nIf SO S H IB S3 S \u00c2\u00a9FFHSIIEI\u00c2\u00ae\\nTHE RECHABITES\\nBY MISS PHffiBE CAREY.\\nThey came and brought the Rechabites, who dwelt in tents of\\nold,\\nTo chambers decked with tapestry, and cunning-work and gold,\\nAnd set before them pots of wine, and cups that mantled high,\\nBut when they tempted them to drink, they answered fearlessly\\nAnd said, our father Jonadab, the son of Rechab, spake,\\nCommanding us to drink no wine forever for his sake\\nAnd therefore we will taste not of the cup you bring us now,\\nFor our children s children to the end shall keep our father s\\nvow\\nAnd the Lord who heard the Rechabites, and loves a faithful\\nheart,\\nPronounced a blessing on their tribe that never shall depart.", "height": "4276", "width": "2540", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "12 THE RECHABITES.\\nThus we will taste not of the wine, and though the streams\\nshould dry,.\\nYet the living God who made us will hear his children cry\\nFor Moses smote the solid rock, and lo a fountain smiled,\\nAnd Hagar in the wilderness drew water for her child\\nAnd the beautiful and innocent of all earth s living things\\nDrink nothing but the crystal wave that gushes from her springs\\nThe birds that feed upon the hills, seek where the fountains\\nburst,\\nAnd the hart beside the water-brooks stoops down to slake his\\nthirst\\nThe herb that feels the summer rain on the mountain smiles\\nanew,\\nAnd the blossoms with their golden cups drink only of the dew.\\nAnd we will drink the clear cold stream, and taste of nought\\nbeside,\\nAnd He who blessed the Rechabites, the Lord will be our guide", "height": "4304", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "RETROSPECT OF THE PAST,\\nAND\\nCONTEMPLATION OF THE FUTURE\\nBY PHILIP S. WHITE, P. M. W. P.\\nIt is well to turn from the busy scenes that encircle us and\\ngaze out, at intervals, through the long vista of years, and mark\\nthe changes and revolutions that have passed over the world.\\nIn the whirling together of hostile atoms amid the grand com-\\nmotion of elemental strife, stirred by a spirit of free inquiry and\\ninvestigation, the mists of ignorance and clouds of superstition\\nhave been dispelled and the glorious sun of science, of knowl-\\nedge and of virtue, allowed to shed his warm and refreshing rays\\nalong the path of man. Under its benign influence, we have\\nwitnessed crowns and thrones crumbling to ashes; the servile\\nyoke of bondage falling from the necks of oppressed millions\\nand the going out of false dogmas and opinions in religion, met-\\naphysics and philosophy, that claimed authority from heaven,\\nand the high prerogative of tyranizing over the minds, bodies\\nand consciences of men. As wave succeeds wave upon the\\nbosom of the great deep, so has revolution followed revolution\\nupon the boisterous ocean of life; bringing up from its depths\\nthe whole mass of moral energies, which has swept on with\\nincreasing force until the entire aspect of this globe has been", "height": "4240", "width": "2572", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "14 RETROSPECT OF THE PAST.\\nchanged until its gloomy and extended wilderness appears in\\nthe beautiful garb of a flowery and sunny landscape. And not-\\nAvithstanding destruction has, at times, marked this spirit of pro-\\ngression, yet from the very ruins, from the blood, the carnage,\\nthe havoc with which they have strewn the earth as from the\\nfloods of lava sent down by the volcanoes to deluge the valleys,\\nhas arisen a fertilizing principle, to cover with beauty and\\nmoral verdure the great plain of human affairs until society,\\nwhich cannot fail to progress while the noble principles of man\\nare in motion, is carried up to that sublime height on which we\\nnow stand where the light of the accumulated truth, wisdom\\nand experience of sixty centuries breaks in upon the enraptured\\nvision.\\nWell may we exclaim, a new era has dawned upon man\\nAwakening from his long and inglorious sleep of centuries, he\\nhas marked, with lightning in the heavens, with floating cities\\nthat bridge the ocean, with gorgeous palaces upon the earth,\\nwith the iron steeds of steam that draw his triumphal cars, his\\ncertificate to a divinity of origin; and though fallen from his\\nhigh estate is still a splendid wreck, and like eternal Rome, sub-\\nlime even in ruins So great has been the improvement in his\\nmoral, intellectual and political condition so miraculous the\\nachievements wrought by the arts and sciences in the promotion\\nof his physical and social wants, that credulity itself can scarcely\\ncredit.\\nAmid all these convulsions, these upheavings of mind, that\\nlike a volcanoe in throes, have wrecked some of the mightiest\\nfabrics of human creation, moral power has gained supremacy\\nover mere brute force. Revolutions in governments, that change\\nthe entire civil polity of nations; in religion, that break down\\nidols at which superstition has bowed for ages; and in philoso-\\nphy, of opinions that had held the force of law for untold gen-", "height": "4304", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "RETROSPECT OF THE PAST. 15\\nerations are now carried on and concluded without violence or\\nbloodshed without hushing the song of the reapers, or stilling\\nthe sound of busy machinery. And of all the sublime lights\\nhave loomed out in the moral horizon, none of modern date\\nhave cast such cheering beams over oppressed and down-trodden\\nman none have done so much for ameliorating his condition\\nfor refining, advancing and elevating his intellectual, moral and\\nsocial being, as the great Temperance Reformation that is so\\nrapidly extending itself throughout the civilized world dispel-\\nling torpid gloom that has so long blighted and obscured the\\nintellects of thousands, poisoning the nobler emotions of their\\nnatures, blasting their every prospect of earthly happiness and\\nhope of future bliss. It is this star of Temperance that directs\\nthe drunkard to his earthly savior and whose pure light, shin-\\ning through the widow s tears and orphan s sighs, spans the sky\\nof man s hopes with the rainbow of promise. How many hearts\\nhave been gladdened, how many cheeks have been refreshened\\nwith joy, how many eyes of sorrow grown bright, at the coming\\nof the new luminary, over whose rising the guardian angels of\\nman s happiness shout jubilee\\nWhen we look back to what has been accomplished in our own\\ncountry through the efficient organization of that great brother-\\nhood, the Sons of Temperance, the heart of the philanthro-\\npist and patriot is made to swell with grateful emotion and hope,\\nlike a beacon light rising over the shattered wrecks that bestrew\\nthe bosom of a storm-ridden ocean, and raises the prospect of a\\nspeedy delivery from the maddened waves that have long threat-\\nened to engulph the harmony and peace of society in one com-\\nmon vortex of hopeless ruin. Within the brief period of ten\\nyears the great Temperance Reformation has accomplished\\ntowards moral reformation more for the amelioration of the\\ncondition of down-trodden humanity in our own country,", "height": "4284", "width": "2596", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "16 RETROSPECT OF THE PAST.\\nthan in all preceding time from the first organization of our\\ngreat and glorious republic. It has succeeded in discounte-\\nnancing a false and pernicious etiquette by removing from the\\nsideboard of the fashionable circle, the sparkling and deceptive\\ntemptation to dissipation. It has succeeded in removing inebriety\\nfrom high places. It has succeeded in arresting the downward\\ntendency of thousands of unfortunate victims to hopeless ruin\\nand of turning their footsteps from drunkenness and vice, to mo-\\nrality and religion. It has succeeded in rekindling the pure fires\\nof love and affection upon the desecrated altars of the domestic\\ncircle, and of making home happy to families long estranged by\\nblighting discord. The burning tear of despair has been turned\\ninto a grateful tribute of affection the pallid cheek recolored\\nwith the bloom of youthful freshness, and the blighted hopes\\nand anticipations of love s young dream, that had been driven\\nfrom the heart s sacred fane, like the melancholy dove from its\\nmateless nest, have been wooed back from their long and dreary\\nbanishment, to rest in quiet through the lapse of coming years.\\nThe influence of this great temperance brotherhood this swel-\\nling army of practical philanthropists is felt and seen not only\\nalong the private walks of life, but is telling upon the destiny of\\na mighty nation. It is purging the political arena of its vile\\ncorruptions it is uncloging the wheels of science and of learn-\\ning it is building up schools, academies and colleges from the\\ncity to the waste places it is depopulating our prisons, and\\nbanishing from the land, the hangman and the gallows. As\\nHeaven is higher than earth as time is outmeasured by eternity\\nso do all other schemes of human origin dwindle into insig-\\nnificance when contrasted with the moral sublimity of this great\\ncause.\\nLet us onward, then, in our glorious career of freedom free-\\ndom not only from the shackles of political oppression, but social,", "height": "4304", "width": "2684", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "RETROSPECT OF THE PAST. 17\\nmoral freedom until man is redeemed from the degradation of\\nignorance and folly and crime, and attains that lofty eminence\\nin the scale of being for which he was designed by his God.\\nBeing a common cause the cause of humanity who should\\nnot feel an interest in its complete and final triumph It is a\\ncontest between virtue and vice, happiness and misery, in which\\nthere is no neutral ground. Activity is the soul of duty. Then\\non, brothers, on the guardian angel that attends the virtuous\\nand the good, with her snow-white banner of Love, Purity\\nand Fidelity unfurled, beckons you to the charge! If you are\\nvictorious in the struggle, no warrior s chaplet may adorn your\\nbrow no loud hosannas fall upon your ear, but that heartfelt\\njoy and fullness of satisfaction will be yours, that all of earth s\\nwealth, pageantry and power can never purchase. And when\\nyou fall, though your grave may be unmarked with storied urn\\nor monumental marble, and nought but the rude winds sound\\nyour requiem-dirge, as they moan through the tall grass that\\nwaves above you, the cheering light of your meritorious labors\\nwill shed a rich halo over your last moments and when the\\nlaurels of the conquerors shall have faded, and the deeds of the\\nrenowned are forgotten, your work of love and kindness will be\\ngreen in the memory of the just and treasured in the hearts of\\nthe good.", "height": "4236", "width": "2516", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "THE CONVICT\\nBY MISS ALICE CAREY.\\nThe first of the September eves\\nSunk its red basement in the sea,\\nAnd like swart reapers bearing sheaves\\nDim shadows thronged immensity.\\nThen from his ancient kingdom, night\\nWooing the tender twilight came,\\nAnd from her tent of soft blue light,\\nBore her away, a bride of flame.\\nPushing away her golden hair,\\nAnd listening to the Autumn s tread,\\nAlong the hill-tops, bleak and bare,\\nWent Summer, burying her dead.\\nThe frolic winds, out-laughing loud,\\nPlayed with the thistle s silver beard,\\nAnd drifting seaward like a cloud,\\nSlowly the wild-birds disappeared.", "height": "4304", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE CONVICT. 19\\nUpon a hill with mosses brown,\\nBeneath the blue roof of the sky,\\nAs the dim day went sadly down,\\nStood all the friend I had, and I.\\nWatching the sea-mist of the strand,\\nWave to and fro in evening s breath,\\nLike the pale gleaming of the hand,\\nThat beckons from the shore of death.\\nTalking of days of goodness flown\\nOf sorrow s great o erwhelming waves;\\nOf friends whom we had loved and known,\\nNow sleeping in their voiceless graves.\\nAnd as our thoughts o erswept the past,\\nLike stars that through the darkness move,\\nOur hearts grew softer, and at last\\nWe talked of friendship, talked of love.\\nThen, as the long and level reach\\nBack to our homestead old we trod,\\nWe pledged to each, be true to each,\\nTrue to our fellows, true to God.\\nForth to life s conflict and its care,\\nDoomed wert thou, my friend, to go,\\nLeaving me only hope and prayer\\nTo shelter my poor heart from wo.", "height": "4276", "width": "2556", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "20 THE CONVICT.\\nA little year, and we shall meet,\\nStill at my heart that whisper thrills\\nThe spring-shower is not half so sweet,\\nCovering with violets all the hills.\\nDimly the days sped, one by one,\\nSlowly the weeks and months went round,\\nUntil again September s sun\\nLighted the hill with moss embrowned.\\nThat night we met, my friend and I,\\nNot as. the last year saw us part,\\nHe as a convict doomed to die,\\nI with a bleeding, breaking heart.\\nNot in our homestead, low and old,\\nNor under evening s roof of stars,\\nBut where the earth was damp and cold,\\nAnd the light struggled through the bars.\\nOthers might mock him, or disown\\nWith lying tongue, my place was there,\\nAnd as I bore him to the throne\\nUpon the pleading arms of prayer;\\nHe told me how Temptation s hand\\nPrest the red wine-cup to his lips,\\nLeaving him powerless to withstand\\nAs the storm leaves the sinking ship.", "height": "4304", "width": "2688", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE CONVICT. 21\\nAnd how all blind to evil then,\\nDown from the way of life he trod,\\nSinning against his fellow-men\\nReviling the dear name of God.\\nAt morn he met a traitor s doom,\\nI living on from hope apart,\\nTo plant the flowers about his tomb\\nThat cannot blossom in my heart.", "height": "4228", "width": "2532", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "STORY OF THE BOTTLE.\\nBY S. F. CARY, M. W. P\\nIn the progress of the Temperance Reformation many scenes\\nhave transpired, which are eminently worthy of a permanent\\nrecord. The history of this reform, if its details could be writ-\\nten, would furnish a richer fund of incident than all the works\\nof fiction ever published. The many wonderful revolutions\\nwrought in the family circle, the sudden changes from unmingled\\nwretchedness to unalloyed happiness, from death to life, from\\nthe bondage of sin, to the liberty of the sons of God, would\\nfill volumes. The cerements of the tomb have been unsealed\\nand intemperance has given up the dead.\\nWho has not seen the poor inebriate trembling upon the giddy\\nverge of a drunkard s hell, taken from his perilous condition,\\nhis feet planted on the rock of ages, and a new song put into\\nhis mouth even praise to God.\\nThe writer has witnessed many scenes that would have awak\\nened in the most unfeeling bosom, undying sympathies for this\\nHeaven-sent reform. The evidences that God is its author and\\nfriend are numerous and convincing. Nothing but that spirit\\nthat called Lazarus from the tomb, could re-animate the whis\\nky-rotted carcass of an outcast drunkard. Man may roll\\naway the stone but divine energy must call the dead to life.", "height": "4296", "width": "2688", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4252", "width": "2568", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0037.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0038.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "STORY OF THE BOTTLE. 23\\nThe incident the writer imperfectly attempts to sketch, occur-\\nred in one of the cities of the West, during that period when\\nthe whole community were excited by the Washingtonian\\nmovement a movement which arrested thousands, and tens of\\nthousands^ who were on their way to the second death, who are\\nnow ripening for glory, honor, immortality, and eternal life a\\nmovement which has filled many desolate homes and hearts\\nwith thanksgiving and the voice of melody.\\nFor nearly a week I had been laboring day and night in the\\nplace referred to, the houses were crowded to overflowing, and\\nnear two thousand had taken the pledge. The lifting up the\\nbrazen serpent in the wilderness in the days of old, was not\\nmore potent to heal those who had been bitten, than was the\\npledge on this occasion to extract the scorpion s sting.\\nThe blind received their sight, the lame walked, the lepers\\nwere cleansed. It was indeed a Pentecostal season.\\nOur last appointment was at eight o clock in the morning,\\nand the interest continuing unabated, at that early hour the\\nspacious sanctuary was filled. I had been speaking but a few\\nmoments when I observed a poor drunkard seated on the thres-\\nhold of the door near the place I occupied. Doubtless for the\\nfirst time in many long years, he had approached the Lord s\\nhouse. He had been worshipping at a different shrine. His\\nbloated face, bloodshed eyes, trembling limbs and ragged gar-\\nments, attested how faithfully he had served the God of his\\nidolatry, and how his devotions had been rewarded. These out-\\nward exhibitions were but the signals of distress hung out by\\nthe soul, the evidences of the utter desolation of the inner man.\\nLike others who have faithfully served the same cruel and inex-\\norable tyrant, he had suffered persecutions, stripes and imprison-\\nments, his name was cast out as evil, and his family and friends\\nwere filled with loathing and disgust at his presence. All hope", "height": "4268", "width": "2524", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0039.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "24 STORY OF THE BOTTLE.\\nof his renouncing his allegiance had long since fled. The poor-\\nhouse, the prison, and the more cheerless hovel, had been alter-\\nnately his abiding place. He had drank the cup of bitterness\\nto its very dregs there was nothing left to him of life but the\\npower to suffer, and he had experienced all of death but the\\nquiet of the grave. Such was the wreck of what once was the\\nimage of God, now marred and defaced, that had found his way\\nto the door-stone of the sanctuary.\\nA little boy occupying a position near the inebriated wretch,\\ndiscovered protruding from the pocket of his tattered coat, a\\nsmall green flask partly filled with whisky. The roguish little\\nfellow watching his opportunity, slyly possessed himself of the\\nbottle and placed it in the pulpit. I held it up before the audi-\\nence, and inquired who was benefited by the manufacture or\\ntrafhc of the accursed poison\\nThey all recognized the owner of the bottle without knowing\\nhow it had found its way into the pulpit. The people were\\ntold that they were iri partnership in the trade of making pau-\\npers, lunatics, and criminals that a portion of the profits derived\\nfrom the sale of that pint of whisky was in the city treasury\\nthat men were authorized for the public good to fill the\\nbottles and the stomachs of drunkards, and convert the earth\\ninto a lazar house and a prison.\\nWhile thus pursuing my remarks the owner missed his trea-\\nsure, and lifting his maudlin eyes recognized it in my hand.\\nHowever worthless, it was to him a priceless treasure for its\\nburning and consuming fires he had sacrificed health, strength,\\ncharacter and reputation, and alienated himself from wife and\\nfriends, from country and God. Without hesitation or delay\\nraising himself up, he staggered into the house and took his\\nposition before me. Pointing to the bible, he said That book\\ndeclares you must render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar s", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0040.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "STORY OF THE BOTTLE. 25\\ngive me my bottle. Instantly handing him his bottle, I re-\\nplied I suppose I must render unto Ceesar that which is Caesar s,\\nbut I beg you to break that bottle, that you may render unto\\nGod the things that are God s.\\nThe appropriateness of his quotation from scripture, the ludi-\\ncrousness of its application, added to his wretched appearance,\\ncalled forth a sudden burst of laughter. When I quoted the\\nremainder of the passage, accompanied with the appeal, the\\nchange in the emotions of the audience was painfully sudden.\\nIn an instant silence reigned, the very throbbings of the heart\\ncould almost be heard. I continued the appeal to the wreck of\\na man before me, hoping that some cord had partially escaped\\nthe consuming fire which might be made to vibrate. His own\\nhappiness, his relations to his friends, his country and his God\\nwere all presented. His half drowned memory was invoked to\\ncall up the recollection of happier years, and the cheering hopes\\nand bright prospects which were his in better days. What had\\nblasted those hopes, what had cast a shadow over those pros-\\npects? What was bowing that manly form, tearing his heart\\nand burning his brain 1 What had rendered him an alien and\\nan outcast Was it not the demon, personified in the bottle he\\nheld in his trembling hand Was he not charmed by a serpent\\nwhose sting was death, and whose poison was wrankling in his\\nveins, and consuming his very vitals\\nHe listened, and gave evidence that waning reason though\\nweak, was struggling with giant appetite, and who should get\\nthe victory was becoming a momentous question a question of\\nlife and death. I bid him resolve, tendered him the right hand\\nof fellowship, and the sympathies of the good and virtuous\\nassured him that others had broken the tyrant s chain that he\\nwas a man and brother, and had only fallen in the way we\\nhad in weakness trod That his horizon now enveloped in", "height": "4292", "width": "2580", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0041.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "26 STORY OF THE BOTTLE.\\ndarkness might again be bright and joyous, and instead of wan-\\ndering up and down in the earth, seeking rest and finding none,\\nthe heavens above him as brass, and the earth beneath his feet\\nas iron, he might find a happy home, and thrice happy friends\\nFor him again the blazing hearth may burn,\\nAnd busy housewife ply her evening care,\\nThe children run to lisp their sire s return\\nAnd climb his knees the envied kiss to share.\\nI showed him the path of life, happiness and salvation. While\\nI thus addressed him, the whole audience looked on with breath-\\nless anxiety, to witness the result of the conflict. At length his\\nfingers seemed one by one, to be fastening as with the grasp\\nof death upon his bottle, and with a force almost superhuman,\\nhe dashed it to atoms upon the floor and was free\\nThe audience breathed again, and their feelings so long pent\\nup, and accumulating strength at every succeeding moment,\\nbroke forth like an avalanche. Shoutings and tears were ming-\\nled for the lost was found, the dead was alive again.\\nThis triumph of resolution over appetite, and the whole chain\\nof circumstances leading to this happy result, created feelings\\nthat could not be restrained, and all were deeply moved.\\nAbout four years subsequent to this occurrence, it was my\\nfortune to visit the same city, and again addressed the people on\\nthe same fruitful theme. After talking to the multitude some\\ntwo hours they were dismissed. I had descended from the pul\\npit, and was waiting for the crowd to disperse, when a middle\\naged lady, neatly but plainly clad, came down the aisle and\\ngrasped one of my hands with botfi of her s, her whole frame\\nwas convulsed by the strength of her emotions, but she was\\nspeechless. The tears chased each other down the furrows of\\nher cheek, made the deeper by misfortune, her lips quivered,", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0042.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "STORY OF THE BOTTLE. 27\\nand at length she stammered out, God bless you brother Cary\\nGod bless you God bless you. That man who broke the\\nbottle when you was here before was my husband he is\\nnow a member of the Methodist Church with me, and we are\\ngoing home to Heaven together. Morning and evening, we\\nremember you in our prayers God bless you brother Cary\\nGod bless you\\nThe reader cannot imagine my emotions at that moment. I\\nwould not have exchanged them for those of Wellington after\\nthe battle of Waterloo, or of any other conqueror of earth. All\\nthe gold of California laid at my feet would not have afforded\\nequal gratification.\\nThe fawning that wealth commands, the huzzas of the popu-\\nlace which greet a political leader the glory of the warrior s\\nsword, may impart a momentary enjoyment but it is not an\\nenjoyment that descends into the great deep of the soul. To\\nhave a home in the heart of an obscure woman to be borne on\\nthe arms of a strong faith before the throne of mercy -to be\\nassured that God has made us the instrument of delivering a\\nsoul from death, kindling anew the fires of affection, rebuilding\\na broken-down family altar these are stars in the crown of\\nrejoicing that never grow dim laurels that never fade riches\\nthat never perish.", "height": "4276", "width": "2588", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0043.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "S. F. CARY, M. W. P.\\n(SEE FRONTISPIECE.)\\nSamuel Fenton Cary was born in Cincinnati, February 18,\\n1814. His father, William Gary, was an early emigrant to the\\nnorth-west territory from the State of Vermont, and shared in\\nthe perils and privations incident to the first settlement of that,\\nthen wild country. The subject of this sketch was the youngest\\nof three children, and passed his youth on his father s farm in\\nthe neighborhood of Cincinnati. In 1831 he entered Miami\\nUniversity and graduated with a numerous class in 1835, sharing\\nthe first honors of the Institution. Entering immediately upon\\nthe study of the law in his native city, he received the degree\\nof Bachelor of Laws from the Cincinnati College in -1837, and\\nwas shortly after admitted to the bar.\\nHis extensive acquaintance, and devotion to the business of\\nhis profession, soon secured him a large and lucrative practice.\\nFew men in the west have entered upon their professional career\\nwith more brilliant prospects of success. As an advocate he had\\nfew rivals. He was very frequently retained in important crim-\\ninal cases, and was remarkably successful.\\nAt an early age his sympathies were warmly enlisted in the\\ncause of Temperance, and before he entered upon public life\\nhe had delivered numerous addresses upon this subject. When", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0044.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "S. F. CARY, M. W. P. 29\\nbrought more immediately in contact with the world, and when\\nled to inquire into the causes of crime, he was satisfied that a\\nthorough change in the social customs was necessary. He had\\ndaily opportunities of knowing that intemperance was the great\\ncentral vice, the radiating point of all crime. Frequently was\\nhe called to speak upon the subject of Temperance and elo-\\nquently did he plead the cause of total abstinence when its\\nadvocates were few.\\nWhen the Washingtonian Reform began its wonderful career,\\nMr. Cary was one of the first to welcome it, and his own spiritual\\nstrength being renewed, he labored with unusual earnestness to\\narouse the public mind to the giant evil. His voice was heard,\\nnot only in his native city and State, but throughout most of the\\nwestern, middle and eastern states. Seeking no reward, but the\\nconsciousness of doing good, he traveled thousands of miles and\\ninduced multiplied thousands to sign the pledge. In a tour\\nthrough New England, in 1845, he was listened to by immense\\nassemblages of people. A leading eastern journal of that day\\ngives the following truthful sketch of his manner of speaking,\\nand the impressions made\\nMr. Cary is perhaps, one of the best orators of the age.\\nWe understand he was trained in the legal profession; it is suffi-\\nciently evident, whatever the training of his powers may have\\nbeen, that he is a well bred scholar. All who heard him were\\neither convinced of the truthfulness of his argument, or if\\nalready convinced, felt within themselves an awakening of the\\nearly interests that moved them in the cause. He speaks like a\\nGreek with the simplicity, the cultivated naturalness, the pun-\\ngency and unembarrassed force of the ancient orators. Mr.\\nCary s eloquence does not consist in empty words, in which the\\nidea is secondary to the language in which it is conveyed, and\\nwhich is an evil too common with our professed scholars who", "height": "4276", "width": "2580", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0045.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "30 S. F. CARY, M. W. P.\\nspeak in public: nor does it consist in intellectual exhibition\\nalone it seems to have its source in a warm heart, gushing with\\nthe feelings of the man, and throbbing with the impulses of a\\ngospel faith. c I may be suspected of seeking your money, said\\nthe speaker, while endeavoring to relieve the prejudices and\\nfiavils of such of his hearers as might entertain them, c I ask no\\nmoney I have money to spend, thank God in this great cause. 5\\nThe man stands before the people not only as a mighty cham-\\npion of the greatest cause, perhaps of the age, but he is worthy\\nof his calling distinctly set apart from sordid motives, worthy\\nof the fellowship of the good, and the lovers of the unhappy\\nclass whose miseries he pities and whose good he advocates.\\nMr. Cary is near six feet high, thick set, with a large head\\ncovered with an unusual amount of very black hair, broad chest,\\nand short neck. He has a large keen black eye with a benev-\\nolent expression of countenance. When by the current of his\\nfeelings he is excited, his eye lights up with a burning brilliancy,\\nand his whole face, frame and every thing about him, indicate\\nwith the force of breathing thoughts, and burning words, the\\nterrible strength of his own emotion. In 1844 Mr. Cary was, by\\nthe pressing necessities of the reform, induced to abandon the\\npractice of his profession, which was rapidly bringing him wealth\\nand distinction, and devote his entire energies to the cause.\\nThough not what the world would call rich, he had a compe-\\ntence and was therewith content. From that time forward his la-\\nbors have been exceedingly arduous and self-sacrificing. During\\nthe year 1848 he traveled through seventeen states and Lower\\nCanada, and addressed more than 300,000 people. His voice\\nhas, perhaps, been heard by more persons than any man of his\\nage in the Union. Always declining compensation, his expen-\\nditures have been very large. We doubt whether any one in\\nthis country has made so great personal sacrifices for the cause", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0046.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "S. F. CARY, M. W. P 31\\nof Temperance as Mr. Cary. Feeling the necessity of a more\\nthorough organization of the friends of this reform than had\\nbeen presented, he hailed the Institution of the Sons of Tem-\\nperance as the one that should give it stability and success. He\\nwas one of the Charter Members of the first Divisions in the\\nwest. He was elected G. W. P. of Ohio in 1846, and during\\nhis official year more than three hundred Divisions were institut-\\ned in that State. He first became a Member of the N. D. at\\nPhiladelphia in May, 1847. In June, 1848, at Baltimore, he\\nwas installed as the Official Head of the Order in North Amer-\\nica, for two years. The Journals of the G. D. of Ohio, and of\\nthe N. D., and his messages to these bodies, show that he is\\ndevoted to the interests of the Order, only because he regards its\\nprogress as necessary to the extension and prosperity of the great\\nTemperance Reform.\\nFor several years he edited, gratuitously, the first and most\\nprominent Temperance paper in the west. He has also written\\nseveral tracts which have had a very wide circulation. Mr.\\nCary has been quite prominent as a political speaker, but for\\nseveral years has felt that the Temperance Reform should com-\\nmand his entire energies, believing that in this way he might\\nrender his country and his race more essential service. He was\\nhonored with the appointment of Paymaster General of Ohio\\nfor the term of four years.\\nHe was married in 1836, and during the same year connected\\nhimself with the Presbyterian Church, of which he has since\\nbeen a prominent member. His marriage relation was broken\\nby the death of his companion and, he subsequently married\\nagain.\\nSuch is a brief and imperfect sketch of one of the leaders of\\nthe great Temperance Army.", "height": "4292", "width": "2572", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0047.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "BR ANDIOP ATHY;\\nO R\\nJUST A LITTLE FOR MEDICINE.\\nBY REV. H. D. KITCHEL.\\nPathology should of right be the science of the Pathies, an\\nology concerning itself with all these various systems of medica-\\ntion, one-sided and hobbyhorsical, in which the genius of a suf-\\nfering and experimenting race is feeling yet, age after age, after\\nsome Art of Healing. It is a branch of science yet in its in-\\nfancy, but promises in some future years of discretion to become\\none of the most comprehensive and rich. Meantime we are\\n3^et proving all things, and enduring all things, and inductively\\ngathering up the materials for a great conclusion. From all\\nthese pathies and all this experimenting, we trust there will\\ncome forth in the end a Theory and Practice of greater breadth\\nand perfectness than the world has yet seen. Then shall no\\nquackery be, regular or irregular. Then will our grandchildren\\nbe cured. Let us in these afflicted middle ages rejoice in the\\nhope which thus glimmers in the future, and count it a comfort,\\nas we perish of our Allopathy or Homoeopathy, Hydropathy,\\nLobeliapathy, and the rest, that at least we are useful subjects\\ndying for the admonition and instruction of generations to come.", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0048.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "BRANDIOPATHY. 33\\nAmong these pathies, or one-eyed systems of medication,\\nthere is one, which, without a name, and under some variety of\\nform, has long held a high degree of popularity. It has been\\ncontent without a name. Any pertinent name would have\\nproved only a burdensome appendage, provoking considerations\\nand suspicions altogether inconvenient. If only it might win\\nquiet and general acceptance if it might silently penetrate all\\nprevalent systems of medicine, and reduce them to so many\\nagencies of its own why should it fondly court a name? It\\nhas been too wise for that too wise to adopt the attitude of\\nbelligerent exclusiveness. It has chosen rather to place itself in\\nrelations of friendly alliance with other systems, and take tribute\\nof them all.\\nOf the many delusions which Strong Drink has fastened on\\nmen, one of the most mishievous is found in the persuasion that,\\n:n one form of it or another, it is specially adapted to the pre-\\nvention or healing of all manner of disease. On this notion it\\nhas wrought itself essentially into almost the whole materia of\\nmedicine. It has established itself, well-nigh, as the universal\\nsolvent, and vehicle, and conservative element in pharmacy.\\nThis, indeed, though it gives it a vast advantage, is not the point\\nof chief complaint. It has far more dangerous pretentions. It\\nhas come to be, in the vulgar estimation, the preventive, the\\nalleviative, or the cure, of every malady that has a name, and\\nof a thousand maladies that have no name, among men. And\\non the broad current of this persuasion the world delights. For\\nwhat disease, what weakness, or ache, or ill, that flesh is heir to,\\nis not some form of Alcohol deemed and employed by thousands\\nas the sovereignest thing in nature? Gather a jury of nurses\\nover the cradle of an ailing infant, or around the sick of what-\\never age, and listen to their prescriptions, their all-healing con-\\ncoctions, teas, syrups, infusions no matter what else, one thing", "height": "4300", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0049.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "34 BRANDIOPATHY.\\nhas a place in them all, the very soul of them, Jest a drop o\\nihe best sort o real old giniwine It is the universal\\nsanative. Calomel has not so many uses, nor Sarsaparilla. I\\nwould rather have a patent on Alcohol as a medicine than on all\\nthe nostrums extant. It is the medicine of the age.\\nNow it is not needful to specify here what of all this is utterly\\ndelusive and mischievous, and what little may, by possibility\\nwith great care, have good uses. We are little better than sheer\\ninfidels, we frankly confess, as to the use or need of Alcohol in\\nmedicine while we are wholly and intensely convinced that\\nthe vulgar employment of it as a remedial agent is breeding and\\naggravating disease, obstructing the efforts of genuine medical\\nskill, and secretly fostering Intemperance, beyond any other\\ncause that can be named.\\nBrandiopathy let it have a name This is the form of the\\nsystem to which circumstances have of late given special cur-\\nrency. For if the Cholera has slain its thousands directly, it\\nwould be found, if the whole range of causes and influences\\ncould be compassed, that it has slain its ten thousands by the\\nvulgar use of brandy as a preventive and remedy. At the\\nrumored approach of that disease, recourse is every where had\\namong large classes to the Brandiopathic treatment and thus\\nthe way of the pestilence is paved, its victims made ready, its\\nwork half-wrought to its hand.\\nThe following narrative may serve to present, in a very limited\\nmeasure, the working of this system. For the comfort of any\\nwho desire to feel that it is only fiction they are reading, it may\\nbe proper to state that the following is as ficticious as the facts\\nin the case would allow, and we regret, more than they, that it\\nis not wholly an idle tale.\\nIn the summer of 1849, while the Cholera was hovering over\\nall our cities, and raging here and there in its fury, we took our", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0050.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "BRANDIOPATHY. 35\\nroute toward the upper Lakes, assured that if health had any-\\nwhere a local habitation, its home would be in the cool exhila-\\nrating air, and amid the beautiful scenery of these inland seas.\\nIt was with a feeling of indescribable relief that we exchanged\\nthe funeral atmosphere of crowded and death-stricken cities, for\\nthe free breezes that here swept so freshly around us from the\\ncool north. There was life in the clear air, and every wave that\\nwashed our steamer seemed to utter assurances of safety. Here,\\nat least, the pestilence has no place. It may riot in the close\\nalleys of the town, and claim for its foredoomed victims the chil-\\ndren of squalid want and vice but here, surely, it may not come\\nWe were some three hours out of port from one of those\\nthriving cities that are springing into full-grown life along the\\nLakes, but which shall be nameless here, lest this should be\\nfound an over true tale. A few cases of the dreaded epi-\\ndemic had occurred within it, of a dubious and occasional char-\\nacter, creating wide alarm, indeed, but threatening real danger\\nonly to those whose excesses should invite the blow. We were\\njust beginning to rest in the fond hope that we had left the\\ndestroyer behind us, when a sudden commotion was observed\\nbelow, and a hurried inquiry ran along the cabin for any physi-\\ncian who might chance to be among the passengers. It was the\\ncholera The mate was seized with it was already nearly in-\\nsensible. As one, somewhat conversant with the disease, we\\ngained admission to the sufferer. An insufferable odor of brandy,\\nqualified with laudanum, revealed at once the treatment and the\\nobvious cause of the disease. For weeks he had drenched him-\\nself with the popular preventive. For weeks he had cured\\nhimself daily with the same palatable remedy. He had at last\\ncured himself into it And still as he lay writhing under the\\nhorrid malady, almost every voice was loudly urging a further\\nresort to brandy as the only hope.", "height": "4284", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0051.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "36 BRANDIOPATHY.\\nSickened and protesting in vain against this infatuated course,\\nwe left the dying man and sought the open air. Already the\\nboat was put about, and we were on the return. And now the\\npanic was visible in every countenance. Passing the bar, we\\nfound it thronged with applicants for the grand preventive Pre-\\nmonitory symptoms were spreading, and many were earnestly\\nsetting forth the virtues of the popular specific.\\nAll this was not new, for it had been our lot to observe the\\neffects of this very method before. Just this we had witnessed\\non a wider scale a little before, when Fear and Drink and the\\nPlague stalked abreast through one of our fairest western cities,\\nand turned it into a field of graves. There too, from the first,\\nbrandy had been the reliance. High names in the profession,\\nit was said, had recommended it just a little, in certain cases,\\nat certain stages but, alas all limitations, all cautions were for-\\ngotten, and brandy, first, midst and last, was the general resort.\\nThere was at once a visibly increased use of that article among\\nall classes. The intemperate welcomed the prescription, and\\nsought safety in redoubled excesses. The moderates added a\\nlittle to their little. The occasionalists lapsed into habituals. To\\nall these a little was simply a little more. Not a few of the\\nabstinents found the current too strong for them, and took just a\\nlittle for their often infirmities. A few stood firm amid the\\nphrensy, and won again the reproach of ultraism and illiberality.\\nAnd of all this the consequences were just what might have\\nbeen predicted. For one case benefited, hundreds were injured.\\nAside from all ulterior effects in breeding a depraved and ruinous\\nappetite for drink, and in sowing widely the seeds of shame and\\nmisery to ripen in years to come, the direct and immediate,\\nresult was to produce derangement and morbid excitement, and\\nthrow open the door for the very disease they were dreading.\\nAmong the passengers there was one, who upon the first cas-", "height": "4304", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0052.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "BRANDIOPATHY. 37\\nual notice had attracted our attention. An indefinable some-\\nwhat hung about him which we could not solve. He was one\\nof those moral half-breeds in society who have not yet found\\ntheir level originally of the virtuous, but tending strongly down-\\nward under the dominion of evil appetites. Shabbity genteel,\\nstill looking up toward some sphere of worth and respect in\\nwhich he had once moved, and yet drawn downward irresisti-\\nbly toward his own place, he seemed hovering yet between the\\nevil and the good, lost to all but weak wishes and vain regrets.\\nAgain and again, as he passed, he awoke in us the sentiment of\\na something long since known, but changed and lost.\\nThis man was found the nearest approach to a physician on\\nboard, and had figured largely in the scene that had just tran-\\nspired. Brandy was the head and front of his practice. Him\\ntoo we had seen practising at the bar, in a style that left no\\nroom to question his faith in the remedy he prescribed. We\\nwere little over half-way back to port, when, almost in the same\\nbreath, the mate was reported as dead, and Dr. Lewis as seized\\nwith the same disease.\\nLewis Aye, that is it, then The mystery dissolved in an\\ninstant at that name. And this was James Lewis This was\\nthe miserable remnant of that noble one And now, as he lay\\nstretched in stupor before us, his sunken and haggard features\\nrevealed, far more distinctly than before, the familiar look of the\\nearly and most intimate friend of my youth. Amid the rigid\\nlines now reappeared more clearly what he once had been, as\\nthe features of the dead often resume the expression of a long-\\npast and better time. As yet his history for the last fifteen years\\nwas a sealed book, save as it told itself in his changed and fallen\\nair, and gave assurance that it had been a history of weakness\\nand sorrow.\\nPlied to her utmost, our boat soon lay at the wharf. The", "height": "4284", "width": "2596", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0053.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "38 BRANDIOPATHY.\\ninsensible man was immediately conveyed to the hospital, and\\nthe best attendance secured. The application of extreme exci-\\ntants finally awoke the remnant of life, and inspired, for a time,\\na hope that he might be saved.\\nAt an interval of exertion we approached the attending phy-\\nsician, and inquired if this were not an unusual aspect of the\\ndisease 1\\nThe case is not uncommon, he replied; but which of his\\ndiseases do you refer to\\nThe Cholera, of course what else could this be\\nThere is Cholera in it, indeed, was his reply, and that\\nwill doubtless decide the business but as yet it is the least of his\\ndiseases. Fright and brandy have ailed him, and his struggle is\\nstill mainly with these and their effects.\\nThen he can be saved\\nThat is very unlikely. He has yet two other enemies to\\ncontend with. He will pass from this torpor into a state of\\nuncontrolable nervous agitation, substantially a delirium tremens\\nand what remains the Cholera will finish. Such cases are of\\nfrequent occurrence, and leave scarce a ray of hope.\\nBut this is not mere intoxication, we continued, anxious to\\ngather the views of one who evidently penetrated the whole\\ncase.\\na Not that merely. The matter is complicated. He was\\nalarmed, and in his agitation poured down brandy. This had\\nan effect wholly different from that which it commonly pro-\\nduces. The sentiment of fear, like any other strong emotion or\\nany acute disease, overmastered the stimulus, and disarmed it of\\nits intoxicating effect, and turned it into a simple auxiliary. Its\\nwhole force was spent on the excited nervous system, and drove\\nit rapidly through phrensy into exhaustion and stupefaction.\\nWe shall probably arouse him from this state though I can", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0054.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "BRANDIOPATHY. 39\\nscarcely justify it to myself to be the instrument of waking him\\nto endure the torments of the next hour.\\nWe led him to speak of the popular preventive.\\nBrandy, said he, is more fatal among- us than any dis-\\nease. The approach of the Cholera has, in effect, elevated all\\nour dram-houses into apothecary shops. Brandy is profusely\\nused, and in connection with the panic produces a multitude of\\ncases scarcely to be distinguished from Cholera. In other cases\\nit breaks down every defence, and throws wide open the door\\nfor the entrance of that disease. Already fitted by past dissipa-\\ntion to be the first victims of the pestilence, the lovers of drink\\nfly at once to their enemy for succor. Thousands go thus satu-\\nrated with drink, on the verge of mania a potu, and fall an easy\\nprey to the choleric influence. They are not exhilarated, not\\ninebriated by their draughts intense nervous excitement super-\\ncedes that effect repeated and augmented doses fail to elevate\\nand cheer them, and serve only to push them down the declivity\\nof sinking nature into just the condition of this wretched man.\\nViolent measures will awake them from this, but only to pass\\nthem forward into a scene of reactive agony, the more intense\\nfor every drop of stimulus in the previous treatment. Delirium\\nensues, the exhausted system falls into the collapse of Cholera,\\nand is relieved by death. Did not others require it, I would\\nnever attempt to recover such cases from the easier death which\\nthe sinking stage presents.\\nThe room was now resounding with the shrieks of the sufferer.\\nNature was at length fully aroused, and the reaction was terrible.\\nThe moment his eye fell on us as we entered, he sprang from\\nthe grasp of his attendants, and shrieking our name cowered in\\nan agony of fright in the corner of his bed. He hid his face\\nfor a time with every demonstration of terror, then started up\\nand struck around him wildly, as if encompassed with unseen", "height": "4288", "width": "2572", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0055.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "40 BRANDIOPATHY.\\nassailants and ever as his eye rested on us, he recoiled again\\nas if transfixed at the sight. At intervals he would sink down\\nexhausted, and rave in confused mutterings of distress. It was\\nplain that he recognized us and what to all others was inco-\\nherent and unmeaning, to our ear revealed the reminiscences of\\nlong -past scenes, that were crowding now, at the hint of an old\\nfamiliar look, on his distracted spirit. All scenes of peril and\\nfear through which he had ever passed, he was passing through\\nagain many in which we had borne a share. Again he fell\\nfrom the cliff we had climbed together in boyhood, and he was\\ntaken up mangled and senseless. Again we bathed in the\\nstream of our native valley, and he was swept out into its cur-\\nrent and borne down, to be dragged out at the last moment of\\nrecoverable life. He shrieked our name again, as in that very\\nscene when we strove in vain to reach him as he drifted past.\\nAt moments of less distraction, the recollections of happier\\nscenes seemed floating over his soul, but they lapsed speedily\\ninto others which we could not recognize, of apparently later\\ndate and of a more mournful character.\\nA few hours after he was borne to the hospital, a care-worn\\nand sorrowful woman with her daughter of some sixteen years,\\nplainly but neatly clad, approached the scene. They were the\\nwife and child of Lewis. Their meeting was full of inexpres-\\nsible wo, and plunged the unhappy man into the extreme of\\nwild agitation. Collapse soon ensued, and at the end of another\\nhour he was dead.\\nWhen all was over, and the smitten wife and daughter had\\nrecovered from the first gush of grief, we approached and offer-\\ned, as a stranger, the sympathy and aid which they evidently\\nneeded. The changes of fifteen eventful years had effectually\\nveiled us from their recollection and it was only by rare and\\nshadowy traces that we could recall, in the faded form before", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0056.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "BRANDIOPATHY. 41\\nus, the gay and beautiful Eleanor Williams, who eighteen years\\nbefore became the bride of James Lewis. We forbore to add to\\nher distress by revealing, as yet, that one who had known her\\nin better days was now a witness of her fallen and desolate\\nstate. It was evident that extreme want had become familiar\\nto the family and we shuddered to think by what bitter steps\\nthe descent had been effected from what they once were, to\\nwhat now appeared.\\nHastily and with little observance, the body of our early\\nfriend was laid to rest in the city burial-place, among the fresh\\nmounds that began to attest the work of the pestilence. At our\\npressing instance some decent rites were not omitted a prayer\\nwas breathed over the decently coffined dead, and the broken-\\nhearted wife rejoiced in the plain marble which might serve\\nhereafter to guide her to her husband s grave.\\nWhen all was done, we easily gained permission to serve\\nthem still further. Their residence was nearly seven miles out\\nfrom the city, in a thinly populated district, still wearing the air\\nof a new settlement. The first generation of rude log-built\\ndwellings had not passed away. It was one of the most fertile\\nspots on earth, and yet poverty and decay were written on every\\ndoor. Narrow patches of wheat were here and there already\\nnodding their yellow heads heavily in the breeze, attesting what\\nthe hand of diligence might have won from so willing a soil.\\nTo one of the least inviting of these miserable abodes we\\naccompanied Eleanor Lewis and her only child. As we bent\\nbeneath the low entrance, and read at a glance the utter desti-\\ntution of the whole scene within, our thoughts turned back\\ninvoluntarily to the home that was once hers, in rural wealth,\\nand peace, and love, on one of the sweetest hill-sides of New-\\nEngland. She sunk on the fragment of a chair, and the full\\ntide of anguish seemed now for the first time to roll over her", "height": "4284", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0057.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "42 BRANDIOPATHY.\\nsoul. Mother and child wept in unrestrained agony of wo.\\nBelieving the time had come, when the recognition of an early\\nfriend would prove a solace, or at least serve to divert a sorrow\\nthat was too crushing to be endured, we ventured to pronounce\\nher maiden name. She started, as if the voice of the dead had\\nfallen on her ear. Something too in the tone had stirred the\\nslumbering memory, and as she gazed on us she seemed as one\\nstruggling, bewildered through mists and darkness back toward\\nthe dim light of other days. Through the tangled maze of\\npresent grief, and through long sad years of suffering, she ap-\\npeared to trace her way painfully back to the far past, to the\\nscenes and the days when that name was familiar. The mys-\\ntery at length cleared away, and the full light of recognition\\nbeamed in her eye.\\nIt was with a painful interest that we gathered up from one\\nsource and another, the history of this family. We lay it before\\nour readers as the history of one, the discovered mystery of ruin\\nin one small circle. It is the history of many. All through the\\nWest, in city and in country, such instances abound. In high\\nplaces and low, through all classes of western society, may be\\nfound those who once stood with the foremost in their profession\\nand practice of temperance, now heartless, recreant, lightly\\ntoying with principles they once held dear, many of them ridi-\\nculing and denouncing the whole theory of abstinence as vain\\nand impracticable. Under ten degress of more Puritanic skies\\nthey once shone in the ranks of the pledged and faithful. While\\nmany of these still retain some damaged relics of their former\\nconvictions and practice, others, scattered through the forests\\nand over the prairies, and struggling with the difficulties and\\ndiseases of a new home, have fallen utterly and forever. And\\nif a considerate search were made into the notions and influences\\nthat have led to this result, one of the chief would be found in", "height": "4304", "width": "2680", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0058.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "BRANDIOPATHY. 43\\nthe so common use, and insidious effect of alcoholic medicines.\\nThey are, to an extent beyond all that has ever been conceived,\\nthe victims of that popular and seductive delusion, which would\\nthrust on every ailing child of Adam, some form of strong drink\\nas a remedy of unfailing virtue.\\nJames Lewis was the model youth of his native town. Sober,\\nindustrious, enterprizing, few gave such promise of worth in\\nmaturer years as he. A vein of Yankee omnificence ran\\nbroadly across his nature, and blending gracefully with his\\nweightier qualities marked him for a prevalent and successful\\nman. Few stood on so broad a basis of character, or seemed so\\nwell fortified against temptation. And as he stood forth firmly\\nand prominently as a leader of his young associates in the cause\\nof temperance, it would have been difficult to imagine that the\\nspoiler could ever reach him.\\nAt an early age he won the heart and hand of Eleanor Wil-\\nliams. A few bright and happy years they lingered in the old\\nhome of their youth. But the story of the West, of its broad\\nrich prairies, its ocean wheat-fields and forests of corn, was then\\nrife on all tongues, and found a ready reception with young\\nLewis. Soon with wife and child he fell into the current and\\nfloated westward, leaving the old homestead in more contented\\nhands.\\nThey were soon floating on the canal. Here commenced\\nthe insidious process of depravation and ultimate ruin. The\\ndamp, chill night-air the morning fogs the unwholesome and\\nunpalatable water, as they crept slowly through the long levels\\nof central and western New York what should shield them\\nfrom these pestiferous influences? The remedy was at hand,\\nwell established brandy, to be sure just a little every tongue\\nprescribed it, and clouds of witnesses corroborated its claims from\\npersonal experience. With as pure intentions as any man ever", "height": "4288", "width": "2572", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0059.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "44 BRANDIOPATHY.\\nswallowed an unwelcome but needful potion, he swallowed the\\npopular all-healing draught. The water was corrected\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the\\ndamp bilious malaria was disarmed the stomach was fortified\\ndaily they found many salvations in brandy. The case became\\nstill more imperative when they reached Buffalo, that limbo of\\nlost New-Englandisms, when so much of Eastern faith and\\npractice gets left behind. The raw breezes of the lakes demand-\\ned a continuance of the Brandiopathic regimen. It was sovereign\\nfor sea-sickness in short, at every step a recurrence to the pan-\\nacea became more indispensable than ever.\\nAt length this West was reached, and the location achieved.\\nWith a strong heart he plunged into the forest, and with a com-\\npany of adventurers like himself began the battle. And had\\nstern forests been their only foe, the victory had been easy.-\\nSlowly these log-dwellings arose, and patches of corn and plots\\nof wheat were springing up around them. But the victory tar-\\nried and was lost. Melancholy agues came, palsying the arm\\nand saddening the heart and all the billious ills that pioneers\\nare heir to observed their order. All these were heavy but all\\nthese have yielded to the brave patience of thousands less brave\\nthan this man. These did not conquer him, but the remedy for\\nthese The poison had taken effect. The remedy was loved,\\nand appetite now demanded what custom had made familiar.\\nThe history need not be minutely followed. It was one ever-\\nrecurring struggle with disease too often cured the deep disease,\\nin a word, of morbid thirst, cleaving to its victim, and ever seek-\\ning and finding the occasions for a cure so welcome. And all\\nthrough that settlement the same cause had wrought the same\\ndesolation.\\nThe rest is briefly told. In virtue of his native tact and lead-\\nership, Lewis had become the medical adviser and druggist gen-\\neral of the little commonwealth. Of late he had spent much\\nof his time in the neighboring city, or vagrantly dispensing his", "height": "4304", "width": "2672", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0060.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "BRANDIOPATHY. 45\\nbitters and concoctions a lost man, but faintly protesting- now\\nagainst perdition. The Cholera panic increased his practice and\\nfinished his career. For months he had been specially fortify-\\ning himself against that malady, even to the verge of delirium\\nand when we met him, he was fleeing in wild alarm to what\\nissue we have seen.\\nIn a week the scanty relics of these wasteful and woful years\\nwere gathered up the three little hillocks beneath the solitary\\nlinden were bathed, for the last time, in tears and the wife and\\ndaughter were on their way to the old New England home.\\nTo you, reader, these glimpses at the downward career of one\\ngifted and safe beyond most, can have but a feeble interest com-\\npared with ours. And yet, if you will look around you, if you\\nwill search a little beneath the surface, you too may find this\\nvery process of perdition repeating itself in every essential fea-\\nture. This is but one glance we have shown you into a great\\ndeep of ruin, concealed, almost unsuspected, into which, one by\\none, a multitude are dropping in silence and mystery from our\\nside. We have shown the process in a single instance a pro-\\ncess which has more to do in furnishing the victims of intem-\\nperance than any suspect. Here is an influence of a nature so\\nsecret and subtle as almost to escape suspicion, yet ever at work,\\nin the past and now, baffling our efforts, ruining our hopes,\\nthrusting back the reformed, ensnaring the unwary, and infect-\\ning whole classes and regions with false notions and a fatal prac-\\ntice. The fruits of all this we have long lamented, while the\\nprocess of the mischief has never been sufficiently explored and\\nadequately estimated. Let us better consider this. It is not an\\noccasional thrust the enemy is making in this sort it is the\\noperation of a well-devised and settled system, old, wide-working\\nevasive of all pledges, eluding the decisions of the judgment\\nand perverting the conscience, and in the name of health and\\nlife ministering the worst of diseases, the most terrible of death*.", "height": "4284", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0061.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "THE VOICE OF THE CHARMER.\\nAN APOL OG-UE.\\nBY MRS. EMMA C. EMBURY.\\nThere was once a child, a noble and beautiful boy, who, des-\\npising- the pastimes of his companions, found all his pleasure in\\nthe woods and wilds. The more inaccessible was the mountain\\npass, the better he loved to tread its rugged way the deeper the\\nmountain torrent, the more tempting seemed its cool waters.\\nGentle and docile as a babe in all things else, in this he was not\\nto be curbed by the will of others, but would wander for days\\nin the deep forest, and heap his bed of dried leaves on the brink\\nof the most frightful precipices.\\nWearied and heated, he entered one day into a dark and nar-\\nrow dell, whose sides were so precipitous and so thickly clothed\\nwith trees that only at noon-day could the sunshine glitter on\\nthe threadlike stream which wound its way through the deep\\nravine. The cool freshness of the place, the shadowy twilight\\ndiffused around, the soft thick turf, which the moisture from the\\nhill-side kept as green as a living emerald, all invited him to\\nrepose. So the boy flung himself beside the rivulet, and resting\\nhis head on the roots of a gigantic oak was fast sinking into\\nslumber, when he was aroused by the faint murmur of music.\\nLike a chime of fairy-bells came that sweet, low ringing tones,", "height": "4304", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0062.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE VOICE OF THE CHARMER. 47\\nso faint, yet so distinct upon his ear. Yet it roused him not\\nfrom his repose it chased away the heavy vapors from his\\nbrain, and brought sweet delicious dreams, but it did not fully\\nawake him. His heart seemed melting within him, and a trem-\\nulous and thrilling torpor was fast creeping over his limbs. But\\neven while the inarticulate singing of that wonderful melody\\nwas in his ears, he felt, rather than saw, a marvelous light shin-\\ning before him. The starry-diamond, the wave-lighted emerald,\\nthe heaven-tinted sapphire, the sunset-hued opal, the shadowless\\nchrysolite, and crimson-hearted ruby, all seemed melted and\\nblended with that ray which flashed and faded, and again gleam-\\ned gloriously before his half-shut eye. The boy grew faint with\\ndelight. The music and the shifting splendors of that ray\\nseemed to him one and the same. He knew not whether his\\neye beheld those charming bells, or his ear was blessed with that\\nrich harmony of colors. Sometimes he struggled faintly to\\narouse himself, and then he ever caught sight of a dimly out-\\nlined form, coiled and twisted like the cable of a mighty ship,\\nwhich seemed hiding itself behind that wondrous light. But the\\nmusic would ring out a sweeter peal, the changeful tints of that\\nmarvelous splendor would flash athwart his sight, until the boy\\nsank back again upon his mossy pillow, dazzled and sick with\\nbeaut) and delight.\\nNoon came and went sunset gilded the green earth night\\nflung her shadowy veil over all nature the quiet stars looked\\ndown into the deep dark dell where the boy was lying yet the\\nmusic paused not, and those wondrous hues were fadeless. For\\nhim nature had but one voice, and life but one aspect. All was\\nbeauty and bliss in that deep intoxication of soul and spirit.\\nOn the morrow an aged man who had gone forth to meditate\\nat eventide, found the boy still lying on the soft turf, with his\\nhead yet resting oh its mossy pillow. But the warm breath", "height": "4276", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0063.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "48 THE VOICE OF THE CHARMER.\\nstirred not now those clustering curls, and his glazed eye was\\nstrained wildly open, as if some brief and terrible agony had\\nroused the sleeper in his life s last hour. He was dead that\\nyoung and gentle boy he had died in that dream of beauty,\\nbut upon his lip was a purple spot, and a single drop of blood\\nhad fallen upon his white bosom.\\nThen said the sage, He hath slept upon the den of the bas-\\nilisk, and it is the queen of the serpents who hath bewildered\\nand slain him.\\nAs he spoke, the flashing of those marvelous tints troubled\\nhis aged eyes, and a creature of strange beauty, bearing upon\\nits head a crown from whence came this wondrous light, reared\\nitself from the root of the old tree, while the chiming of those\\nmystic bells now came with articulate voice.\\nI slew him not, sang the voice I slew not, I breathed a\\ndream of beauty into his spirit, and his human nature sank\\nbeneath its sweetness. I did but kiss his fresh lips, and lo his\\nsoul came forth from its prison house.\\nChild of perdition cried the sage, the hour cometh when\\nthy dazzling crown shall be torn from thy serpent brow, and\\nthy voice of music shall be changed into the wail of everlasting\\ndespair.\\nBut till then, sang the sweet and melancholy voice, till\\nthat evil time cometh, will men listen to my singing, and look\\nupon my beauty, and die in the madness of their dream.", "height": "4288", "width": "2644", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0064.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "T.Doney\\n-i^FoMoWoIPc", "height": "4268", "width": "2656", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0067.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0068.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "DANIEL H. SANDS, P. M. W. P.\\nIt is now nearly thirty years since Mr. Sands had his attention\\ndrawn by providential circumstances to the great evil of the\\ndrinking customs, then almost universally prevalent and early\\nin 1821, he came to the decision to discountenance by his ex-\\nample the use of ardent spirits, and the practice of offering it to\\nothers, he did not then perceive the danger of fermented drinks.\\nBut he was not long in discovering that the great enemy could\\noperate as certainly through wine, ale, cider, c, as through\\nardent spirits, and he comprehended in his decision, all beverages\\nthat could intoxicate.\\nWhen the Washingtonian movement commenced, Mr. Sands\\nwas much impressed with the belief, that not only might the\\nsober be preserved from falling, but that drunkards were not\\nirrecoverably, and hopelessly lost. He rejoiced in the success\\nof the Washingtonians, and was happy to aid them according\\nto his means and opportunities. His heart warmed and expand-\\ned with zeal for the extension of the reform, and when, in 1842,\\nthe organization of the Sons of Temperance took place, Mr.\\nSands was one of the first to enter heartily into it, and was\\nchosen the first W. P. of the first Division of the Order. He\\nwas also the first G. W. P., and the first installed M. W. P. of\\nthe National Division.\\nMr. Sands is a man of great simplicity and integrity of cha-\\nracter, and though quiet and unobtrusive in manner, his influence\\nhas ever been valuable to the Cause.\\n4", "height": "4244", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0069.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE RECHABITE S VISION.\\n(Suggested by the SSth Chapter of Jeremiah)\\nBY REV. C. B. PARSONS.\\nLoud rose the song in Igdaliah s hall,\\nWhere Bacchus crown d, presided o er the feast;\\nThere, wine and wassail spread their mad ning thrall,\\nAnd frenzy rolled from king to cowled priest\\nAs Judah spoke. To Jaazaniah speed,\\nAnd bear unto the Rechabitish seer,\\nThe king s command no stern denial heed,\\nBut bid him straight before us here appear.\\nThat ancient chief who, scorns the vinal grace\\nAnd brands the wine-cup, as a guilty thing,\\nShall here abjure his vow before our face,\\nAnd Jonadab shall know that we are king.\\nSpeed thee, slave, speed while yet the fountains play\\nAnd rich red streams proclaim the king s behest,*\\nQuick bring the seer, that on our natal day,\\nBut stay, he comes hail thou, of heaven blest.\\nIt was not uncommon in ancient days, for kings and nobles on their birth\\ndays to supply the fountains with wine instead of water.", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0070.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE RECHABITE S VISION. 51\\nWelcome to this, our ancient festal hall,\\nYea, doubly so on this our natal day\\nFor now, no strife of war, no trumpet-call\\nShall snatch from Festa, vino s power away.\\nFill high the sparkling bowl fill full the wine,\\nYea, fill, till flood-like it o ernow the brim\\nWe drink to Rechab s race, whose vow and mine,\\nBe now dissolved in this our pledge to him.\\nSo bid the minstrels sound their loudest strain,\\nAnd let the revel banish each control,\\nThe wine is red come drink and fear no pain,\\nLet Rechab s pledge be buried in the bowl.\\nHold mighty king twas Rechab s clarion voice,\\nAnd instant hushed was every noisy breath,\\nIn Jonadab be still our cherished choice,\\nFor true the wine is red tis blood tis death.\\nNo vow be broken by our humble race,\\nNo poison streams defile our healthful life,\\nNo Bach nal routs our peaceful vales disgrace\\nFor drunken orgies lead to deadly strife.\\nNo sacred be our ancient holy vow,\\nWhich still protects, from every fear and dread,\\nAnd stamps on each glad hour from past till now,\\nLook not upon the wine-cup, when tis red.\\nFrom God himself the fearful warning rings,\\nThat they have wo who tarry at the wine,\\nThe serpent s bite, and fatal adder s sting\\nAre in the cup, the counsel is divine.\\nHast thou forgot the Persian and his fate,\\nThe hand and writing on the garnished wall]\\nProverbs, chap, xxiii.", "height": "4284", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0071.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "52 THE RECHABITE S VISION.\\nThe death of Empire and the wreck of State,\\nSwallowed and lost in wretched Bela s fall\\nWhat was there, stronger than his brazen gate,\\nWhat more powerful than Euphrate s tide?\\nNot the Mede, no the wine-cup was the fate,\\nThe wine-cup slew the monarch in his pride.\\nDost thou not see along the lengthened line\\nWhere Grecia s hero also yields his breath\\nThe wine was red, and e en the youth divine,\\nYoung Ammon, f though a god lies cold in death.\\nVainly now Timotheus strikes the lyre,\\nAnd vainly Lais, strives her lord to save,\\nLong at the wine, hath set the fatal fire,\\nAnd Phillip s son sinks to a drunkard s grave.\\nAnd canst thou, King of great Josiah s race\\nThus calmly justify the withering ban?\\nDost thou not tremble? destiny to face,\\nAnd hear the stern reproach, thou art the man\\nThere treason lurks, there rapine, fraud and death,\\nIn clust ring fury madden round the bowl;\\nThere friendship withers, there the Simoon breath\\nOf Zamiel fires fierce torment the soul.\\nTis Circe s cup tis Hecate s deadly bane,\\nTis well begun; the worm that never dies,\\nLet Liberty, nay life itself be ta en,\\nBut never said, that Rechab s conduct lies.\\nHear me, David s son, and mark the tale\\nOf Rechab s sojourn in thy mountain dell,\\nHe came no pauper, fortune to bewail,\\nBut clad in steel, thy foemen to repel.\\nAlexander in his madness, claimed to be the son of Jupiter Ammon.", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0072.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE RECHABITE S VISION. 53\\nWhen Syrian Cohorts crossed the Jordan s wave,\\nAnd shuddering, seized on peaceful Salem s throne,\\nThen Rechab came, to strive, to fight, to save,\\nHis valor thine his vow to God alone.\\nAnd wouldst thou now corrupt old Rechab s name\\nAnd brand the falsehood on his aged brow;\\nTo be like Sampson, cruel sport and shame\\nFor weird wantons these around us now 1\\nNo; e er that Pledge which our great father gave\\nShall be dishonor d in his distant son,\\nWe ll court the cold embraces of the grave,\\nAnd end in virtue, as we first begun.\\nBut hear king, what God has deign d to show;\\nThe veil is lifted off the weight of years,\\nAnd triumph gleams with gratulation s glow,\\nThe fire-stream dies and sober joy appears.\\nAs in my tent I sat on yester-e en\\nAnd mused and mourned o er this, thy wicked day,\\nA vision rose, upon whose face were seen,\\nThings which shall be, though yet they re far away.\\nA city shone, bright, mark monarch great,\\nTwas not our Sodom, neither yet Gomorrah,\\nBut clearly there I saw the drunkard s fate\\nThe spirit glar d, and told of gloomy sorrow.\\nAnd yet it was not all so dark and drear,\\nFor hope was smiling there, was glad, serene\\nThe Lion of the Isles in mad career\\nHad met his fate the Eagle swept the scene.\\nThe wind was wing d with stripes, and stars revolv d\\nWith billowy splendor, in a sea of blue\\nThey told of Union ne er to be dissolved\\nWhile honor lived, or God or heav n was true.", "height": "4292", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0073.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "54 THE RECHABITE S VISION.\\nTwas a new land, where glory brightly beamed,\\nWhere Freedom, regal sat, and slaves were none,\\nHigh amid the glory, glittering, seemed,\\nA name. I read that name twas Washington.\\nThe vision pass d, when lo another sight;\\nMidst teeming thousands, borne aloft in air,\\nWas Rechab s Vow, adorned in spotless white,\\nThe chorus swelled, and honor glistened there.\\nAnd now as snow flakes resting on the night\\nOr orient pearl in swarthy Ethiop s ear,\\nThose collar d hosts of love, all glorious, bright\\nAs bands of angels show, in their career.\\nWhen Moses smote, in desert land the rock\\nAnd Israel s crime was in the flood forgiven,\\nA single fountain answered to the shock,\\nBut now they re many as the stars of heaven.\\nThe Sons of Temperance, each a living spring\\nOf moral power; I see them in the strife,\\nThey drive the foe, they seek, they save and bring,\\nThe poor the withered heart, again to life.\\nHail holy throng, inspirited with Love,\\nBe Purity thy watch ward and thy guard,\\nWhile Fidelity, peerless from above\\nLeads to crowning victory and reward.\\n.At. 4 jB, su At* At* afc\\n-n* *rc* *Jv* TT\\nLike statues all, sat Festa s guests around\\nThe wine untasted on the crimson board.\\nA charm had fix d them spell-bound to the ground,\\nTwas Israel s hope of ancient faith restor d,\\nFor God had bade the Rechabite to stand\\nExample of what Israel should have been,", "height": "4304", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0074.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE RECHABITE S VISION. 55\\nTo lift the voice of warning in the land,\\nAnd bid them flee from wine and shame and sin.\\nThe music ceased, the rout, the revel done\\nBoth king and courtier stole them swift away,\\nAnd left the champion seer, enwrapt, alone,\\nThe friend of cause, the conq ror of the day.\\nFar in Islam s land, lives his spirit-still,\\nFor Rechab s vow is holy prophets faith,\\nThere Moslems fierce, the word of God fulfil,\\nLook not upon the wine, tis red with death.\\nBeni Khaibir asserts that the Kechabites exist to this day, as a distinct\\ntribe, and bearing the name of Jonadab their great ancestor, among the\\nArabians of the desert. And that they rigidly observe their ancient vow", "height": "4260", "width": "2644", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0075.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS.\\nBY E. C DELAVAN, ESQ.\\nDuring the many years my attention has been directed to the\\nsubject of Temperance, a great variety of facts have come to\\nmy knowledge from authentic sources, in relation to the adulter-\\nations of strong drink, which I have from time to time published\\nand scattered broad-cast throughout the country. I could fill a\\nvolume with these facts, and yet there still appears to be great\\nincredulity on the subject.\\nIt is my opinion, could the real truth be known, the whole\\ncommunity, with the exception of those whose appetite has\\nalready become depraved by indulgence, would abandon for-\\never the use of intoxicating drinks.\\nMuch has been said and written on the subject of pure una-\\ndulterated intoxicating wine. Some good men have contended\\nthat the Bible sanctions the use of such wine as a beverage,\\nothers have denied that it does so, and have insisted that the\\nonly wine, the use of which is sanctioned by the Bible as a bev-\\nerage, is the juice of the grape as it exists in the cluster, the press,\\nand the vat, the unintoxicating wine of the Bible.\\nNot now to review this dispute I wish to call the public\\nattention to the consideration of one great truth on which all\\nparties appear to have been entirely agreed to wit That the", "height": "4304", "width": "2692", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0076.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS. 57\\nBible does not favor the use of wines in which distilled spirit or\\npoisonous drugs have been mixed, against Those adultera-\\nted FACTITIOUS COMPOUNDS FALSELY CALLED WINES, even the\\nadvocates of pure fermented intoxicating wine arrayed them-\\nselves. Here there is one point on which the friends and oppo-\\nsers of total abstinence can unite. Here is common ground, and\\nmy object in making this communication is to present a few,\\nand only a few, of the many facts I have in my possession, going\\nto establish the truth, that in this country there is little or none\\nof the wine contended for by the opposers of total abstinence\\nand that the Wine question, as it has been called, was hardly\\nworth discussion in this country, however important such dis-\\ncussion might be in wine-producing countries.\\nMost if not all of the facts which follow, have been scattered\\nthrough the publications which I have put forth during the last\\ntwenty years my object is now to gather from these, and other\\npublications, such as appear worthy of republication, and to\\npresent the same in a condensed form, in the hope that they\\nwill tend to arouse attention, and induce all classes to aban-\\ndon a beverage so destructive to mind, body, and estate.\\nMy attention was first called to wine and spirit adulterations\\nin 1833. An acquaintance of my own who was engaged in the\\nmanufacture of spurious wines, and who, in one year sold thirty\\nthousand casks, stated to me, in substance That few persons\\nwho drink wine have any conception what they drink. For\\nevery gallon of wine imported from abroad, ten or more are\\nmanufactured at home. Frauds committed in the adultera-\\ntion of wine and spirit in the City of New- York alone, amount,\\nit is supposed, to at least three millions of dollars annually. A\\ncargo of wine arrives in New- York, is at once purchased up, and\\neven if factitious, in twenty -four hours its whole character is\\nchanged. To effect this it is emptied into large vats, and then", "height": "4284", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0077.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "58 ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS.\\nmixed with whisky, cider, sour beer, and drugs. Let the coun-\\ntry merchant require ever so great a variety of wines, they can\\nall be supplied from the same source, and though the real cost\\nis only from fifteen to twenty cents per gallon, the same is sold\\nfrom fifty cents to five dollars. The greater part of the wines\\nsold in this country, cost the manufacturer only from fifteen to\\ntwenty cents per gallon.\\nProf. C. A. Lee, of New- York, in 1836, made the following\\nstatement\\nA cheap Madeira is made here by extracting the oils from\\ncommon whisky, and by passing it through carbon. There are\\nimmense establishments in this city where the whisky is thus\\nturned into wine in some of those devoted to this branch of\\nbusiness, the whisky is rolled in in the evening, but the wine\\ngoes out in the broad day light ready to defy the closest inspec-\\ntion.\\nA grocer, after he had abandoned the nefarious traffic in\\nadulterations, assured me that he had often purchased whisky\\none day of a country merchant, and before he left town, sold\\nthe same whisky back to him, turned into wine, at a profit of\\nfrom 4 to 500 per cent.\\nProf. Lee further states, that The trade in empty wine casks\\nin this city, with the custom house mark and certificate, is im-\\nmense the same casks being replenished again and again, and\\nalways accompanied by that infallible test of genuineness, the\\ncustom house certificate. I have heard of a pipe being sold for\\ntwelve dollars. There is in the neighborhood of New- York an\\nextensive manufactory of wine casks, which are made so closely\\nto imitate the foreign as to deceive experienced dealers the cus-\\ntom house marks are easily counterfeited, and certificates are\\nnever wanting.\\nI have heard, said Dr. Lee, dealers relate instances in", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0078.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS. 59\\nwhich extensive stores have been rilled with these artificial\\nwines and when merchants from the country have asked for\\ngenuine wines these have been sold them as such, assuring them\\nthere could be no doubt of their purity.\\nM. P. Orfilla on Poisons, page 198, says, Wines are adulter-\\nated by various substances, the object is to mask defects, to give\\ncolor or strength. Page 199, Wines adulterated by lead,\\nsugar of lead, and still more frequently litharge, are mixed with\\nacid or sharp tasted wines, and in order to render them less so,\\nand these substances do in fact give them a sweet taste. Of all\\nthe frauds this is the most dangerous. The effect of sugar of\\nlead is described page 74 and 75.\\nAccum on Culinary Poisons Phil., page 74, says, It is\\nsufficiently evident that few of the commodities which are the\\nobject of commerce are adulterated to a greater extent than wine.\\nA mixture of spoiled foreign and home-made wines are convert-\\ned into the wretched compound frequently sold under the name\\nof genuine Old Port.\\nExtract from the Domestic Chemist London, 1831, page 14,\\nMany kinds of liquors are frequently adulterated by the addi-\\ntion of sugar of lead.\\nAt one time it was a common practice to adulterate wine with\\nlead, in Paris.\\nDr. Warren Medical Trans., vol. ii. p. 80, states an instance\\nof twenty persons having become severely ill in Paris after\\ndrinking white wine that had been adulterated with lead. One\\nof them died and one became paralytic.\\nIt is now a well ascertained fact that no wine can cross the\\nAtlantic without spoiling, in its natural state, it must be enforced\\nby drugs or ardent spirit.\\nA friend of mine ordered some wine from Madeira with the\\npositive injunction that no ardent spirit should be put in the", "height": "4268", "width": "2588", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0079.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "60 ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS.\\nwine. The wine came but as strong- as ever the question was\\nasked of the shipper did you comply with my order The\\nanswer came We complied with the letter but not with the\\nspirit of your order we put no ardent spirit in the wine, but\\nwe put the wine into the ardent spirit, had we not made the\\naddition the wine would have spoiled before reaching you.\\nA friend purchased, in New-York, a bottle of what was called\\ngenuine Champaigne of the importers, and found it to contain\\none quarter of an ounce of sugar of lead.\\nThe Rev. Dr. Baird informed me that he had been assured\\nwhile visiting and residing with the proprietors of Vineyards, in\\nFrance, that little or no wine was drank in that country or ship-\\nped from it in a pure state. The dealers purchased it in a pure\\nstate at the Vineyards, but in their hands its character was en-\\ntirely changed, either by being enforced by distilled spirits or\\ndrugged.\\nHoratio Greenough, our distinguished countryman and emi\\nnent Sculptor, wrote me from Florence, Italy, Though the\\npure juice of the grape can be furnished for one cent a bottle,\\nyou who have studdied the matter know very well that the\\nretailers choose to gain a fraction of profit by the admission of\\nwater or drugs. And he remarks, How far the destructive-\\ninfluence of wine as here used is to be ascribed to the grape, and\\nhow far it is augmented and aggravated by poisonous adultera-\\ntions it would be difficult to say.\\nIn the year 1812, Dr. Henderson shows from the Custom\\nHouse Books of Oporto, (whence the term Port) that while 2512\\npipes and 162 hogsheads of Port Wine were received in Lon-\\ndon from the Island Guernsey, only 135 pipes and 20 hogsheads\\nwere shipped from Oporto to that Island. Again, during the\\nyears 1826, 27 and 28, 210 pipes were exported to the Chan-\\nnel Islands during the same period 467 pipes were exported", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0080.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS. 61\\nfrom these Islands to London as Port Wine. In the five follow-\\ning years, from 1829 to 1833, not one pipe was exported to the\\nChannel Islands from Oporto, j^et some ingenious merchants\\nmanaged notwithstanding to export to London, fifteen hundred\\nand fifteen pipes of Port Wine\\nBut how could this be accomplished The Wine Guile,\\npublished for the convenience of wine brewers and wine doctors\\ntell us.\\nRecipe for making Port Wine. Take of good cider 4 gills\\nof red beets 2 quarts brandy 2 quarts logwood 4 ounces rhat-\\nany root bruised, half a pound. First infuse the logwood and\\nrhatany root in brandy and a gallon of cider for one week, then\\nstrain off the liquor and mix the other ingredients, keep it in\\na cask for a month, when it will be fit to bottle.\\nAn important instance of Port Wine making was brought to\\nlight in Birmingham, England, on the 24th August, 1842,\\nwhere one Adolphus Blumenthall, wine and spirit merchant,\\nwas summoned before the Magistrate for pretending to sell to\\nW. H. Bond a Pipe of Port Wine, and obtained from the same\\nW. H. Bond \u00c2\u00a3d7 sterling, (about \u00c2\u00a7250,) when in truth and in\\nfact he did not sell to W. H. B. any Port Wine at all, but a cer-\\ntain deleterious mixture of cider and other ingredients, not con-\\nsisting of Port Wine, with intent to cheat and defraud the said\\nW. H. B. of his money. In the invoice sent with the wine it\\nwas stated A pipe of fine Port Wine. And in a note accom-\\npanying it, that it was of good quality, and I hope will insure\\nyour further orders.\\nThe said Adolphus Blumenthall was convicted of this case,\\nand numerous other instances of the like fraud.\\nA friend calling one day upon an innkeeper, in Croydon\\nEngland, was received b}^ the host with his sleeves tucked up,\\nand both his arms of sanguineous hue. Upon inquiring the", "height": "4284", "width": "2644", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0081.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "62 ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS-\\ncause of such appearance, he answered privately, that there was\\nto be a great dinner of all the volunteer corps of the neighbor-\\nhood the following day, and that he was then brewing the Port\\nWine.\\nThere is no kind of wine but what can be imitated by the\\nwine brewer.\\nGeorge IV. had a wine he greatly prized, and so did his\\nservants, and they drank it freely. On a particular occasion he\\nordered this wine to be supplied to his guests, but there was but\\none bottle left, one of his household understood the practices of\\nthe wine fabricators, the remaining bottle was sent to the wine\\nbrewer, and he the next day furnished his Majesty s table with\\na full stock of the same, as to flavor, c, c. The deception\\nwas not discovered by his Majesty.\\nThe laws of the State are severe on frauds committed by\\nadulterating strong drink,* every dealer should refer to them.\\nTo show the great strength of liquors sold as wine in this\\nArt. 11, Title 2, Chap. XVII. Part I. Revised Statutes of\\nNew- York.\\nSec. 193. Every person who shall adulterate any distilled spirits, or spirits in a\\nstate of distillation, with any poisonous or unhealthy substances, and\\nevery person who shall sell such spirits, knowing them to be so adul-\\nterated, shall be guilty of a misdemeanor punishable by fine or impris-\\nonment, or both, in the discretion of the Court by which he shall be\\ntried the fine in no case to exceed one thousand dollars, nor the im-\\nprisonment the term of four years.\\nSec. 194. Every person who shall fraudulently put any thing whatever into\\nany cask of distilled spirits branded by an Inspector, for the purpose\\nof attesting the real or apparent proof, or the bead or nature of the\\nspirits contained therein and every person who, without first obliterat-\\ning the marks of the Inspector, shall put in any such cask, after the\\nsame shall have been emptied, in whole or in part, of the spirits con-\\ntained therein when inspected, any other spirits or spirituous liquors\\nwhatever; and every person who shall sell, or in any manner dispose\\nof any such cask, when emptied, without effacing the marks of the\\nInspector, shall be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor, punishable by\\nfine or imprisonment.\\ncountry, over liquors sold as such on the continent of Europe, in", "height": "4304", "width": "2672", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0082.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS 63\\na letter on the subject, J. Fennimore Cooper remarks, Five\\nand twenty years since when I first visited Europe, I was aston-\\nished to see wine drank in tumblers. I did not at first under-\\nstand that the half of what I had been drinking was brandy\\nunder the name of wine.\\nA Chemist of known character in New-York, obtained four\\nsamples of wine advertised by the importer, as pure unadultera-\\nted wine a kind of wine which could not have contained over\\n15 to 20 per cent, of the strength of spirit if free from foreign\\ningredients. It was found to be over 37 per cent, of proof spirit.\\nOf course its strength was increased over 100 per cent, by the\\nintroduction of the offspring of the distillery.\\nDr. Lewis Beck devoted much time to the examination of my\\nstock of wine, about the time I abandoned its use.\\nMy Port which was as imported was found to contain 42 per\\ncent, of the strength of brandy, and my Madeira 48 per cent.\\nThe above tests were only to ascertain the proprotion of spirit,\\nnot to detect drugs. The two samples examined by Dr. Beck\\nwere imported wine, or said to be. The Port cost $4 the gallon,\\nthe Madeira about the same.\\nWhen Dr. Hewitt visited France, he was surprised to see so\\nmuch drunkenness on what he supposed the pure fruit of the\\nvine. Perhaps he was not aware of the extent of adulterations\\nin wine countries and the adding of poisons even more destruc-\\ntive to health and life than Alcohol.\\nThe common people, he remarks, in France are burnt up\\nwith wine, and look exactly like the cider and brandy drinkers\\nof Connecticut.\\nLouis Phillipe assured me That the drunkenness of France\\nwas on wine.\\nHis son, the late Duke of Orleans, stated to me that it would\\nbe a great benefit to France, could the grape be used only as", "height": "4292", "width": "2644", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0083.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "64 ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS.\\nfood, for in the wine districts were to be found the greatest\\namount of destitution and insubordination.\\nLord Action, Supreme Judge of Rome, (now Cardinal Action)\\nassured me that nearly all the crime of the city could be traced\\nto the excessive use of wine.\\nI once urged a respectable grocer to give up the spirit part of\\nhis business, he replied, Let me sell a bill of $1000 to a coun-\\ntry merchant, tea, sugar, coffee, c, c, to the amount of\\n$800, and strong drink to the amount of $200 on the $800 I\\nshould not make enough to pay for the salt in my porridge,\\nwhile on the $200 I would make enough to render the whole\\nsale of $1000 an excellent one.\\nThis fact clearly indicates how difficult it is for the grocers,\\nnot selling strong drinks, to compete with those that do, also the\\nenormous profits made on factitious liquors.\\nI know a large dealer who having obtained the recipes for\\nmaking all kinds of fraudulent liquors, brandy, gin, rum and\\nwine, went to work on a large scale and was making a fortune\\nrapidly. He was so elated at his success that he mentioned it to\\nhis family Physician and showed him his various recipes. The\\nPhysician, after examining them, informed him that some of the\\ningredients were deadly poisons, and to sell such mixtures to the\\npublic was as bad as murder. The dealer was alarmed, for he\\nhad accumulated a large stock he came to the conclusion he\\nwould give a notorious drunkard of the place a gallon or two of\\nit, and if it did not kill him he would continue to sell The\\npoor drunkard had the precious present, he drank it, it was not\\na swift poison, he did not die immediately, the dealer continued\\nhis wicked traffic, died rich and has gone to his account.\\nWhile traveling in a public conveyance with a gentleman\\nwhose aid I was anxious to secure for the Temperance cause,\\nthe adulteration of liquors was discussed. I stated to him that in", "height": "4340", "width": "2704", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0084.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS. 65\\norder to be sure he was drinking pure liquor and not a mixture\\nof poisons, he would require a Chemist with his laboratory con-\\nstantly in attendance. After giving him a great variety of facts\\non the subject, he replied, I cannot credit what you say you\\nhave been deceived such things could not exist without exposure\\nso long if true or even half true those liquor forgers deserve\\nthe State Prison ten times more than he who writes another\\nman s name, without his knowledge, on the back of a note, for\\nthe purpose of raising money thereon. Here is Mr. sit-\\nting beside us, he is an extensive importer of wine, let us appeal\\nto him. Is what Mr. Delavan relates true Yes, replied\\nour fellow passenger, all that he says is true.\\nAnd here let me remark, that while the Temperance press,\\nas well as the religious and political, have teemed with these\\ncharges against the liquor trade, to my knowledge there has not\\nyet appeared the first denial.\\nSome years since a great mass of testimony was brought before\\nthe British Parliament, to show the practices of the spirit dealers\\nin drugging wine, beer, and spirits of all kinds.\\nOn the premises of one dealer over 2000 pounds of drugs\\nwere found, to be used in making wine. This man was con-\\nvicted of the practice and severely punished.\\nSays President Nott, in his admirable lectures, I had a friend\\nwho had been himself a wine dealer, and having read the start-\\nling statements, some time since made public, in relation to the\\nbrewing of wines and the adulterations of other liquors gener-\\nalty, I inquired of that friend as to the verity of these state-\\nments. His reply was\\ni God forgive what has passed in my own cellar, but\\nTHE STATEMENTS MADE ARE TRUE, ALL TRUE I ASSURE YOU.\\nPage 174, bound vol.\\nThat friend, says Doctor Nott, has since gone to his last\\n5", "height": "4300", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0085.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "66 ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS.\\naccount, as have doubtless many of those whose days on earth\\nwere shortened by poisons he dispensed. But I still remember\\nand shall long remember both the terms and the tone of that\\nlaconic answer, the statements made are true, all true,\\nI ASSURE YOU.\\nBut not on the evidence of that friend does the evidence of\\nthese frauds depend. Another friend informed me, that the\\nexecutor of a wine dealer in a city which he named, assured\\nhim, that in the inventory of articles for the manufacture of\\nwine, found in the celler of that dealer, and which amounted to\\nmany thousands of dollars, there was not one dollar for the\\njuice of the grape.\\nAnd still another friend informed me, that in examining as\\nan assignee, the papers of a house in that city which had dealt\\nin wine, and which had stopped payment, he found evidence of\\nthe purchase during the preceding year, of hundreds of casks\\nof cider, but none of wine and 3^et it was not cider but wine,\\nwhich had been supposed to have been dealt out by that house\\nto its confiding customers. Dr. Nott, pp. 174-175, bound vol.\\nA letter from Madeira from an officer in the army states,\\nthat but 30,000 barrels of wine was produced in the island,\\nand 50,000 claimed to be from thence, drank in America alone.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Ibid.\\nIn confirmation of this statement, a friend of mine, James\\nC. Duane, Esq., (of Schenectady,) informed me that having\\nbeen induced to purchase a cask of Port Wine, by the fact that\\nit had just been received direct from Oporto by a house in New-\\nYork in the honor and integrity of which entire confidence\\ncould be placed, he drew ofT, and bottled, and secured the pre-\\ncious contents, to be reserved for the especial use of friends\\nand that having done so, and having thereafter occassion to\\ncause the cask to be sawed in two, he found to his astonishment,", "height": "4336", "width": "2744", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0086.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS. 67\\nthat its lees consisted of a large quantity of the shavings of\\nlogwood, a residuum of alum, and other ingredients, the name\\nand nature of which were to him unknown. Dr. Notth lec-\\ntures, page 178.\\nThe last cask of wine I purchased, and which was tested by\\nsome of the best judges in the country and pronounced to be\\ngood wine, I afterwards discovered to have been made in the loft\\nof the wine dealer, and did not contain a drop of the fruit of\\nthe vine, but doctored whisky.\\n.Within the past year an individual assured me, that while\\nacting as assistant to a wine brewing establishment, he had fre-\\nquently seen $100, made on a single cask of liquor sold as wine,\\nwhich did not contain a drop of the juice of the grape, but was\\nmade from whisky and drugs.\\nA dealer in strong drink once residing in Albany, assured me,\\nthat when he purchased imported liquors in New- York on ship-\\nboard, he felt no security in receiving the imported article unless\\nhe watched it from the ship to the Albany vessel himself. A\\nlarge number of pipes of imported brandy were purchased of\\nthe importer while on the dock, removed the following night,\\nthe casks emptied, and factitious brandy substituted, the casks\\nreplaced in their old position before morning, and the whole\\nsold at auction the next day as pure imported brandy.\\nA dealer once said to me, if you will purchase my stock of\\nwine at cost, (which he valued at $5000,) I will give up the\\ntrade I replied, I will purchase every gallon you will warrant\\npure. After some hesitation he answered, I have not one, it\\nis all enforced, else it would not keep.\\nMedical men advanced in life have assured me, that the effect\\nof using intoxicating liquors now, is much more fatal to health\\nand life than thirty years since, then liquors were comparatively\\npure, the alcohol in them was usually the only ingredient that", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0087.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "68 ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS.\\nthe constitution had to contend with, and then a habitual drunk-\\nard, if he lived so long, frequently did not become a known\\ndrunkard under twenty years, but now it frequently occurred\\nthat the same amount of habitual drinking produced disease and\\nintemperance in three years this change, these medical gentle-\\nmen attribute to the presence of other poisons than the poison\\nof alcohol in the intoxicating liquors used by the people in such\\nquantities.\\nI could fill a volume with facts going to show that as to wine,\\nit is next to impossible to find any in this country pure, I mean\\npure fermented unenforced wine, and I believe the same in re-\\ngard to distilled spirits. Drugs are used in the manufacture of\\nmost, if not all kinds, for the reason that with drugs the com-\\nmonest whisky can be turned into rum, brandy or gin. I have\\nbeen assured, that arsenic is used in whisky to restore the bead,\\nafter having been diluted with water. So with beer, when\\npoisonous drugs are cheaper than hops, to increase the intoxica-\\nting power, and money is to be made by it. This is often done,\\nof which I have proof as positive as that the most filthy water\\nhas been, and still is used in malting and brewing.\\nA large druggist in New- York made no secret of the fact, that\\nhe sold tons of poisonous drugs to brewers, and opened his ledger\\nto a friend of mine, and gave him the brewers names who pur-\\nchased them in large quantities.\\nBut I forbear, if a single fellow mortal, now on the highway\\nto ruin through the use of the vile compounds above described,\\ncan be induced to abandon them, and place himself out of the\\nreach of danger, I shall be richly compensated for sending you\\nthis article and I cannot but hope that this will be the\\ncase with many now that it is known that these liquors contain\\nan element of death now that statistics have shown that their\\nuse shorten human life on an average eleven years now that", "height": "4356", "width": "2680", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0088.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "ADULTERATIONS OF LIQUORS. 69\\nit is proved that the wine in use here is not the pure wine ap-\\nproved by the bible, but the mixed wine the bible condemns\\nnow that these things are known, is it to be believed, that wise\\nand good men will continue to sustain by their influence, and\\ncountenance by their example drinking usages, which tend to\\ndestroy the dearest interests of man in this world, and his eternal\\ninterest in the next\\nThis surely ought not to be God grant that it may not be.", "height": "4276", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0089.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "NECESSITY OF CHRISTIAN PRINCIPLE,\\nIN THE TEMPERANCE REFORMATION.\\nBY REV. GEO. B. CHEEVER, D. D.\\nThe virtue of Temperance, from beginning to end, is one of\\nChristian Principle. The link next before it, according to Peter,\\nby which it holds its place in the bright chain of graces, is\\nknowledge and the link next after it, by which the train runs\\non to perfection, is patience, or perseverance. Temperance and\\npatience are the two middle rings, there being three before and\\nthree after, making eight cardinal graces, that is hinge-graces,\\non which the gate of life hangs and is opened.\\nNow we say this is a matter of Christian Principle, and as\\nsuch only can be carried forward, perseveringly and successfully.\\nPrinciple is a persevering thing impulse is fitful. There must\\nbe principle in impulse, as its heart, in order to make it lasting,\\npersevering. Impulse in our Temperance Societies, which are\\nsuch an incalculable blessing, can be sustained only by Christian\\nPrinciple on that we must build, and continue to build, so far\\nas we would make permanent progress. Dissevered from Chris-\\ntian Principle, the movement must degenerate and die. This\\ngreat reformation, springing from Christian Principle, is the great", "height": "4304", "width": "2692", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0090.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "NECESSITY OF CHRISTIAN PRINCIPLE. 71\\nOriental tree in Malabar, whose branches, too vast for self-sup-\\nport, return themselves into the parent earth, and take root, so\\nthat the daughters grow about the Mother Tree, in Milton s\\nlanguage,\\nA pillared shade,\\nHigh over-arched, and echoing walks between,\\nAnd yet all one and the same tree. So this mighty reformation,\\nin all its vast movements, all its wondrous spreading growth, must\\nreturn into the same Christian Principle, and take from that, as\\nfrom the parent earth, its continual support; otherwise the\\nbranches, instead of being a refuge from the heat and a hiding-\\nplace from the tempest, will trail worthless on the ground, and\\nhave their foliage wasted by the boar out of the wood, and the\\nwild beast of the forest.\\nWe rejoice, then, to see a christian reaction and return to the\\ntrue source of power in this enterprise. The pledge is a great\\nthing, but it must be reinvigorated by Christian Principle, must\\nhave the heart of its being there. For this movement, as a\\ngreat benevolent movement, needs not only to be set successful-\\nly a going, but it must be continually renewed. It is not like\\nthe endowing of a hospital or an orphan asylum, which, when\\nbenevolent men have once established it, and secured its funds,\\nand fixed its charter and its laws, will go of itself, will endure\\nand prosper, into whatever hands it fall there is no such per-\\nmanent endowment and management of the Temperance Re-\\nformation possible, but by the perpetually renewed force of\\nChristian Principle. The funds are voluntary offerings, and not\\npermanent endowments. The power of the tide of this Refor-\\nmation depends upon the ten thousand rills that shall continue\\nto flow into it, and those rills themselves come from the dew of\\nHeaven. The pledge itself, indeed, is in one sense an endow-\\nment, and makes the enterprise a sort of chartered institution", "height": "4300", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0091.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "72 NECESSITY OF CHRISTIAN PRINCIPLE.\\nbut the charter is one, the continuance of which depends upon\\nthe virtue of the people, by whom the pledge must perpetually\\nbe renewed and spread, with a permanent depth and breadth of\\nprinciple. There must be, at the heart of it, as its sustaining\\nvitality, its security of life and permanence, the power of Chris-\\ntian Principle, as in the Church of Christ Temperance linked\\nwith Perseverance, as the two midway Christian virtues, in\\nPeter s chain of eight.\\nMen may perhaps enter this Christian chain for the first time,\\nas a Christian chain, by taking hold on these golden links.\\nMany a man has become a true Christian, by beginning here\\nmidway at Temperance and then, from this point, men may\\ngo backwards to knowledge and faith, where Peter begins, and\\nforwards to godliness, brotherly kindness and charity, where\\nPeter ends. But all must be in Christ. Temperance is a good\\nthing in itself, but by itself it is not Christianity. It is one of\\nthe fruits of Christianity, and a man getting hold of this fruit,\\nand following it along the branch, to the root, may come to\\nChrist. But if he knows nothing but that fruit, it will be gone\\nwith that season.\\nThere is another view, also, that may be taken of this pledge,\\nin reference to its temporal benefits. It is a policy of life-insu-\\nrance for ourselves and our families. Fulfill its conditions, and\\nyou are positively and unfailingly insured against one of the\\ngreatest, most dangerous, most destructive pestilences, conflagra-\\ntions, and wide- wasting ruins, with which human society ever\\nwas, or ever will be afflicted. You and your family being enter-\\ned in this policy, you are absolutely secured, if its conditions be\\nfulfilled on your part, against the entrance of this plague, against\\nthe possibility of this ruin. It cannot get in, under any form.\\nA thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right\\nhand but it shall not come nigh thee. Of this terror by night.", "height": "4336", "width": "2764", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0092.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "NECESSITY OF CHRISTIAN PRINCIPLE. 73\\nand this arrow that fleeth by day, of this pestilence that walketh\\nin darkness, and this destruction that wasteth at noon-day, thou\\nshalt not be afraid. It shall not touch thee, it shall not come\\nnigh thy dwelling.\\nAssuredly, this is a great thing. To be insured against the\\nhorrid vice and calamity of intemperance, were this life alone\\nin view, would be, for this life only, an unspeakable blessing.\\nBut when you look at this pledge, this insurance, through that\\nsentence of God s Word, That no drunkard shall ever inherit\\nthe kingdom of Heaven, then its value rises infinitely above\\nearth, then it is lost in eternity. Every other sin may, possibly,\\nbe repented of at a very late hour, yea, at the last hour but if\\na man dies a drunkard, he dies in the impossibility of repent-\\nance, dies in the life and death of that very sin of drunkenness\\nhe dies in a state which precludes the hope, because it shuts out\\nthe possibility, of repentance unto life. The Temperance pledge\\nmay, therefore, in every case, take hold on heaven and if it\\nbe maintained as growing out of that cardinal grace in Peter s\\nchain of Christian principles and virtues, it always does take hold\\non heaven. Every man of true Christian Temperance is a fol-\\nlower of Christ.", "height": "4276", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0093.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "PHILIP S. WHITE, P.M.W.P\\nThis distinguished, earnest, and powerful advocate of the\\nTemperance Reform, was born in Frankfort, Kentucky, in 1807.\\nHis father was among- the first of the influential families of Vir-\\nginia, who emigrated to that State, and formed a conspicuous\\npart of that bold and vigorous character which gave Kentucky\\nan enviable position in the confederacy. By the advice of his\\nbrother, Joseph M. White, who had just commenced his bril-\\nliant career as a Delegate in Congress from Florida, the subject\\nof this sketch became a matriculate in the University of Virginia\\nin 1824, whence he removed to and entered the University of\\nHarvard as a Resident Graduate in 1826. Three years thereaf-\\nter he located in Florida and in 1830, with an excellent know-\\nledge of the Spanish language, he visited the Island of Cuba,\\nwith the view of collecting documentary evidence in the cele-\\nbrated claim of the heirs of John Forbes to 13,000 acres of\\nland.\\nOn his return to the United States he went to Kentucky and\\nfinished his legal studies with that eminent Jurist, the present\\nJudge Monroe. After participating in the Seminole war, by\\nwhich his health was much impaired, he took a tour through\\nEurope with his family, spending nearly four years there, and\\nvisiting the principal places of interest. In 1839 he was ap-", "height": "4304", "width": "2768", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0094.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "VAClUERh\\nMfWA 9E/J jy J, SAP. TAIN.\\nP M L \\\\P SnWMBTEpFSWa WP", "height": "4356", "width": "2656", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0097.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4304", "width": "2672", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0098.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "PHILIP S. WHITE, M. W. P. 75\\npointed by Governor Dodge, District Attorney of Wisconsin.\\nIn 1841 he located in Philadelphia, where he signed the pledge,\\nand enlisted for life in the cause of which he has since been so\\ndistinguished a champion. Associated as he was with those who\\nenjoyed the luxuries of life, and who thought there was no\\ndanger of excess in the indulgence of a good glass of wine, with\\na highly cultivated mind and superior social qualities, it required\\nno ordinary degree of moral courage for Mr. White to tear him-\\nself away from the convivialities of his associates, and denounce\\nthe vices of fashionable life. He had seen the youthful and the\\npromising fall around him, and he recognized the deadly fangs\\nof the serpent which coiled around the wine-cup, and from that\\nday forward he struggled against principalities and powers to\\narrest the destroyer.\\nHe was among the first to enter the Order of the Sons of\\nTemperance, was the first G. W. P. of Pennsylvania, and the\\nsecond M. W. P. of the National Division. On the occasion of\\nthe first National Jubilee of the Order in the City of New- York,\\nhe made a speech in the Park to near 40,000 persons which\\nmade a deep and lasting impression.\\nFrom the moment Mr. White enlisted in the cause he took a\\nfirm stand against the traffic. He made arrangements with the\\nPennsylvania State Temperance Society to prosecute all the\\nviolators of the licence law in Philadelphia in 1842-3, and pre-\\npare for publication all matters that Society might suggest the\\nprincipal of which were appeals to the Medical Faculty. About\\nthe same period he published a most thrilling story, The Ma-\\nniac, the scene of which was laid in France, and founded on\\nfact, and under his personal observation. Another story entitled\\nThe Indian Payment, was extensively published, and several\\nother pieces, all illustrating the evils of intemperance.\\nAt a more recent period he published his work, The War", "height": "4364", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0099.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "76 PHILIP S. WHITE, M. W. P.\\nof 4,000 Years, containing a history of Intemperance and its\\ndesolating march, and an account of the various Temperance\\norganizations from time to time instituted, including the Order\\nof the Sons of Temperance.\\nFor a period of eight years Mr. White has been speaking and\\nwriting continually in behalf of the Temperance Reform. He\\nhas made an impression upon his generation, and deservedly\\nranks among the Most Worthy of those, who have given them-\\nselves to The cause of all mankind.\\nAs a speaker his eloquence draws its life from the heart-felt\\nearnestness with which he treats his subject. No man has done\\nmore for the advancement of the Order of the Sons of Tem-\\nperance. From all parts of North America which he has\\nvisited from the cold regions of Her Majesty s dominions to\\nthe far sunny south, the Temperance papers teem with eulogies\\nupon him as a man, a philanthropist, and an orator. And\\nwhether by the side of the veteran John Chambers in the pulpit,\\nor the humblest advocate of the reform in the market-place, he\\nis the same zealous, earnest, unflinching, delineator of intem-\\nperance, as the greatest enemy of God and man. May he long\\nlive to inspire the public with his noble zeal in this God-like\\ncause.", "height": "4336", "width": "2672", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0100.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "PROEM.\\nBY MISS PHCEBE CAREY.\\nKnowing how all who live are bound together\\nBy the sweet ties of one humanity,\\nHow all are fellow-pilgrims journeying thither\\nWhere shines the city of eternity\\nAnd seeing that he, to whom no brother lendeth\\nA helping hand to bear his weight of ill,\\nOft falters on the pathway which ascendeth\\nUp the beautiful summit of life s hill\\nAnd turns to follow by-paths and forbidden,\\nWinding, and winding back from virtue s goal,\\nTill where the sin-cryts of the world lie hidden\\nLost and bewildered walks the human soul\\nWe who have yet with sin maintained resistance,\\nAnd tempted, have not wholly turned aside\\nWould come with love, with counsel, and assistance,\\nTo all whose spirits are more sorely tried.\\nIf there be any, who would turn and perish\\nBecause no friend has whispered words of cheer,\\nAny whom yet no heart has learned to cherish,\\nTo us their sufferings and their hopes are dear.", "height": "4284", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0101.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "78 PROEM.\\nIf there be any falt ring, and no longer\\nEqual to life s most toilsome marches found\\n0, lean on us, until your feet grown stronger\\nAre firmly planted on a vantage ground.\\nAnd then, forsaken one, who darkly weepest\\nOver a lost one gone from virtue s track,\\nFor thee, even where sin s shafts are sunken deepest,\\nWe will go fearlessly, and lead him back.\\nYea we will save him, even though the hisses\\nOf baffled demons mock us as we come\\nLove s lip is sweeter than the wine-cup s kisses,\\nLove s smile is brighter than the wine-cup s foam\\nAnd daily thus, to bless our efforts, bringing\\nSome soul that turned or might have turned to death,\\nWe shall go up life s hill together singing\\nThe sweetly solemn hymns of love and faith.\\nAnd from its summit viewing, but not sadly,\\nThe peaceful valley where shall end our strife,\\nWe will walk downward willingly and gladly\\nTo the last bivouac on the plains of life.\\nFor, knowing death is but the door of heaven,\\nWe shall press joyfully to meet the hour;\\nNot with locked-step like cringing felons driven\\nUnder the gateway of their prison tower", "height": "4336", "width": "2672", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0102.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE CIRCEAN CUP\\nY T. S. ARTHUR.\\nThe leading incidents of the following story were related to\\nme by a gentleman whose long continued, consistent and hu-\\nmane efforts in the Temperance cause, are worthy of the high-\\nest praise.\\nIn a certain district, (said he,) it became my duty to visit the\\npoor, and relieve such as were needy by a distribution of food\\nand fuel which a benevolent association had provided. One\\nvery cold day, while seated in my office, a child not over seven\\nyears old a bright-eyed, fair-faced boy came in, and timidly\\napproached my chair.\\nWell my little fellow, said I, speaking in a tone of encour-\\nagement, what is wanted this morning 1\\nDoes Mr. live here asked the child hesitatingly.\\nYes, my boy, I am Mr.\\nHis face instantly brightened.\\nThen won t you give us some wood to make a fire, and\\nwon t you give us something to eat. We ve got no fire and\\nnothing to eat. Mother sent me.\\nNo fire and nothing to eat said I, touched instantly by\\nthe sad artlessness of the child.", "height": "4280", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0103.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "80 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\nNo, sir. And we re all so cold and hungry.\\nWhere do you live I inquired.\\nIn Baker s Court, replied the child.\\nYour mother sent you?\\nYes, sir.\\nWho is your mother\\nShe s my mother, sir, returned the boy, innocently, after\\nhesitating a moment or two, evidently in doubt as to how he\\nshould answer my question.\\nWhat is your mother s name, I mean said I.\\nMrs. Clark, he answered.\\nAnd you live in Baker s Court?\\nYes, sir.\\nDo you know the number\\nThe child did not understand what I meant.\\nHow can I find your house I asked.\\nI ll show you the way, he replied quickly.\\nIs your father living I next inquired.\\nThe little boy looked me earnestly in the face and then,\\nwithout replying, let his his eyes fall upon the floor.\\nI was about repeating my question, but, thinking that it was\\nthe common case of a drunken father, I refrained from doing so,\\nlest I should cause a blush of shame to mantle the cheek of a\\ntender child.\\nI will go with you in a moment, said I, rising and taking\\ndown my warm overcoat.\\nWhat a light came, instantly, into the face of the little boy\\nAs I drew on my heavy surtout, I could not but notice the thin\\ngarments of the child, and a shiver passed over me as I thought\\nof his encountering the cold biting air of a January morning,\\nwith the thermometer down to within five degrees of zero.\\nThrough his reut shoes and ragged stockings were visible, here", "height": "4304", "width": "2684", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0104.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE CIRCEAN CUP. 81\\nand there, the red, shining surface of his little feet, and, as he\\nmoved towards the door I saw that he limped from chilblains.\\nu Have you no warmer clothes 1 said I.\\nHe shook his head and murmured, No.\\nYou will freeze if you go out as you are.\\nOh, no sir, he answered I didn t feel very cold when\\nI came. I ran all the way.\\nRun back, then, as fast as you can, said I.\\nAin t you coming? he inquired, a shade of disappointment\\nfalling upon his face.\\nOh, yes I m going with you. Only do you run to keep\\nwarm.\\nAnd so, on before me the boy ran, while I walked after with\\nlong and hurried strides. Right good care did he take never to\\nbe more than a few paces in advance. On reaching Baker s\\nCourt, he conducted me to an old brick building, that had for-\\nmerly been used as a sugar house but which had more recently\\nbeen fitted up, roughly, Avith apartments to rent out to poor fam-\\nilies. Along its dirty landings and high, steep stairs, I followed\\nthe child up to the fourth story, where, in a room partitioned off\\nfrom the main loft, by rough boards, every seam of which was\\nopen to admit the chilling air, I found a mother with a babe in\\nher arms, and a girl younger than the child who had been sent\\nfor me, hovering over a few dying embers that gave no warmth\\nto the surrounding air. They turned towards me with a hopeful,\\npleading look, as I entered.\\nIs it true, madam, that you have neither food nor fuel I\\nasked.\\nI was answered only by tears.\\nHumanity prompted to a speedy relief of the suffering before\\nme. It was no time to pause for inquiry beyond this.\\nYou shall have both, said I, turning quickly away and", "height": "4292", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0105.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "82 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\ngoing- down stairs. A few blocks distant was a stove-maker,\\nwho was under contract to furnish a small cheap stove to the\\norder of the Society, by which I was authorized to make certain\\ndistributions to the poor.\\nTo this person I went, and at my request he immediately sent\\na man with a stove, and fuel enough to kindle a fire. I then\\nordered half a ton of coal to the same direction. After this was\\ndone, I procured a few articles of food and directed them to be\\ntaken immediately to the destitute family in the old sugar house.\\nI accompanied the porter who carried them, and, taking the bas-\\nket from his hands at the door of the room occupied by Mrs.\\nClark and her children, entered with the relief I had brought.\\nThe stove was up, a fire kindled, and, already a genial\\nwarmth was beginning to diffuse itself around.\\nHere is some food ma am, said I, handing her the basket\\nof provisions. In a short time there will be brought here a\\nhalf ton of coal.\\nHer tearful thanks I will not repeat.\\nDuring the short time I remained in the room, I observed this\\nwoman more closely. She was not over thirty years of age,\\nand there were, many traces of beauty on her care-worn face\\nwhile something in her manner showed the existence of a cer-\\ntain degree of refinement and cultivation. Moreover, her face\\nhad a familiar aspect; but, if I had seen her before, memory\\nnot did recall the fact. I made few inquiries as to the reason of\\nher being in so destitute a condition, but her replies were evasive.\\nI asked if her husband were living. She let her eyes rest in\\nmine for a few moments. Then they sunk to the floor. But\\nshe did not answer my question. Promising to call around in a\\nfew days and see her again, I went away.\\nOne morning, some three days after this occurrence, I was on\\nmy way, early, to market. It still remained extremely cold,", "height": "4304", "width": "2680", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0106.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE CIRCEAN CUP. 83\\nthe thermometer having fallen to within three degrees of zero.\\nAs I passed Baker s Court, I glanced my eyes down towards\\nthe old Sugar House, and, as I did so, saw a man come out of the\\nbuilding with a stove in his arms. He paused a moment, with\\na hesitating air, as he reached the pavement, looked back, then\\nall around, listened, and then came hurriedly out in the direc-\\ntion of the main street. His movements awakened my suspicion\\nthat something was wrong. I was satisfied of this as he drew\\nnearer, and I saw that the stove he carried was similar to the\\none I had procured a few days since for the poor woman named\\nClark. The surprise occasioned by this incident was still further\\nincreased, as I recognized in the tattered, bloated, debased look-\\ning creature, a young man by the name of Clark, who had\\nfallen into intemperate habits soon after his marriage with the\\ndaughter of a man, now dead, an old friend of my father s.\\nFor a time Clark retained an excellent situation as clerk, in\\nwhich he had been for a number of years, but his departures\\nfrom sobriety became so frequent and hopeless, that his old\\nemployers were forced to part with him. From that time his\\ndeclension, which appeared to begin with his marriage, was still\\nmore rapid. For nearly four years I had lost sight of him.\\nNow he came before my eyes, so utterly degraded, that few\\ntraces of what was really human remained visible. I now\\nunderstood, without need of explanation, the meaning of what\\nwas before me. This was the husband and father of those I had\\na short time before relieved. But, what was he doing with the\\nstove The moment he saw me, the change in his counte-\\nnance betrayed his purpose, for I was recognized.\\nWhat is the meaning of this, James Clark 1 said I speak-\\ning sternly. What are you doing with that stove 1\\nThe poor wretch stammered out something that I did not hear\\ndistinctly, and seemed overwhelmed with confusion. A moment", "height": "4300", "width": "2644", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0107.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "84 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\nor two he stood irresolute, and then turning- from me, he went\\nback towards the place he had left, staggering under his burden.\\nI watched him until I saw him enter the house where he lived.\\nI then went on my way, but turned back on reflection, after\\ngoing a block or two, thinking it possible that Clark might make\\nanother effort to carry out his purpose of selling the stove, pro-\\nvided by the hand of charity to keep his wife and children from\\nfreezing. On reaching the old Sugar House in Baker s Court,\\nI went up to the room occupied by the family of Clark, and\\ntapped at the door. It was quickly opened, and the mother\\nstood before me with the tears rapidly falling over her pale face.\\nIs your husband here 1 I asked, and as I spoke I leaned\\nforward to get a view of the room.\\nCan it be possible I exclaimed, now seeing that the\\nplace where the stove had been standing was vacant. Has he,\\nthen, succeeded in his purpose 1\\nAlas, sir it is too true, sobbed the wretched woman.\\nI waited to see and hear no more. Hurrying down to the\\nstreet, I went in pursuit of the wretched being, who had become\\nso lost to human feeling, as to do an act of such cruel selfish-\\nness. Entering the main street, I looked up and down, but\\ncould see nothing of him. I passed to the corners, gazing\\nthence in all directions. But he was no where in sight. Then\\nI came back to the Court and walked up and down there for\\nsome time in expectation of his return. Not appearing after\\nthe lapse of ten minutes, I went to the main street once more.\\nRunning my eyes far down the line of pavement, I saw him\\ntwo blocks away, slowly advancing along the side-walk. With\\na quick pace I hurried forward to meet him. He saw me, as I\\napproached, and averting his eyes, tried to pass me. But, I laid\\nmy hand upon his arm with a sharp grip, saying as I did so, in\\nan angry voice,", "height": "4340", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0108.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE CIRCEAN CUP. 85\\nWretch What have you been doing\\nI don t know he answered, with assumed surprise, hut look-\\ning away from me as he spoke what right you have to address\\nme in this way Mr. I m no more a Avretch than you are.\\nWretch I repeated, and still more severely. Where is\\nthat stove\\nI took it back again. You saw me do that, said he with\\nconfidence.\\nNot so. That was a mere pretence to deceive me I have\\nbeen to the room in which your poor wife and children are freez-\\ning, and there is no stove there.\\nHis countenance instantly fell.\\nNow, said I, and I caught firmly hold of his arm take\\nme to the place where you sold or pawned it, or I will instantly\\nhave you before a magistrate on the charge of stealing. That\\nstove was not your property.\\nMy manner as well as my words alarmed him. After some\\nmoments of embarrassment, he stammered out\\nIts no use, Mr. the stove is sold, and there is no help\\nfor it.\\nVery well. If it is sold, where is the money\\nI didn t get any money.\\nYou didn t\\nNo.\\nWhy not?\\nI owed a dollar and a half and and\\nHe mumbled out the rest of the sentence indistinctly.\\nLet the balance stand on a drinking account, said I.\\nHis silence confirmed this suggestion.\\nYes I understand exactly how it is. I went on. Wretch-\\ned man Is it possible that you, James Clark, can have fallen\\nso low", "height": "4300", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0109.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "86 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\nHis eyes were now on the pavement, and he stood rebuked\\nbefore me.\\nWhere is the stove? I continued. That I must, and will\\nhave, I don t care who has it in his possession. Go with me to\\nthe place at once. I will be satisfied with nothing less.\\nSome further hesitation was evinced, and then the man turned\\nback and conducted me to a low grog-shop, in a small by-street,\\nkept by an Irishman.\\nIt s in there, said Clark, pausing a few houses away and\\npointing to the drinking-shop. But it s no use trying to get\\nthe stove. Its sold out-right to McClutchen, and he ll never\\ngive it up.\\nCome along, I replied And we ll see about that.\\nBut Clark drew back.\\nWhy don t you come along with me said I.\\nIts no use. McClutchen won t give up the stove.\\nI ll see to that. Come. I want you to face him. I want\\nyou to say to him, in my presence, that he bought the stove.\\nI ll see to the rest.\\nI was forced, at length, almost to drag the poor degraded man\\ninto McClutchen s den. The room we entered was long and\\nnarrow, with a low ceiling, black with dust and smoke. It was\\ndivided into two parts by a venitian screen, reaching to within\\na few feet of the wall on either side. Occupying the front part,\\nwas a short, high counter, behind which, upon shelves, were\\narranged decanters of liquor, with lemons between them for\\nornament, and to suggest the idea of punch. Bottles of liquor\\nwere also in the window. Two or three tables and chairs, with\\na few newspapers, occupied the back part. Theatre bills were\\nnailed against the walls, and fastened to the screen I have\\nmentioned.\\nBehind the counter of this drinking den, the air of which was,", "height": "4304", "width": "2748", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0110.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THECIRCEANCUP. 87\\nto me, stifling, from the fumes of tobacco and bad whisky, stood\\nthe keeper, a low-browed^ sensual, bull-dog looking Irishman.\\nClark shrunk behind me as we entered. The fellow seemed to\\ncomprehend the nature of our visit, for a most repulsive expres-\\nsion came instantly into his face.\\nYou know this man, I presume, said I, stepping aside to\\nexhibit Clark, who really seemed in terror of the grog-seller,\\nand tried to keep out of his sight.\\nHow should I know him 1 was the growling answer.\\nEvery man is presumed to know his work, I could not, at\\nthe moment help saying, even at the risk of personal abuse.\\nA flash of anger went over the Irishman s face. There was\\na motion of his lips as if he were about to reply, but not, proba-\\nbly, finding a retort that suited him, he remained silent.\\nYou bought a stove of this person, a little while ago, said\\nI positively.\\nThis was received with a dogged silence.\\nu It was not his stove. I added.\\nThere was a change in the Irishman s manner.\\nDid not you swear to me on the Bible, Jim Clark, said\\nhe, coming around from his counter and facing poor Clark, that\\nthe stove was yours\\nIf he did, he swore to what was not true, said I. And\\nso, I added, sarcastically, you have a commission from the\\nState to swear your customers Verily this is a new feature in\\nthe dram-selling business.\\nMy friend, replied McClutchen, with forced calmness,\\nraising one of his huge hands as he spoke, to give force to his\\nwords, and looking at me with a lowering countenance, If you\\nare not more careful of your words I will pitch you into the\\nstreet.", "height": "4292", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0111.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "88 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\nThat might be a bad day s work for you, I as calmly re-\\nplied. And so you swore this poor creature\\nNot on the Bible Mr. Not on the Bible, said\\nClark earnestly.\\nOn what then 1 I inquired.\\nIt was only a dictionary, replied Clark.\\nMcClutchen, with an uneasy gesture, retired again behind his\\ncounter.\\nA dictionary said I, half amused at this declaration.\\nYes, Mr. it was only a dictionary. I wouldn t\\nhave sworn on the Bible, responded Clark, who now seemed\\nanxious that I should not think he had taken a solemn oath on\\nthe Holy Book.\\nBut you swore to a lie, it seems, you drunken thief!\\nexclaimed McClutchen angrily. Swore to a lie and cheated\\nme into the bargain.\\nI don t know about the lie, said Clark, rallying a little.\\nIt was my wife s stove and what is her s is mine.\\nYour wife s ha And is that all cried the Irishman,\\ninstantly brightening. Your wife s Oh, ho Troth and\\nbe sure what s her s is your s So its a bony fidy sale after all.\\nSo I think, said Clark.\\nAnd so I don t think, was my firm reply. The stove\\nwas only loaned to your wife, and, as it was loaned through me,\\nI shall see that it goes back again to the place from which you\\nremoved it.\\nYou ll have to prove your ownership, said the grog-seller,\\nimpudently. All a trumped up story.\\nIs there an Alderman s Office near by? This I said in a\\nresolute tone, addressing Clark, and taking a step towards the\\ndoor as I spoke.\\nAn Alderman What do you want with an Alderman 1\\nhe asked with a look of alarm.", "height": "4340", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0112.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE CIRCEAN CUP 89\\nI merely wish to have you arrested for theft, and this man\\nas an accomplice and receiver of stolen goods.\\nMy hand was by this time on the knob of the door. I saw an\\ninstant change in the countenance of McClutchen, and heard a\\nlow sentence of blasphemy from his lips.\\nClark said he, and his eyes glittered with impotent rage\\nas he spoke. Go back in the yard and get your stove and\\nmind ye don t show your cursed face in this shop again If\\nyou do, I won t be answerable for the consequence.\\nClark passed out through the back door, while I remained\\nawaiting his return. He was absent three or four minutes,\\nduring which McClutchen took the poor satisfaction of abusing\\nme roundly. This I bore quite patiently, having accomplished\\nmy purpose. So soon as Clark came back, carrying the stove in\\nhis arms, and looking more ashamed than he had yet appeared,\\nI opened the door for him, and as he passed out, I turned my\\neyes upon the grog-shop keeper, and said\\nSee here my friend if your license happens not to be all\\nright, I would advise you to see to it as quickly as possible, as it\\nis more than probable you will hear from me before many hours\\npass. It doesn t seem exactly right for any man to tempt a poor\\nwretch, who has lost all control over his depraved appetites, to\\nsteal from his wife and children, in mid- winter, their stove and\\nsell it for rum It doesn t seem right, I say and I cannot but\\nthink that there is a power vested somewhere in our civil\\nauthorities to punish so flagrant an act. It can do no harm at\\nleast to see how the case stands. So, my friend, look to your-\\nself.\\nAnd I passed forth into the street, and once more breathed the\\npure air. Clark, staggering along under the stove, had already\\ngone the distance of half a square in the direction of his home.\\nI followed, keeping a few rods behind. Not content, this time,", "height": "4300", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0113.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "90 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\nwith seeing him enter the old building where he lived, I went\\nin also and kept him under my eye until he opened the door\\nof his own room.\\nBelieving that the check Clark had received, would effectu-\\nally prevent his again attempting to sell the stove, I concluded\\nnot to show myself to his family just at that time, but to go on\\nto market, and, after breakfast, to look in and see if there was\\nany hope of making a good impression on the mind of the poor\\ninebriate.\\nIt was near ten o clock when I called around again. I found\\nMrs. Clark alone with her three children. The stove was in its\\nplace, and the air of the room at a genial temperature. She\\nlooked up from her sewing as I entered, and I saw the tears\\nglistening on her pale cheeks.\\nWhere is your husband 1 I asked, as I took the chair she\\noffered me. There were but two in the apartment.\\nGone out, she returned with a heavy, fluttering sigh.\\nI had hoped to find him at home, said I.\\nHe is seldom here, she answered, with another deep sigh.\\nHas he any employment 1\\nMrs. Clark shook her head.\\nUnhappy man How low he has fallen And in so short\\na time. I could not have believed it.\\nAnd it is all my fault exclaimed Mrs. Clark with a sud-\\nden wildness of manner. All my fault I tempted him and\\nhe fell Would to heaven I had died ere that fatal hour, when,\\nlike a Syren, I lured him from the way of safety, and placed\\nthat cup to his lips to drink, which changes the human into the\\nbestial.\\nSurprize at so unexpected a declaration kept me for some time\\nsilent. Mrs. Clark wept passionately for many minutes.", "height": "4340", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0114.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE CIRCEAN CUP. 91\\nSurely, madam, said I at length, you blame yourself\\ntoo severely.\\nI was young and foolish, she replied, mournfully. Ah\\nlittle dreamed I that consequences so awful could flow from so\\nsmall an act. Little dreamed I that there was such a power of\\nevil fascination concealed in the stimulating cup, I so madly\\nplaced to his lips. But and her manner changed I am\\nspeaking vaguely.\\nWill you not speak in plainer language said I, after wait-\\ning for some time for her to resume.\\nShe lifted her eyes to my face. Their expression was sad\\nbeyond all conception.\\nDo you remember James ten years ago she asked.\\nI remember him well, was my answer.\\nFew better men lived. I do not think he had a fault. In\\nall his habits he was regular, even to abstemiousness.\\nI never heard of his touching liquor before his marriage,\\nsaid I.\\nA shade of agony went over the poor wife s face her lips\\nquivered, and the tears came again to her eyes.\\nLet me tell to you, what I have never told to a living soul\\nbefore, said she, at length, calming the wild motions of her\\nheart by a strong effort. That fatal secret has been locked up\\nfor years in my bosom. James has never upbraided me in words\\nbut, oh has not his fall been to me a daily rebuke beyond\\nthe power of language to convey 1 But, I will compose myself,\\nwhile I relate to you an act of folly and madness, the direful\\nconsequences of which, in all their varied forms, it is hardly\\nwithin the power of the imagination to conceive. From my\\nfather s house, intoxicating liquors were never banished. My\\nfather, as you know, was a man of even passions, and great self-\\ncontrol. He had a strong will, by which he was able to limit", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0115.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "92 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\nhimself in any indulgence of mind or body. His theory was,\\nthat a little brandy taken now and then, was good for the sys-\\ntem, and, in his own case, he carried out this system. From\\nchildhood, my eyes were familiar with decanters, and glasses\\nthey formed the chief ornament of our sideboard. When the\\npublic mind began to be turned toward the evils of drunkenness,\\nefforts were made to enlist my father on the side of the temper-\\nance reformation. But, he met the overtures with a strong\\nrepulse. In fact, he was offended. He spoke of these over-\\ntures in his family, and his strong expressions of contempt for\\nmen too weak in the head to bear a glass of brandy, fixed them-\\nselves in my mind, and had their effect upon my feelings.\\nAs I passed up from girlhood to womanhood, young men\\nbegan to visit at my father s house. Among them there was\\nMr. Clark, toward whom my feelings of preference leaned from\\nthe beginning. As was the custom with my father, brandy was\\nset out on the occasion of James first visit. But he respectfully\\ndeclined taking any. What exclaimed my father c Are\\nyou one of these cold water men. There was a tone of deris-\\nion in his voice.\\nI saw a bright spot burn on the cheek of James. He merely\\nanswered, I never drink brandy. Take some good old Irish\\nwhisky, then, said my father. But James declined touching\\nany thing, and my father, in an under tone, muttered something\\nabout Milk and water chaps, that I did not hear distinctly.\\nTo me, the refusal of James to drink with my father, seem-\\ned a little strange, and I felt annoyed by it. I liked him, and,\\ntherefore, felt the more annoyed that he should do any thing\\nthat did not fully harmonize with the views and feelings of my\\nparent. At subsequent visits, in the presence of other young\\nmen who took brandy and water with my father, James steadily\\nmaintained his abstemiousness, not, however, without subjecting", "height": "4348", "width": "2672", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0116.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE CIRCEAN CUP. 93\\nhimself to railery, and to the imputation of being- a little weak-\\nheaded. All this worried me, especially, as he continued to\\nbe my favorite.\\nOn a certain occasion, a gay cousin plagued me a good deal\\nabout James, and was particularly sarcastic on the subject of his\\nwater-drinking habits. I became, at last, so much fretted, that I\\nsecretly resolved to reform him in this particular, if there were\\npower in a woman over one who, it was plain, regarded her\\nfavor as no light thing. So, at his next visit, I brought him a\\nwaiter on which was a decanter of brandy, a tumbler, and a\\nsmall pitcher of water. c You ll take something from me, I\\nknow, said I with a smile, the most winning and irresistible I\\ncould put on. c No, not even from you, he replied, without\\nhesitation, smiling in his turn. Not from me I affected to\\nbe surprized, and slightly hurt. He shook his head, still smiling\\npleasantly. i Do take some, just for my sake I urged. But\\nI could not move him. I was disappointed at my failure, and\\ncould not help showing what I felt, even though I tried to hide\\nmy real feelings. That was the most uncomfortable evening\\nwe had yet passed together,\\nMy woman s pride was now piqued. I had miscalculated\\nmy power over James, and was hurt and mortified at my failure.\\nIt seemed like such a little thing. What harm was there in\\ntaking a glass of brandy Was he any better than my father\\nThe more I permitted my thoughts to brood over the matter, the\\nmore uncomfortable did I feel.\\nu Not many weeks after the failure of this attempt upon\\nJames, I received from him a proposal for my hand. Had there\\nbeen no inclination but my own to regard, the response would\\nhave been immediate. But my parents were to be consulted on\\nso grave a matter and so I asked a few days for reflection. I\\nremember, as if it were yesterday, the evening he came to re-", "height": "4304", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0117.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "94 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\nceive my answer. It was favorable, of course. My father said\\nsomething about his queer notions, but had nothing serious to\\nobject. The character of James stood fair, he was industrious\\nand sober, and was in the receipt of a good income as clerk. In\\nour family the match was considered a very good one. So, I\\nwas prepared when he came, to answer in the affirmative.\\nI was sitting in our little parlor, when he came in. As soon\\nas my eyes rested on his face, I saw that suspense had taken\\naway its usual bright, cheerful expression and, instantly, I\\nformed the thoughtless resolution to take an advantage of him.\\nI saw, with a woman s quick intention, that he was far enough\\nin earnest on the subject of his application for my hand, to be\\nwilling to make some sacrifices to gain it. I, therefore, received\\nhim with more than usual reserve. A few minutes were passed\\nin an exchange of the common-places of the day. He was,\\nevidently, under a pressure. His voice had lost its clear, musi-\\ncal intonation and what he did say was uttered in an absent\\nmanner. I was perfectly at ease, though I affected embarrass-\\nment and reserve.\\nJames had been seated only a few minutes, when I arose,\\nand going to the sideboard, set a decanter of liquor with glasses\\nand water on a small tray These I presented to him, assuming,\\nas I did so, a certain gravity of manner. c Try a glass of fath-\\ner s fine old cogniac, said I.\\nPoor fellow He hesitated only a moment but the\\nstruggle in his mind was violent, though brief. Pouring out a\\nsmall portion of the brandy, he added a little water, and drank\\nit down. An expression of natural disgust flitted over his coun-\\ntenance as he removed the glass from his lips. How do you\\nlike it? said I, with an approving smile. C I don t profess to\\nbe a judge of these matters, was his reply. c I should never\\nbe a drunkard from the love of liquor.", "height": "4340", "width": "2684", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0118.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE CIRCEAN CUP. 95\\nThere was a glow of triumph at my heart weak, foolish\\nheart as I moved away to replace the tray upon the sideboard.\\nI stood for a few moments with my back toward him, hurriedly\\ndebating whether I should at once announce the favorable result\\nof his application, or wait until he asked for my decision.\\nDeciding not to wait, I turned, and placing my hand in his,\\nsaid, in a low voice, that trembled with the agitation of my\\nhappy heart It is yours.\\nQuickly grasping that hand, he raised it to his lips and kiss-\\ned it fervently. And yet, I felt a slight chill of disappointment.\\nHis reception of my answer was not so full of enthusiasm as I\\nhad been led to anticipate. Many happier evenings had we\\npassed together than that one proved to be. I was conscious of\\nhaving taken an undue advantage over him, and he seemed to\\nbe thinking of the same thing. Once he referred to the act, in\\nthese words c Your experiment was a dangerous one, Mary.\\nIt might have been tried on one whose appetite needed any\\nthing but excitement. Happy is it for both of us that I have a\\nnatural dislike for stimulating drinks.\\nHis words rebuked me, and I was ashamed of what I had\\ndone. I felt, that I had acted unfairly, and that I must be a\\nsufferer in his good opinion. That night, I cried for an hour\\nbefore going to sleep. It seemed as if a cloud were over me,\\nand a heavy hand laid upon my bosom. What would I not\\nhave given to have recalled that act. In the midst of my un-\\nhappy feelings came intruding itself the thought that James,\\nfrom this little beginning, might go on, step by step, and fall off,\\nfinally into intemperance. I shuddered as I pushed this thought\\naside. But, it returned again, and from that time, haunted me\\nday and night.\\nWhen James called in on the next evening, my father was", "height": "4300", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0119.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "96 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\nin the parlor. c Well, my young man, 5 said my father, so you\\nhave taken a strong fancy to this young lady of mine. Well,,\\nall I can say is, that I hope she will make as good a wife as\\nshe has been a child. As for you, we welcome you into our\\nfamily with a right good will. And now, I shall insist on\\nyour taking a glass of brandy with me, if you never do the like\\nagain. Oh how intense was my sudden desire that James\\nwould finally decline this invitation. Not so. Without the\\nslightest apparent hesitation he stepped to the sideboard, and\\njoined my father in a glass of brandy.\\nFrom that time the door was open. At his next visit, my\\nfather did not happen to be present. Once or twice during the\\nevening I saw the eyes of James wander toward the sideboard\\nbut, I did not invite him to take any thing. When next he met\\nmy father, the invitation to drink was renewed, and accepted\\nwithout hesitation. As I made it a point, when alone with him\\nin the parlor, not to offer him any thing, only a few weeks\\nelapsed before he made free to help himself without an invitation\\nand this he continued to do regularly at every subsequent visit.\\nI cannot tell you how much I was troubled at all this. Yet,\\nwhat could I say 1\\nOn the night of our marriage, James indulged himself so\\nfreely as to attract attention. I was deeply mortified, and troub-\\nled still more. A well supplied sideboard was one of our house-\\nkeeping appendages, and regularly at dinner time James took\\nhis glass of brandy, I soon became alarmed, and ventured to\\nremonstrate, but, alas It was too late\\nMrs. Clark here burst into tears, and sobbed for some mo-\\nments, while her little children, who had gathered around,\\ngazed upon her with looks of wonder.\\nI will not, she resumed, trace down the successive steps\\nof his declension. Enough, that we have, now, the dreadful", "height": "4304", "width": "2748", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0120.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THECIRCEANCUP. 97\\nresult; and that I am guilty of having tempted him from the\\npath of safety. His blood is on my head. Oh, Mr.\\nPhysical degradation and suffering are nothing to the anguish of\\nmind I endure in view of the fearful responsibility under which\\nI am crushed down in spirit. By all this ruin, I am the guilty\\nagent. The curse with which my poor husband is cursed, I call-\\ned down upon his head. What would I not suffer what would\\nI not sacrifice to save him? Even life itself I would cheer-\\nfully lay down, would that restore to him what he has lost.\\nAt this moment the door was opened, and Clark came in\\nquickly. There was an expression of alarm on his face. He\\nnodded to me slightly then glanced earnestly around the room.\\nWhat is the matter James asked his wife her counte-\\nnance reflecting the look of fear that was in his.\\nI don t know I m sure, he returned, in a half absent way.\\nAnd, his eyes wandered from side to side, with a restless motion.\\nSuddenly, as his gaze fell to the floor, near his feet, he started\\nwith a low cry of fear, and retreated behind the chair in which\\nhis wife was sitting.\\nPoor Mrs. Clark did not comprehend the meaning of this but\\nI understood it too well.\\nJames James What ails you she exclaimed, her pale\\nface growing paler Are you loosing your senses?\\nI believe so. There It s coming right over your shoulder\\nafter me\\nAnd he sprung away and crept behind the bed close in to the\\nwall, crouching down almost to the floor.\\nI shall never forget the look cast upon me by Mrs. Clark at\\nthis moment. Her face was like ashes.\\nWhat does it mean? What has come over him? she\\neagerly interrogated me, catching hold of my arm, and looking\\nup at me with an imploring look.", "height": "4300", "width": "2708", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0121.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "98 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\nHe must have a physician immediately. I replied, I\\nwill go for one.\\nOh don t leave me Don t leave me she cried, cling-\\ning to my arm. For mercy s sake don t leave me\\nCan your little boy find the way to Doctor M 5 s 1 I\\nasked, after reflecting for a moment.\\nYes sir if you will direct him, she answered.\\nTaking a scrap of paper from my pocket, I wrote a hurried\\nnote, and gave it to the child, who had come to my place of\\nbusiness a few days before, desiring him to take it to the office\\nof Dr. M and give it to any one he might find there. As\\nthe little boy left to go on this errand, Clark came out from be-\\nhind the bed, and moved towards the centre of the room, look-\\ning anxiously and guardedly around him.\\nMr. Clark, said I, going up and taking his hand, which I\\nfound to be trembling with a low, nervous thrill, Don t let\\nyour imagination deceive you. There is no reality in this.\\nBut, my words did not reassure him. He still glanced, fear-\\nfully, from side to side. Suddenly, while I yet held his hand,\\nhe flung himself backward, with an exclamation of terror still\\nwilder than he had yet uttered, retreating towards the wall, and\\nwith his hands eagerly endeavoring to beat off some terrible\\nobject conjured up by his diseased imagination.\\nOh, what does it mean What does it mean came\\nanxiously from the lips of the poor wife, while tears gushed\\nfrom her eyes.\\nNothing shall hurt you, said I, going up to where Clark\\nhad shrunk into a corner of the room, with every limb trembling\\nlike an aspen.\\nOh! take it off! fairly yelled the miserable creature.\\nTake it off! Don t you see that it is strangling me?", "height": "4304", "width": "2780", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0122.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "THE CIRCEAN CUP. 99\\nAffecting to remove something from his neck, I said:\\nThere I have taken it away.\\nThis satisfied him for a moment, but, only for a moment\\nlooking down towards his feet, he gave another cry, and, start-\\ning up, ran to the bed, and throwing himself thereon, buried his\\nface amid the clothes. Here he lay and panted like a frightened\\nchild.\\nBriefly and hurriedly, I now explained to Mrs. Clark, the\\nnature of her husband s malady, and how it would progress to a\\ncrisis, which might end in death. I never saw such a look of\\nmingled anguish and fear upon any countenance as was exhibit-\\ned in hers.\\nWith his face covered up by the bed clothes, Clark now lay\\nuntil the appearance of his child, who brought with him a student\\nfrom the office of Dr. M the Doctor himself being out on\\nhis regular professional visits. I then retired for the purpose of\\nprocuring a suitable person to remain with Clark during the pro-\\ngress of his fearful malady. On reflection, however, I deemed\\nit best to have him removed to the Alms House, and accordingly\\nobtained a permit for that purpose. On my return, I found him\\nin a paroxysm of terror. It was with the utmost difficulty that\\nthe young student could keep him in the room. This excite-\\nment subsided after I came in, and while the sufferer lay ex-\\nhausted upon the bed, I held a consultation with his wretched\\nwife about removing him across the Schuylkill. To this she, at\\nfirst, objected positively; but, as the nature of the disease and\\nthe character of its terrible development was more fully explain-\\ned to her by the student and myself, she at length reluctantly\\nconsented. I immediately procured a cab, and, in company\\nwith the young medical attendant, conveyed him to the Block-\\nlay Alms House.\\nThe history of this man s fall, as related to me by his wife,", "height": "4292", "width": "2708", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0123.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "100 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\naffected me deeply, and more than usual interest in the case was\\nawakened in my mind. Every day I sent over to the Alms\\nHouse for intelligence as to his condition, and, on the second day\\nwas pleased to learn that he had passed the crisis of the disease,\\nand was safe. Safe Alas no There were fearful dangers\\nyet ahead. Safe from death but not safe from the master- vice\\nin whose power he had been for so many years. But, I had,\\nere this, resolved to drag him out of the horrible pit and miry\\nclay into which he had fallen, if that were in the range of\\nhuman power. So, on the third day I went out to see him.\\nExhausted from the fierce struggle through which he had pass-\\ned, I found the wretched man. I sat down by his side, and\\ntaking his hand inquired as to how he felt. Instead of answer-\\ning me, he turned his head away.\\nu I am glad to find you so much better, said I.\\nA long sigh breathed from his lips, and then he murmured in\\na low, sad voice,\\nIt would have been better if I had died.\\nNo, no, Mr. Clark, do not say that, I returned quickly.\\nYou have much to live for.\\nMe My remark seemed strange to him, and he turned\\nupon me a look of surprise.\\nYes, you, James Clark you have much to live for.\\nMy wife and children, he said, after a pause, sadly.\\nYes.\\nLittle good have I done them, so far. Better, far better, that\\nI had died!\\nLet the past evil suffice, James. The future is all before\\nyou. Live a new life.\\nImpossible\\nWhy do you say so?\\nThis cursed appetite", "height": "4304", "width": "2804", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0124.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE CIRCEAN CUP. 101\\nResist and deny it.\\nI cannot. Its power over me is entire. Have I not striven\\nagainst it a hundred and a hundred times 1\\nTry again. Go forth from this sick bed, sustained by the\\npower of a strong resolution.\\nI have no power in myself. I am weak as a child. In a\\nlittle while, the fiery thirst that has been consuming me will\\nreturn, and then I will be swept away as by the force of a down-\\nsweeping current.\\nYou have said truly, I replied You have no power in\\nyourself to resist evil. No one has. All power of resistance\\ncomes from God. Repose in his strength and you are safe.\\nGod help me exclaimed the unhappy man, with a sud-\\nden, despairing appeal, as he lifted his eyes upward.\\nAnd God will help you, said I confidently. He is ever\\nready to help ail who look to him.\\nOh, if I could indeed live a new life was exclaimed\\neagerly. If I could bring light and comfort back again to my\\ndark, desolate dwelling, I think I would be the happiest man\\nalive.\\nYou can You can Use but the means to strengthen\\nthe good resolution of the present hour. Show by your acts,\\nthat you are in earnest, and then both God and your fellow men\\nwill sustain you in your weakness.\\nWhat shall I do he eagerly inquired.\\nThe first step for one like you to take, said I for one\\nwho has lost the power of rational self-control, is to sign the\\npledge. Then you come at once into the sphere of temperance,\\nand will have a hundred supporters where you would not have\\none without. The act will bring you into immediate association\\nwith temperance men, and they will hold you up until you are\\nstrong enough to stand yourself.", "height": "4292", "width": "2708", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0125.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "102 THE CIRCEAN CUP.\\nBring me the pledge, and I will sign it, he cried eagerly,\\nas if he felt this to be his last hope.\\nI was prepared for him. Drawing forth a pledge, a pocket\\nink-stand and a pen, I put it at once in his power to act upon\\nhis good resolution. Without a moments hesitation, he subscrib-\\ned his name.\\nThere are brighter days in store for you, said I, grasping\\nhis hand and shaking it warmly. You can now say, with one\\nof old time Rejoice not over me, 0, mine enemy For, though\\nI fall, yet shall I rise again.\\nI left him soon after, promising to call in a carriage on the\\nnext day, and take him home to his family.\\nThe meeting between Clark and his wife to the latter I had\\nconveyed intelligence of her husband s good purposes was\\naffecting in the extreme. I left them in each other s arms,\\npromising to call in during the day to have some talk about the\\nfuture. When I did call, I was prepared to offer Clark a place\\nat four hundred dollars a year, so soon as he was well enough to\\naccept of it.\\nThat place he has filled ever since, and now receives seven\\nhundred dollars, instead of four. But of all, he has religiously\\nkept his pledge. I need not describe the change at home. That\\ncan be readily imagined.\\nLet the story be a warning to all. Seek not to draw aside\\nany one from the way of temperance, for that is the only path\\nof safety.\\nAs for the grog-seller, McClutchen, so soon as leisure gave\\nthe opportunity, I turned my thoughts toward him but he\\nhad taken counsel of prudence, and was not to be found. Not\\nbeing, in all probability, a legalized poor-house and jail-popu-\\nlator, man-killer and maimer, he deemed it prudent to avoid\\nmeeting the offended justice of the state.", "height": "4304", "width": "2780", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0126.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE DRUNKARD S HOME.\\nBY MRS. JANE C CAMPBELL\\nOf all the wo, and want, and wretchedness, which awaken\\nour compassion of all the scences of misery which call so\\nloudly for sympathy there is none that so harrows up the feel-\\nings as the Drunkard s Home Look at him who began life\\nwith the love of friends, the admiration of society, the prospect\\nof extensive usefulness look at him in after years, when he\\nhas learned to love the draught, which, we shudder while we\\nsay it, reduces him to the level of the brute. Where is now\\nhis usefulness Where his admiration, where the love, that\\nonce were his 1 Love none but the love of a wife, or a child,\\ncan cling to him in his degradation. Look at the woman, who,\\nwhen she repeated for better for worse, would have shrunk\\nwith terror had the faintest shadow of the worse, fallen upon\\nher young heart. Is that she who on her bridal day was adorn-\\ned with such neatness and taste 1 Ah me, what a sad change\\nAnd the children, for whom he thanketh God, at their birth\\nthe little ones of whom he had been so proud, whom he had\\ndandled on his knee, and taught to lisp the endearing name of\\nfather see them trembling before him, and endeavoring to\\nescape his violence.", "height": "4248", "width": "2708", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0127.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "104 THE DRUNKARD S HOME.\\nOh God, have pity on the Drunkard s Home The artist has\\nwell told his story, and who that looks upon it but would fear-\\ningly turn aside from the first step to ruin 1\\nWe too have a tale to tell, which it pains us to acknowledge,\\ncontains more truth than fiction.\\nJames Boynton was the first born of his parents, and a proud\\nand happy mother was Mrs. Boynton, when her friends gathered\\naround her to look at her pretty babe. Carefully was he tended,\\nand all his infantile winning ways were treasured as so many\\nproofs of his powers of endearment.\\nIn wisdom has the Almighty hidden the deep secrets of futu-\\nrity from mortal ken when the mother first folds her infant to\\nher heart, could she look through the long vista of years, and\\nsee the suffering, the sin, the shame, which may be the portion\\nof her child, would she not ask God in mercy to take the infant\\nto himself? Would she not unrepiningly, nay, thankfully,\\nbear all the agony of seeing her little one, with straightened\\nlimbs, and folded hands, and shrouded form, carried from her\\nbosom to its baby-grave And yet, not one of all the thousands\\nwho are steeped in wickedness and crime, but a mother s heart\\nhas gladdened when the soft eye first looked into hers, and the\\nsoft cheek first nestled on her own. And, still more awful\\nthought not one of all these Pariahs of society but has an im-\\nmortal soul, to save which, the Son of God left his glory, and\\nagonized upon the cross\\nJames grew up a warm hearted boy, and among his young\\ncompanions he was a universal favorite. Jim Boynton is too\\ngood-natured to refuse doing anything we ask, said Ned Gran-\\nger one day to a school-fellow who feared that James would not\\njoin a party of rather doubtful character, which was forming for\\nwhat they called a frolic. And this was the truth. Here lay\\nthe secret of Boynton s weakness he was too good-natured", "height": "4304", "width": "2836", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0128.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4292", "width": "2708", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0131.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4276", "width": "2748", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0132.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE DRUNKARD S HOME. 105\\nfor this very desirable and truly amiable quality, unless united\\nwith firmness of character, is often productive of evil. But we\\npass over his boyish life, and look at him in early manhood.\\nHe has a fine figure, with a handsome intelligent counte-\\nnance, and his manners have received their tone and polish from\\na free intercourse in refined circles. He passed his college ex-\\namination with credit to himself but, from sheer indecision of\\ncharacter, hesitated in choosing a profession. At this time, an\\nuncle, who resided in the South, was about retiring from mer-\\ncantile life, and he proposed that James should enter with him\\nas a junior partner, while he would remain for a year or two to\\ngive his nephew the benefit of his experience. The business\\nwas a lucrative one, and the proposal was accepted.\\nJames left his home at the North, and went to try his fortunes\\namid new scenes and new temptations. His uncle received him\\nwarmly, for the old man had no children of his own, and James\\nwas his god-child. His uncle s position in society, and his own\\nfrank and gentlemanly demeanor, won him ready access to the\\nhospitality of southern friends, and it was not long before he fell\\nin love with a pretty orphan girl, whom he frequently met at\\nthe house of a common acquaintance. That the girl was portion-\\nless was no demerit in his uncle s eyes. Not all his treasures,\\nand they were large, had choked the avenues to the old man s\\nheart, and the young people were made happy by his approval\\nof their union.\\nAfter a visit to his friends in the north, James returned with\\nhis bride and in a modern house, furnished with ever}* luxury,\\nthe happy pair began their wedded life. And now, who so\\nblest as Boynton? Three years pass away, and two children\\nmake their home still brighter. Does no one see the cloud,\\nNot bigger than a man s hand, upon the verge of the moral\\nhorizon", "height": "4284", "width": "2564", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0133.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "106 THE DRUNKARD S HOME.\\nBoynton s dislike to saying- No, when asked to join a few\\nmale friends at dinner, or, on a party of pleasure his very good\\nnature, which made him so desirable a companion, were the\\nmeans of leading him in the steps to ruin.\\nCome Boynton, another glass\\nExcuse me, my dear fellow, I have really taken too much\\nalready.\\nNonsense it s the parting glass, you must take it. And\\nBoynton, wanting in firmness of character, yielded to the voice\\nof the tempter. Need we say, that, with indulgence, the love\\nfor the poison was strengthened.\\nFor a while the unfortunate man strove to keep up appear-\\nances. He was never seen, during the day in a state of in-\\ntoxication and from a doze on the sofa in the evening or a\\nheavy lethargic sleep at night, he could awake to converse with\\nhis friends, or attend at his counting-room, without his secret\\nhabit being at all suspected.\\nBut who, that willingly dallies with temptation, can foretell\\nthe end 1 Who can Lay the flattering unction to his soul,\\nthat in a downward path he can stop when he pleases, and\\nunharmed retrace his steps Like the moth, circling nearer and\\nstill nearer to the flame, until the insect falls with scorched wing,\\na victim to its own temerity, so will the pinions of the soul be\\nleft scathed and drooping.\\nSoon Boynton began to neglect his business, and he was\\nsecretly pointed out as a man of intemperate habits. At last he\\nwas shunned, shaken off, by the very men who had led him\\nastray. Who were most guilty? Let heaven judge. Here let us\\npause, and ask why it is that so many look upon a fellow-being\\nverging to the brink of ruin, without speaking one persuasive\\nword or doing one kindly act, to win him back to virtue 1 Why\\nis it, that, when fallen, he is thrust still farther down by taunt-", "height": "4304", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0134.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE DRUNKARD S HOME. 107\\ning and contempt? Oh, such was not the spirit of him who\\ncame To seek and to save that which was lost. Such was\\nnot the spirit of him who said, Neither do I condemn thee\\ngo and sin no more. How often, instead of throwing the\\nmantle of charity over a brother s sin, instead of telling him his\\nfault Between thee and him alone, is it bared to the light of\\nday, trumpeted to a cold and censure-loving world, until the\\nvictim either sinks into gloomy despondency, and believes it\\nhopeless for him to attempt amendment or else stands forth in\\nbold defiance, and rushes headlong to his ruin. Not one human\\nbeing stands so perfect in his isolation, as to be wholly unmoved\\nby contact with his fellows what need then, for the daily exer-\\ncise of that God-like charity, which SufTereth long and is\\nkind, which Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth\\nall things, endureth all things. Seven years have gone with\\ntheir records to eternity where is James Boynton now 1\\nIn one room of a miserable, delapidated tenement, inhabited\\nby many unfortunate victims of poverty and vice, lives he who,\\non his wedding-day, had entered a home which taste and luxury\\nrendered enviable. Squalor and discomfort are on every side.\\nHis four children are pale and sickly, from want of proper food,\\nand close confinement in that deleterious atmosphere. They\\nhave learned to hide away when they hear their father s foot-\\nsteps for, alas to his own, he is no longer the good natured\\nman. Fallen in his own esteem, frequently the subject of ribald\\nmirth, his passions have become inflamed, and he vents his ill-\\nhumor on his defenceless family. He no longer makes even a\\nshow of doing something for their support and, to keep them\\nfrom starving, his wife works whenever and at whatever she can\\nfind employment. A few more years, and where is Mrs. Boyn-\\nton 1 Tremble yet who set an example to your families of\\nwhich ye cannot foretell the consequences Tremble, ye whom", "height": "4300", "width": "2552", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0135.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "108 THE DRUNKARD S HOME.\\nGod has made to be the protectors, the guides, the counselors, of\\nthe women ye have vowed to love and cherish Mrs. Boynton,\\nlike her husband, has fallen In an evil hour, harrassed by\\nwant, ill-used by her husband she tasted the fatal cup It pro-\\nduced temporary forgetfulness^ from which she awoke to a sense\\nof shame and anguish. Ah, she had no mother, no sister, no\\nwoman-friend who truly cared for her, to warn, to plead, to ad-\\nmonish Again was she tempted, again she tasted, and the\\nsqualid home was rendered tenfold more wretched, by the ab-\\nsence of all attempt at order. However great may be the sorrow\\nand distress occasioned by a man s love for strong drink, it is not\\nto be compared to the deep wretchedness produced by the same\\ncause in woman and it is matter for thankfulness, that so few\\nmen drag down their wives with them in their fall.\\nProvidence raised up a friend who took the barefooted chil-\\ndren of the Boyntons from being daily witnesses of the evil\\nhabits of their parents and so dulled were all the finer feelings\\nof his nature, that James Boynton parted from them without a\\nstruggle.\\nLike the Lacedemonians of old, who exposed the vice to ren-\\nder it hateful in the eyes of the beholders, we might give other\\nand more harrowing scenes from real life but let this one\\nsuffice.\\nThank God, for the change which public opinion has already\\nwrought Thank God, for the efforts which have been made to\\nstay the moral pestilence Oh, it is fearful to think how many\\nhomes have been made desolate how many hearts have been\\nbroken how many fine minds have been ruined how many\\nlofty intellects have been humbled It is fearful to think of the\\nmadness the crime the awful death which follow in the steps\\nto Ruin", "height": "4304", "width": "2796", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0136.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE WINE-CUP.\\nBY MRS. C. M. SAWYER.\\nDash down the sparkling cup its gleam,\\nLike the pale corpse -light o er the tomb.\\nIs but a false, deceitful beam\\nTo lure thee onward to thy doom.\\nThe sparkling gleam will fade away,\\nAnd round thy lost bewildered feet,\\nMid darkness, terror, and dismay,\\nThe ghastly shapes of death will meet.\\nDash down the cup a poison sleeps\\nIn every drop thy lips would drain,\\nTo make thy life-blood seethe and leap,\\nA fiery flood through every vein\\nA fiery flood that will efface,\\nBy slow degrees, thy godlike mind\\nTill, mid its ashes, not a trace\\nOf reason shall be left behind.\\nDash down the cup a serpent starts\\nBeneath the flowers which crown its brim,\\nWhose deadly fangs will strike thy heart\\nAnd make thy flashing eye grow dim.\\n10", "height": "4268", "width": "2544", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0137.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "V\\n110 THE WINE-CUP.\\nBefore whose hot and maddening breath\\nMore fatal than the simoom blast\\nThy manhood, in unhonored death,\\nWill sink, a worthless wreck at last.\\nDash down the cup thy father stands\\nAnd pleads in accents deep and low,\\nThine anguished, mother clasps her hands\\nWith quivering lips and wordless woe.\\nThey who have borne thee on their breast\\nAnd shielded thee through many a year;\\nOh, would st thou make their bosoms blest,\\nTheir life a joy, their pleading hear\\nDash down the cup thy young wife kneels-\\nHer eyes, whose drops have often gushed,\\nAre turned, with mute and soft appeal,\\nUpon thy babe in slumber hushed.\\nDidst thou not woo her in her youth\\nWith many a fond and solemn vow?\\nOh, turn again, and all her truth\\nAnd love shall be rewarded now\\nDash down the cup and on thy brow,\\nThough darkened o er with many a stain.\\nThy manhood s light, so feeble now,\\nshall, bright and steady, burn again.\\nThy strength shall, like the fabled bird,\\nFrom its own ashes upward spring;\\nAnd fountains in thy breast be stirred,\\nWhose waters living joy shall bring!", "height": "4304", "width": "2796", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0138.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "LAKE SUPERIOR AND THE NORTH-WEST\\nBY HORACE GREELEY. 7\\nAway, far away toward the sunsets of June, stretches the\\npeerless, majestic Superior, the largest, the deepest, the purest,\\nthe coldest body of fresh water on the surface of the globe.\\nWith a length of four hundred miles, a mean breadth of one\\nhundred and fifty, a total circumference (without regarding petty\\nindentations) of not less than fifteen hundred, with its surface\\nsix hundred feet above and its depths three hundred below the\\nheaving surges of the two great oceans on either hand, with its\\nrock-girdled, slightly timbered shores abandoned by the savage\\nwhose thinly scattered bands once found here a scanty and pre-\\ncarious subsistence, and hardly as yet invaded by the white\\nman s merciless axe, Lake Superior lies to this day the most\\ncleanly and lovely expanse of waters that embosoms the moon s\\ncold glances and returns gaze for gaze as stately and unmoved.\\nIt was early in June, 1847, when our boat cast loose from\\nDetroit, and headed west north-west up the broad, short, placid\\nDetroit river through the small, shallow Lake St. Clair, up the\\nriver so named into and across the magnificent Huron, centre\\nand pride of the great chain of lakes which form so striking and\\nbeneficent a feature of our continent. The evening shadows", "height": "4292", "width": "2532", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0139.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "112 LAKE SUPERIOR.\\nwere deepening 1 as we entered the lake, and all that night, next\\nday, and far into the following night, our good boat pursued her\\nnorth-west way to Mackinac, her immediate destination. The\\nweather was stormy, alternating from pouring rain to thick, drift-\\ning mist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 to thick that frequent soundings were essential to\\nsafety, for Huron has more than her share of the twenty-two\\nthousand islands embosomed by the great chain of lakes and\\nrivers which forms our northern boundary. They lie mainly in\\nthe north, so as to leave clear the usual track of our steamboats\\nand vessels mainly destined to Lake Michigan, for the greater\\npart of the way but as you approach Mackinac, the Michigan\\ncoast and its islets on on?, side, the islands half filling the north\\nend of the lake on the other, with Mackinac itself directly in\\nfront, render the navigation in a dense fog somewhat critical.\\nOur first shallow soundings indicated land on the Michigan side\\nand pretty near, as the water shoaled fast so our boat was\\nheaded off; but a short time sufficed to indicate land on the\\nother bow, so no safe course remained but to anchor. With\\nnight the fog and storm took leave, and broad day showed Mack-\\ninac but a few miles distant, directly in our onward course. We\\nhad anchored just in time.\\nA stroll at Mackinac is worth a day in any man s life. The\\nisland lies in the mouth of Lake Michigan, which, but for it,\\nwould be but a magnificent bay or arm of Lake Huron. It is\\nan out-crop of limestone above the two lakes it thus separates,\\ncovered with a gravelly loom which the crumbling and sweating\\nof the rock renders decidedly fertile. The potato especially\\ngrows here in rare luxuriousness and excellence but cultivation\\nis very scantily attended to. The arts most in vogue are fishing\\nand drinking whisky, which are carried to great perfection. The\\nshoals of fish passing by it into and out of Lake Michigan made\\nit a favorite haunt of the Red Man from time immemorial its", "height": "4360", "width": "2764", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0140.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "LAKE SUPERIOR. 113\\ncommand of the entrance into Lake Michigan dictated the estab-\\nlishment here of a Military post several generations ago and\\nwhere Indians and soldiers do congregate, there liquor is apt to\\nbe in requisition. Missionaries, Catholic and Protestant, were\\nlong since attracted to this savage emporium but about the\\nonly trace of their labors now visible to the naked eye is c The\\nMission House/ by far the best hotel on the island. I did not\\ntaste it, but understood that the liquor it dispenses is a decided\\nimprovement (in taste) on the Fire-water, for which the In-\\ndians of the last century were each too happy to pay a dol-\\nlar a pint in beaver-skins at half a dollar a piece, thus keep-\\ning himself most royally drunk until the last skin, which should\\nhave bought bread for his hungering babes, had been drunk\\nup, and then departing in sullen silence, with a headache like a\\nyoung volcano, for his bare-walled lodge in the distant wilder-\\nness, there to mope and starve through a six months unbroken\\nwinter.\\nI note the improvement, as tested by the palate, in the liquor\\nprocurable at Mackinac, because improvement is there a rarity.\\nIn the heart of the thrifty and rapidly growing West, here is a\\nmart done-over, fassee decaying an embryo Tadmor or Nine-\\nveh. The Red Men, having been swindled and fuddled out of\\nall their lands within a summer s journey, have been pushed\\nfarther and farther back into the still unbroken wilderness, ren-\\ndering it no longer convenient nor practicable for them to come\\nhither to receive their annual payments the Missionaries and\\nthe whisky-dispensers have accompanied or followed them\\neven the soldiers, save a very few, have been drawn away to\\nsome point where soldiering is not so glaring an absurdity and\\nfutility and Mackinac is left to the fishermen, the steamboats,\\nthe few wiser travelers for pleasure who make a stop of a day\\nor two at the Mission House, the sellers of c Injun curiosities,", "height": "4284", "width": "2524", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0141.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "114 LAKE SUPERIOR.\\nand the dozen families of loiterers of diverse hues who remain\\nhere, apparently because they know not how to get away. By\\nthese its fall from its high estate is not redeemed; it is scarcely\\nretarded Mackinac was.\\nYet it might be, may be, an inviting summer residence for\\ninvalids. Its atmosphere is of the purest its breezes from the\\ncold surrounding lakes hardly intermitted its c nine months\\nwinters are divided from each other by 6 three months cold\\nweather to wit, from the middle of June to the middle of Sep-\\ntember just the season least endurable in milder climates. On\\nthe 8th of June, 1847, the few apple-trees here had not blos-\\nsomed, but were thinking about it they had accomplished it\\nbefore my return on the 1st of July.\\nWe left Mackinac in the fair, fresh morning, and bore north-\\neast some ninety miles to the Grand Detour, or great elbow\\nmade by the St. Mary s River in discharging the waters of Lake\\nSuperior into those of Lake Huron. Both river and lake are in\\nthis quarter studded with islands, and I never hope to see on\\nearth a fairer sight than here lay spread out beneath the genial\\nmidday sun of June, which reminded me of an evening May-day\\nin Vermont or New-Hampshire. The islands and shores rose in\\ngraceful swells from the very edge of the water, which here\\nhardly rises or falls a foot in a century the poplar and white\\nbirch, which mainly line the pebbly, rocky shores, were in their\\nearly, light-green tender leaf, contrasting strongly with the dark\\nevergreens in the background, and giving the impression at first\\nsight of grassy meadows sloping down from the woods to the\\nwater and filling up the space between them. In some places,\\na close scrutiny was needed to dispel the natural illusion.\\nMany of the tiny islets appear to rise but a foot or two above\\nthe surface of the broad and tranquil St. Mary s, and would\\nseem in constant danger of being submerged, but their timber", "height": "4304", "width": "2752", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0142.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "LAKE SUPERIOR. 115\\nbears testimony to their perfect immunity from that peril. No\\nmountains nor cliffs obstruct the breeze nor the vision, and the\\npassage of the generally deep and placid but in some places\\nswift and shallow St. Mary s is a succession of magnificent pic-\\ntures, wherein the serenest and deepest blue of heaven is fitly\\nreflected in the clear cold depths below, and the scarcely in-\\ndented forest, in its impressive silence and grandeur, fitly blends\\nand harmonizes with both.\\nWe got aground when a few miles from the Saut St. Marie,\\nrunning on a bank in the darkness of the night, and were unable\\nto work off till next morning. An hour of sunshine brought us\\nsafely to the wharf at the Saut, where the waters of Lake\\nSuperior leap and foam over a bed of rugged rocks, perhaps\\nhalf a mile wide and rather more than a mile long, in which\\nthey descend some eighteen or twenty feet, into a wide, still\\nbasin below, forming an excellent harbor for all manner of craft,\\nand a hundred times as many of them as have ever yet been\\nattracted to that rude region. There is no perpendicular fall of\\nany account, and sometimes, when strong western gales blow for\\na day or more down the lake, doubling the volume of water dis-\\ncharged and covering up the channel rocks therewith, I under-\\nstand that the appearance is very little different from that of the\\nSt. Lawrence at some of its larger rapids not deemed absolutely\\nbarriers to navigation. On these rare occasions, the only obstacle\\nto the passage of light, strong steamboats down or even up is\\nthe shallowness and intricacy of the channel, but that precludes\\nthe idea, not exactly of success but of safety. Sailing vessels\\nof light draft have been run down without injury, after years of\\nservice on Superior, and one small steamboat is now in Superior\\nwhich formerly plied on the lower lakes, but I think that was\\ntaken up over land. Mackinac boats, calculated for propul-\\nsion by oars or light sails, of one to three feet draft, and of five", "height": "4304", "width": "2580", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0143.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "116 LAKE SUPERIOR.\\nto twenty tons burthen, are wearily dragged with ropes up the\\nless impetuous current by one or the other shore, and then run\\ndown by skillful navigators for the excitement and eclat of the\\nadventure a fool-hardy caper at best, which sometimes proves\\nfatal to those engaged in it. The day before I reached the Saut\\non a second visit, in August, 1848, a heavy, hard-bitted boat,\\noverloaded with nine Indian and white bare-brains, attempted\\nthis feat, but she struck a rock just under water when in full\\ncareer, and pitched her human cargo first into the air and then\\ninto the foam, where three of them were drowned and some\\nothers fished out of the eddies below barely alive and utterly\\ninsensible. By prompt and efficient efforts they were resuscita-\\nted, and I presume they have since left the passage of the Saut\\nto men who have bought their wit cheaper.\\nI suspect the Saut St. Marie is the oldest existing aggregation\\nof human dwellings on this continent north of the city of\\nMexico at all events. As the easiest of fisheries, constantly\\nvisited by white-fish, trout and siskoweit from the three mighty\\nlakes below with their intermediates and tributaries, it must have\\nearly won the Red Men to build their lodges on its banks, roam-\\ning, thence in quest of game through the dense forests around\\nand the fair prairies lying beyond them in the south. The sugar\\nmaple abounds on either hand, and this, with the berries of the\\nwood and the fish of the river, would afford to the hunter s wife\\nthe means of eking out a subsistence during his long absences\\non the chase or on the war-path. Columbus, the Red Men s\\nevil genius, laid bare this continent to European adventure and\\navarice, and, before the Mississippi was discovered or the Ohio\\ntraced to its mouth, French explorers, soldiers and missionaries\\nhad pitched their tents beside the fishers cabins at the Saut. A\\ncentury has nearly passed since French ascendency in this region\\nwas completely overthrown and supplanted, but French charac-", "height": "4344", "width": "2788", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0144.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "LAKE SUPERIOR. 117\\nter and manners, more plastic and genial than the Anglo-Saxon,\\nstill hold their ground. The Catholic Church is, I think, the\\nbest attended of any at the Saut, and I fear I was the least\\nedified of any among the worshipers within its walls on the\\nSabbath I attended it. Its frequenters, of Indian, French and\\nintermediate origin, maintained a general demeanor of gravity,\\npropriety and interest and the Latin Mass was quite as intelli-\\ngible to them as it would have been to an Irish or Yankee con-\\ngregation. Throughout the north-west, I believe the Catholic\\nMissionaries, in spite of English and American domination, are\\nthe most successful of any in acquiring and maintaining an in-\\nfluence over the minds of the untutored Aborigines, though a\\nphilosopher would naturally anticipate that simple forms and less\\nmysterious or recondite dogmas would secure their preference.\\nI think, too, the Catholic Missionaries enjoy a general reputation\\nof superiority in talents, while all are men of exemplary char-\\nacter and earnest devotion. If not, why should they have thus\\nburied themselves for life in a hyperborean wilderness?\\nThe Saut is now a cosmopolite village. The Red Man has\\nbeen superseded in dominion by the French they by the Eng-\\nlish and the latter, so far as the southern shore is regarded, by\\nthe Americans while the meteor flag still waves over the\\nsmaller though older village on the north bank, which is deeply\\nindented by a bay at the foot of the fall, whence, I understand,\\nthe route for a ship canal into the lake above is decidedly shorter\\nthan that on the American side easier it hardly could be, since\\na mill-race was formerly cut through the whole extent on our\\nside by a small body of United States troops posted here, merely\\nin order to turn a mill for the grinding of their grain into flour.\\nThe mill long since vanished, but the race remains, showing the\\nfeasibility of a canal which would open the great reservoir above\\nto the thousand keels now plying on the lower lakes, greatly", "height": "4304", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0145.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "118 LAKE SUPERIOR.\\ndiminishing the cost of transportation, and in effect bringing the\\nSuperior region a fourth nearer the seaboard than it now is.\\nThe cost of such a canal, of ample size and thoroughly con-\\nstructed, would be Half a Million of Dollars its value to the\\nNation would be many Millions. It cannot much longer remain\\na project unexecuted.\\nBut I linger too long at the Saut. Farewell, ye swamps of\\nevergreen, stretching interminably southward from the Fall!\\nAdieu, Indian huts and whisky-selling cabins, the latter more\\nnumerous than the private dwellings, lining the level road on\\nour side from the foot to the head of the fall I did my best to\\ncripple your deadly traffic by a Temperance Address to full half\\nthe people of the place, while I was with you but, I apprehend,\\nyou can well afford to forgive me that. The River of Alcohol\\nthat flows down the throats of the savage or semi-savage thou-\\nsands who here obtain their annual, only glimpse of civilization,\\nis still broad enough, impetuous enough, to drown all hopes of\\ntheir speedy disenchantment from the infernal sorcery which is\\nrapidly destroying them, mind, body and estate and what more\\ncan a rum-seller, what more could a demon desire\\nThe means of conveyance on Lake Superior are yet primitive\\nthey were more so in 1817-8. The solitary Propeller where-\\nin we took passage from the Saut had no genius for rapid loco-\\nmotion, even in good weather in the other sort she very pro-\\nperly refused to go at all, unless driven by the wind and waves.\\nShe had a rival on the lake the steamboat already mentioned\\nbut she was older and more dubious than the propeller. The\\ntwo started together on a dull, hazy June morning, favored by\\na raw, heavy east wind, which soon blew up a driving rain the\\ncounterpart of an April north-easter on the coast of New-Eng-\\nland and this closed, during the succeeding night, with a smart\\ngale from the west, wherein the schooner Merchant, which left", "height": "4336", "width": "2756", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0146.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "LAKE SUPERIOR. 119\\nthe Saut with us, conveying a military company of fifteen per-\\nsons, went down with all on board, and was never again heard\\nof. This storm caused us to miss the Pictured Rocks, one of\\nthe lions of the lake, situated on Grand Island, in the south-east\\nquarter, and so out of the path of vessels passing up the lake.\\nNot having seen the Rocks, I shall not attempt to describe\\nthem.\\nYou cannot see Lake Superior from the Saut only a circuit-\\nous strait or bay leading thence and gradually narrowing down\\nto the width of the outlet I have described. Not till you have\\npassed White Fish Point, thirty to forty miles up, does the lake\\nopen to your gaze in its vastness and solitary grandeur. Thence\\nyou soon pass out of sight of land and sail on for hours and\\nhours, alone with God and the mirrors of His immensity in the\\ntransparent depths above, around, beneath. I have traversed the\\nlake in storm and calm the latter is by far the more sublime.\\nThe mighty ocean is a tumbling chaos, but here is a serene\\ncreation. A sail is rarely descried as yet the fish are quiet in\\ntheir depths far below, disdaining the vain displays of the por-\\npoises and dolphins of the brine few birds inhabit these shores,\\nand rarely one, unless it be birds of passage, in their annual\\nmigrations, ever darken its depths with their flitting shadows.\\nBeside your bark and its contents, nothing of man or his doings\\nis visible or suggested as you pursue your trackless way.\\nThe waters of this lake never forget their proximity to the\\nArctic circle. Though their great depth and volume prevent\\ntheir freezing, except for a few miles next the shore, yet the\\nsame influences prevent their yielding to the sun s summer fervor\\nas well, and, though the fair days of July and August are as hot\\non its shores as in New- York, yet an experienced navigator of\\nSuperior observed in my presence that he never knew a hot day\\nthereon. Even without wind, the evaporation from her cold", "height": "4296", "width": "2700", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0147.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "120 LAKE SUPERIOR.\\nbosom counteracts and baffles all the power of Sol s fiercest\\nrays. The melting of ice over a vast body of water scarcely\\nless cold than ice is a tedious operation, and the spring is later\\nby weeks than it would be if the lake were not here, as, on the\\nother hand, the winters are less rigorous. Winter is preceded,\\nin September and the fore part of October, by the loveliest In-\\ndian summer ever known which is followed by storms, first of\\nrain, then of snow, in rapid succession, until thirty feet of snow,\\nby actual measurement, have often fallen in November and\\nDecember, covering the earth with six to eight feet, well packed\\ndown the result, perhaps, of thirty days steady snowing out\\nof the sixty. By this time, the water of the lake has been\\nchilled to something like the temperature of the air above it\\nevaporation slacks off, and a season of fair, steady, but not ex-\\ntreme cold succeeds. The mercury in the Fahrenheit s ther-\\nmometer often stands nearly at zero for weeks without once fall-\\ning much below that point. The spring s approach is heralded\\nby prodigious rains, very similar in extent and duration to the\\nsnows of early winter, whereby the ice of the lake and the\\nsnowy mantle of earth are gradually wasted away, leaving\\na tenacious residuum of ice beneath the evergreens of the\\nswamps and lower grounds generally. The soil is thus saturated\\nlike a sponge for a couple of months, to the serious impediment\\nof mining and nearly every other branch of industry. The\\nlake slowly yields its ice, but continues obstinately cold, covering\\nthe surrounding country with frosts up to a late period in June.\\nI first landed at Eagle Harbor on the 15th of June, and the\\nfollowing night ice formed there to the depth of a quarter of an\\ninch. Ten days before, fresh ice had formed over a part of the\\nharbor, of such thickness as seriouly to cut and deface the sides\\nof a small schooner that was impelled through it. And all\\nthrough the summer, though the fair days are abundantly hot,", "height": "4304", "width": "2760", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0148.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "LAKE SUPERIOR. 121\\nthe succeeding nights are so cool that the gnats and mosketoes,\\nthough horribly plenty and savagely blood-thirsty by day, are\\nabsolutely quiet and inocuous after night-fall, and I do not be-\\nlieve a mosketo ever hummed after dark in any cabin within\\nmiles of Lake Superior. The blessedness of this dispensation\\nnone but the infinitely bitten can appreciate.\\nI thought till I tried that the common report of the impossi-\\nbility of bathing in the waters of this lake was an exaggeration\\nso, during my second visit, late in August, 1848, I determined to\\ntest it. Stealing away alone to a cove in which the transparent\\nlymph gradually deepened from the shore outward, I disrobed\\nand walked in but common rumor was right and my skepti-\\ncism wrong. For a short distance, the cold was endurable but\\nat the depth of five feet it stung like a hornet and this on the\\n25th of August. After a very brief essay, I traveled shoreward\\nand gave it up. Let the lake be entirely still through a long,\\nbright day, and the sun s rays will warm into endurability the\\ncontents of some of the shallow bays of shining sand but the\\nwater of the lake generally was never warm enough for bath-\\ning, and never will be this side of the general conflagration.\\nTwo hundred miles or over due west from the Saut is Point\\nKeewenaw or Kee-wai-wenon, the terminus of a promontory\\nwhich bears its name, with the little isle Manitou and two or\\nthree surrounding rocks jutting out into the lake in a direct line\\nbeyond it. The Point or promontory is thrown out north-east-\\nward obliquely from the southern or American shore of the lake,\\nfrom which it bears much like the thumb from a human hand\\nheld naturally open. Between the Point and the main land S.\\nS. E. of it is of course a deep bay, having an Indian village\\nknown as L Ance at its head, with a Catholic and a Methodist\\nMission, a United States blacksmith, c, c. Here is a saw-\\nmill and some cultivation. The potatoes grown at L Ance (and", "height": "4304", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0149.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "122 LAKE SUPERIOR.\\nindeed any where about the lake) are capital, their only fault is\\nthat they are too few. They ought to be planted in the fall,\\nso as to vegetate before the saturated earth can be made ready\\nto receive them in the spring, by which course they are pretty\\nsurely allowed to ripen before the serious frosts of early Septem-\\nber. The yield of all roots suited to the climate is very good,\\nbut winter grains are smothered by the deep snows, and Indian\\ncorn cannot abide the short summers and chilly nights. I be-\\nlieve some has been grown to be eaten green on the Ontonagon,\\nto the south-west but all the stalks I saw on the Point looked\\nas if frightened out of their growth by nightly dreams of a hard\\nwinter at hand. They remind me of the mathematical defini-\\ntion of a line extension without breadth the length (two or\\nthree feet) being rendered remarkable only by the absence of\\nbreadth. Grasses and the spring-sown grains will yet flourish\\nhere fruits never.\\nI once offended an old sea-captain with whom I was travel-\\ning by stage, and who had beguiled a part of the way with\\nsea-yarns, by volunteering one of Lake Superior in turn for\\nthough I had not then seen the mother of lakes, she was and\\nhad long been a theme of interest and wonder to me. My\\nstory was of Capt. Ben. Stannard, a pioneer in her civilized\\nnavigation, who, in the absence of charts, buoys, bells, light-\\nhouses, c, c, which are yet very scanty but twenty years\\nago were unknown, used to employ his rifle during a dense,\\nprotracted fog in lieu of compass and quadrant, firing it at inter-\\nvals and judging by some peculiarity of the reverberation from\\nthe hills bordering the lake on his practiced ear how near to\\nand on what part of the coast his vessel was. My captain felt\\ninsulted that I should think of putting such a story on him for\\na fact yet as such I had received and still credit it. I won t\\nsay how efficient or reliable this rifle observation may have", "height": "4304", "width": "2768", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0150.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "LAKE SUPERIOR. 123\\nbeen but I can easily credit a resort to it by a reacty, ingenious\\nYankee, thoroughly befogged on a jagged, rock-bound coast,\\nyet perfectly familiar with every crook and turn of that coast,\\nif he could only see it, and acquainted also with the influences\\nof proximity or remoteness, eminence or depression, in modify-\\ning the reverberations aforesaid. But, perceiving no adequate\\nmotive for risking the extra disfigurement of my visage, I tacit-\\nly yielded the point to my testy captain, lapsing into moody\\nsilence.\\nPoint Keewenaw, though but a few miles across, and almost\\nseparated from the main land by a chain of lake and outlet, is\\ntraversed by the 6 Little Montreal and c Eagle rivers, as they\\nare termed, being decent mill-streams only, with many smaller\\nrivulets. No part of earth is more beautifully nor more bounti-\\nfully watered, whether from clouds above or springs beneath.\\nFrom the outward or north-western shore the hills rise in the\\ncourse of two to four miles to an altitude of five to eight hun-\\ndred feet, sending down at intervals of not many rods sparkling,\\nbrawling torrents of the purest cold water, warranted a health-\\nful beverage for man or beast. Through this range 4 Eagle\\nRiver makes its way, turning from east to south, and falling\\ninto the lake some twenty miles from the extreme Point, while\\nthe Little Montreal follows its southerty base and falls into the\\nlake or bay several miles south of the Point. The valley of\\neach, though elevated, is in good part level and arable, well\\ntimbered with sugar maple, white pine, black birch, c, with\\nhemlock, black ash, c, on the level wet grounds. On their\\ngentler tributaries, above the decaying beaver-dams which be-\\nspeak their origin, are frequently seen small meadows, whence\\nthe traveler, after long and tiresome wanderings in the en-\\nshrouding forest, obtains welcome views of the clear blue hea-\\nvens, which seems nearer here than elsewhere. An autumn day", "height": "4304", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0151.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "124 LAKE SUPERIOR.\\nin these forests, the rank wild grass of the meadows waving m\\nthe gentle breezes, with glimpses of the blue lake at intervals\\nas you emerge upon the north-west side of the eminences, is not\\nto be disdained by an emperor. The lake, though three miles\\naway, and six hundred feet below you, seem but a few steps\\noff, quiet and shining like a kingdom of rock crystal. They\\nget up superb storms here in their season, coolly remarked my\\ncompanion, as I silently contemplated the prospect with which\\nhe was familiar. I could not contradict him.\\nThe Mines are of course the great feature of Lake Superior,\\nbut I shall not here describe them. The Iron region lies near\\nthe coast, sixty to eighty miles E. S. E. of the Point, and its\\nhills of ore not surpassed as to quantity or quality by any in\\nthe world. Their working has barely begun, and at a period\\nunfavorable to their rapid development. Of the Copper Mines,\\nthe most productive as yet are those near Eagle River on the\\nPoint, which yielded over one thousand tons of pure copper\\nin 1849. Those on the Ontonagon are hardly opened yet, but\\nare said to be not less promising. But what reader of an An-\\nnual will care to descend with me, candle in hand, the slender,\\nslippery stair-rounds of a mine, with dirty water dripping on\\nhis head and the dark ooze hitting him at every turn, and the\\ncomfortable assurance that any misstep or giving way would\\nprobably land him in eternity 1 No, the Cliff Mine (the only\\none fairly opened) is a wonder, with its immense galleries blast-\\ned out of the solid rocks down to hundreds of feet below, not\\nmerely the foot of the cliff but the bed of the creek, and still\\ngoing down, down, toward the nadir. Clink, clink, sounds the\\nsledge on the drill-head or the cold-chisel, far down in those\\ncavernous recesses, where roughly accoutred men are moving\\nabout like ghosts (if ghosts carry lighted candles) in the far pro-\\nfound, while hoarse voices are ordering hither and thither, and", "height": "4304", "width": "2780", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0152.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "LAKE SUPERIOR. 125\\nevery few moments the cry of warning followed by the roar\\nof a blast break the monotony of this ten-story cavern. And\\nthere lies the dull yellow metal, blasted down after the patient\\nremoval of some feet of the rock beside it, in masses of one to\\nfifty tons, the larger being slowly, laboriously cut into man-\\nageable pieces by long, sledge-driven chisels, and then hauled\\nup to daylight exactly as nature fused it a mighty column of\\nmingled copper and quartz, reaching from the surface down,\\ndown beyond the scope of conjecture, here nine-tenths quartz\\nand there seven-eighths copper, fit to be run into cannon or\\ncoined into cents on the instant. The world has many marvels,\\nbut you must travel far to find the counterpart of the Mines of\\nLake Superior.\\nPerhaps the most striking feature of this mineral region is the\\nunconscious testimony it bears to the truth of Solomon s apo-\\nthegm that, essentially, c There is nothing new under the sun.\\nThe pioneer lands on a wild and rugged coast, bearing no trace\\nof human labor or residence save that of the few idle savages\\nnow departed who from time immemorial barely subsisted with\\ndifficulty in certain widely scattered localities on the products\\nof their rude fisheries and the far scantier products of the chase\\nfor these fruitless, nutless, almost berryless woods, with their\\nsix months drapery of engulphing snows, famishing or repel-\\nling nearly every animal but the rabbit, can never have been\\na favorite haunt of game. Debarking at some point convenient\\nto his contemplated destination, the pioneer c prospects or care-\\nfully explores the woods for miles in every direction, but espe-\\ncially the faces of cliffs and all abrupt declivities where the rocks\\nin position are exposed, for traces of mineral veins, which,\\nbeing found, he proceeds to open by digging, drilling and blast-\\ning, so as to determine as soon as may be whether they, or any\\nof them, will probably justify the heavy expense of opening", "height": "4340", "width": "2696", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0153.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "126 LAKE SUPERIOR.\\nin due form, by shaft and drift in the hard trap-rock. Probably\\nthe first, second, and even third essay results in disappointment\\nthe vein is thin and poor the rock, which was fair amygdaloid\\nat the outset, changes to conglomerate or green-stone, or a\\ntough, leathery, chloritic trap in which mineral veins will not\\nhold, but thin out as he descends to a mere trace, not worth the\\npowder required to open them. But at length and it may not\\nbe the first year, nor the second he strikes a vein of the right\\nsort, widening rather than narrowing as it descends in a nearly\\nperpendicular direction, with walls of the genuine trap clearly\\ndefined, while the vein-stone itself is unequivocal quartz, di-\\nversified by prehnite and crystals, with traces of silver and\\nan abundance of native copper, showing a tendency to form\\nmasses, even within a few feet of the surface. Joy! joy!\\nthe miner s heart dilates and exults with all the pleasure and\\npride of another Columbus. But hold what is that indenta-\\ntion in the earth s surface just above and below and in line\\nwith his rude excavation It seems as if cut by a mountain\\nrivulet, yet no water courses through it, and upland trees grow\\ngiant-like in it s sides and bed. No, it is no water- worn channel,\\nbut the bed of an ancient excavation, which time, gravitation\\nand the ever-active elements have so nearly filled up a place\\nwhere copper was worked for and obtained before Solomon\\nwrote Proverbs or Samson smote the Philistines. Cut down the\\nvenerable trees they are as stately and as gnarly there as any\\nwhere dig out their roots, throw out the earth which has\\nslowly tumbled or crumbled in, and you will come at length to\\nthe rock bottom and sides, with the yellow mineral gleaming\\nthrough the former, surrounded by stone boulders of a peculiar\\nhardness, unlike any thing originating in the neighborhood, and\\nevidently brought from a distance to be used as hammers in\\nliberating the copper from the enclosing rock\u00e2\u0080\u0094 each boulder", "height": "4304", "width": "2800", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0154.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "LAKE SUPERIOR. 127\\nhaving an incision or ring laboriously cut around it to retain\\nthe withe or handle whereby it was unquestionably wielded\\nand impelled. There are indications that the ancient miners\\nemployed fire (having no powder) to overcome the stubborn\\nresistance of the enclosing trap, probably heating it intensely\\nhot by burning logs, and then dashing on water to calcine or\\ncrack it. A few scraps and implements of copper were lost\\nor left by them, leaving no doubt of the nature or drift of their\\noperations. In one place, a giant mass of solid copper, of sev-\\neral tons weight, after having vainly resisted all their efforts to\\nseparate or fuse it, was left in their excavation as impracticable\\nand useless a windfall to their successors of our day after\\nhaving obviously cost many of the primitive miners the labor\\nof months if not years.\\nBut I grow tedious. Adieu mighty reservoir of waters, the\\npurest, the clearest, the coldest, within the dominion of civili-\\nzed man. I thank the good Providence that enabled me to see\\nthee in thy native, solitary grandeur and beauty, before the\\nswiftly approaching tread of Industry and Commerce shall have\\ncovered thy bosom with sails and smoke-pipes, disrobed thy\\nshores of their all-embracing forests, supplanting them with\\ngrass and vegetables, filling thy ports with the hum of thrifty\\nTraffic and the manly tones of the anchor-lifting seamen s\\nchorus. Around the mouths of those prolific mines shall gather\\nlarger and larger villages of hardy miners, daily sending up\\nfrom sunless recesses a thousand )^ards below even the lake s\\nblue surface the inexhaustable treasures of this Sweden of the\\nNew World. Who shall then know or care indeed, what\\nwill it matter that I, a tired wanderer from the city s cease-\\nless strife, once roamed along these shores, patiently turning\\nover the pebbles and sand, just above the line of the breaking", "height": "4288", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0155.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "128 LAKE SUPERIOR.\\nwaves, in search of agates and cornelians, or joyously gather-\\ning in autumn the red berries of the mountain ash, and all\\nfor thee, dear son of my heart! polar summer of my rug-\\nged life then so anxiously awaiting me in our distant cot-\\ntage home, as now more calmly in the radiant Land of Souls.\\nGod keep me worthy of thy love and presence through the\\nweary years, few or many, till I meet thee and greet thee in\\nthat world where the loving reunite to be parted no more for-\\never", "height": "4352", "width": "2776", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0156.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "THE TEMPERANCE HOME.\\nBY MRS. E. JESSUP EAMES.\\nCHAPTER I.\\nHOME.\\nWine, wine thy power and praise\\nHave ever been echoed in minstrel lays\\nBut water I deem hath a higher claim\\nTo fill up a niche in the Temple of fame.\\nu Home sweet Home there is no place like it, be it ever\\nso humble so long as it is a Temperance Home. Of course\\nthere are all sorts of homes, and there is a vast difference be-\\ntween their merits, as we are too painfully made aware by\\ncontrast Look on this picture, then on that! Fortunately it\\nis the more favored of the two we are called upon to describe,\\nand we repeat there is no place like the Temperance Home.\\nWe are almost sure to find health, happiness, prosperity, order\\nand intelligence in a home, whose inmates have taken the", "height": "4264", "width": "2612", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0157.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "130 THE TEMPERANCE HOME.\\nPledge. Behold how good and pleasant it is to see them dwell\\ntogether in unity. The Angel of Good sheds the incense dew\\nof Heaven from his fanning pinions over the charmed circle of\\nkindred, who united in the social bands of reciprocal love, are\\nfound moving harmoniously in their sphere of delighted duty.\\nAll gentle offices, and useful charities are practised here. Here\\nin the quiet temple of Home is the exclusive shrine of the affec-\\ntions and here are the household gods worshiped with a true\\ndevotion. Thrice blessed is the home, over which the pure\\ngenius of Temperance presides.\\nCHAPTER II\\nA RHAPSODY.\\nAnd here s to Thee thou bright eyed and blooming Daugh-\\nters of Health, fair Temperance. Not in richly cut crystal in\\ngolden and silver-chased goblets, of ruby, red and amber colored\\nwine, do we pledge thee that were profanation indeed But\\nin the purer, more delicious element that sparkles in the depth\\nof streams, and shady springs, in the valley broklet, the meadow\\nrill, and forest fountain. In such cooling nectar, as fills the per-\\nfumed urn of the white water Lily and the Iris-hued vase of\\nthe Tulip in the crystal bowl of the Lotus, and the pretty\\nglobe of the Amaranth in the fairy cup of the Bluebell and\\nthe honey sweet chalice of the rich Rose Balm in such conse-\\ncrated draughts only, is it meet that we pledge thee, O, loveliest\\nof Water Nymphs And we challenge ye too, beautiful\\nCreations of the Elder Time, whose birth was amid the fresh-", "height": "4368", "width": "2800", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0158.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4280", "width": "2580", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0161.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4260", "width": "2804", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0162.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "THE TEMPERANCE HOME. 131\\nnjess of the World Ye Fauns and Fays bright dwellers by-\\nsylvan streams Oreades and Dryades of the Dorian Valley\\nMaid of the glossy fountain Nymph of the waterfall Come,\\none and all, ye long forgotten children of the Green Solitudes\\nThou fountain lover of fair Arethusa and thou bright haired,\\nand wayward Undine come from your Ocean caves, all ye\\nbright lingerers, and join us in a cup of the life giving element,\\nto our chosen friend Temperance\\nCHAPTER III\\nTHE TRIBUTE\\nAll stainless in the holy white of thy pure appareling, thou\\ngoest forth, the meekly earnest messenger of Truth and Good-\\nness, omnipotent in the cause of Virtue. Surely there was\\njoy in Heaven, when thou wentest forth on thy great and God-\\nlike mission, and the rapturous chant of Angels followed thee,\\nas encircled by thine own beaming and beautiful light, thou\\nearnest (like the blessed bearer of glad tidings on the mountain\\ntops,) with healing on thy wings for the nations of the earth.\\nfirm and faithful Temperance on thy head\\nBlessings of Heaven and earth, a thousand fold be shed", "height": "4276", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0163.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "132 THE TEMPERANCE HOME.\\nCHAPTER IV.\\nFATHER MATHEW.\\nWe were oblivious indeed to pass thee by unnamed, thou\\nSavior and regenerator of hundreds and thousands of poor un-\\nfortunates of both sexes victims to that cursed drink Deep,\\nand pure, and living-, is the fountain thou hast stired, and mighty-\\nare the gushings of its waters. Threading thy way to the sons\\nand daughters of fallen humanity how faithfully dost thou\\nwarn, how earnestly entreat, how tenderly dost thou plead with\\nthose erring ones, who on the broad ocean of intemperance\\nhave wrecked every prospect that brightened their better days.\\nHow eloquently thou persuaded those who tarry long at the\\nwine, that it is a mocker that strong drink is raging that who\\nso is deceived thereby is not wise. And in the solemn darkness\\nand despair, that broods over the mental anguish of the stricken\\nfamily, thou standest like an Angel of Mercy, administering the\\nPledge of peace, comfort and hope. Here in this Eden pic-\\nture before us we behold traces of thy foot-prints, they have\\nlistened to thy words of Truth and Soberness and laid thy\\nlessons to their hearts. Long be it thy peculiar mission to ele-\\nvate the down-trodden spirituality of man s imbruted nature\\nto waken his blunted sensibility to repair the beautiful moral\\nedifice, that sin has made a ruin and to restore unsullied to the\\naltar, the Divine Image of the Creator. Truly the blessings of\\nall who were ready to perish be on thee thou who, hast so\\nnobly combatted with the great destroyer, the hydra headed\\nmonster, Drunkenness.", "height": "4344", "width": "2808", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0164.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE TEMPERANCE HOME. 133\\nCHAPTER V.\\nTHE TEMPERANCE HOME WITHOUT.\\nThis thank Heaven is no Drunkard s Home. No miserable\\nfalling hnt, with its weed grown patch of ground its broken\\nwalls, and rag stuffed windows. No idle inebriate of a hus-\\nband whose reeling step, strikes sorrow and dismay to the hearts\\nof his family no pale, grief- worn despairing wife with a\\nsqualid brood of half starved, half clad children Thank\\nHeaven I say this Book has but one such Picture\\nLet us pause awhile, and contemplate the scene that is spread\\nwithout the Temperance Home. This is a pleasant enough\\nlooking place half hid in a grove of elm, maple and flowering\\nash with a richly-fruited orchard in the rear, and a gay flower\\ngarden in front. The surroundings betoken a family not rich,\\nbut possessing a competency, and everything wears the appear-\\nance that a well ordered temperance home should present.\\nClimbing plants and creeping vines (for which the poets has\\nno name) twine and twist in graceful profusion around the rustic\\npillars of the pretty porch, running over the long roof in every\\ndirection, and weaving above the attic windows, a green and\\nfragrant curtain of leaves and blossoms. Roses and honey-\\nsuckles the white clematis, and purple morning-glory, are\\ntastefully trained along the front windows and the bright\\nflower-beds beneath send up a wilderness of sweets.\\nYonder is an arbor, built between two graceful weeping wil-\\nlows, whose slender boughs with their silver-fringed tassels, meet\\nover the arching roof. The purple and white fruited grapevine\\nclusters along the trellised sides of the arbor, and within are\\ndisposed romantic seats of green and golden mosses.", "height": "4348", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0165.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "134 THE TEMPERANCE HOME.\\nFarther on in a sunny spot among- the sweet clover, is ranged\\na row of bee hives whose golden belted inmates, like their\\nowners, improve each shining hour. Mark how tastefully\\nthe little dove cotes are painted and perched among the trees\\nand those two milk-white lambs (pet ones, are they?) frisking\\nand frolicking through the scented grass. To make the picture\\ncomplete, off there in the shade of the poplars, is a well\\na real old fashioned well, with the moss covered non-bound\\nbucket and all. Is it not the very poetry of rural life 1\\nCH APTE R VI.\\nFAMILY DEVOTION.\\nYes, one can very well see that this is a Temperance Home,\\nbut anxious as we are to make nearer acquaintance with its\\ninmates, we could not think of disturbing the sanctity of their\\npresent position\\nFor there serene in happy age\\nWhose hope is from above,\\nA Father communes with the page\\nOf Heaven s recorded love.\\nPure falls the beam, and meekly bright\\nOn his grey holy hair,\\nTouching the page with tenderest light\\nAs though its shrine were there.\\nSome words of life, e en now have met\\nHis calm benignant eye\\nSome Ancient Promise breathing yet\\nOf Immortality.", "height": "4352", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0166.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "THE TEMPERANCE HOME. 135\\nAnd silent bend his children by,\\nHushing their very breath\\nBefore the solemn sanctity\\nOf thoughts o er sweeping death.\\nSurely if happiness is to be found on earth it is in a home\\nlike this, when the morning- and evening thanksgiving ascends\\nto heaven and where the bliss of its members is cemented\\nby the renovating influences of piety, temperance and virtue.\\nWhat a perfect picture of domestic bliss has the artist s pencil\\nportrayed in this interesting group. Through the open window\\nof this pretty family room, we can distinctly count them ten\\nin number. A large family indeed but all well fed and cared\\nfor, as we can see. Those two little prattlers, each on a pa-\\nrent s knee, are held for the better sake of quiet I dare say,\\nwhile the two at the father s feet seem meek and devout lis-\\nteners of the word. That tall slender boy beside his mother is\\nher summer child her darling he is\\nFaithful and fond with sense beyond his years\\nAnd natural piety that bears to Heaven.\\nThen there are the parents, and grand parents and Mabel too,\\nah We must enter this privileged abode we have a particu-\\nlar, and we hope a pardonable curiosity, to see the inside of this\\nTemperance Home.", "height": "4304", "width": "2616", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0167.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "136 THE TEMPERANCE HOME.\\nCHAPTER VII.\\nTHE TEMPERANCE HOME WITHIN.\\nHere we are then, in their very midst, and welcomed with\\nthe simple but sincere cordiality of people unfettered hj the\\nshackles of artificial society who never wear company faces,\\nand set manners for reception days. If we were enchanted\\nwith the scene without, how is our admiration brightened by a\\ncloser survey within.\\nIt is true no costly luxuries adorn this rocm of the household\\nno splendid paintings no superb cases of gold and crimson\\nbound books, decorate the smooth white walls; no expensive\\nbijouterie no magnificent modern furniture of any kind is\\nhere only a few rare old prints, snug pictures and choice gems\\nof literature, some rare shells and curious corals, that father\\nbrought from sea these with three or four simple pearl colored\\nvases filled with fresh wood flowers, indicated the refined tastes\\nof the occupants. Specimens of the industrial habits of the\\nTemperance Home are to be seen in the tasteful chintz-covered\\nsettees, and the soft backed easy chairs, stuffed expressly for the\\nelders meantime these bright cushione seats of mosaic patch-\\nwork, claim our especial regard, because they are not too fine\\nfor use and great is our relief that we can tread on the pretty\\ngreen, home-made carpet without the fear of Wilton, or Brus-\\nsels before our eyes That society basket of work cut out,\\nmust be for the Daughters of Temperance, and this box of deli-\\ncate embroidering must be Mabels cousin Mabel of whom we\\nwould know more. What a paradise of pure delight, is such a\\nhome where infancy, youth, manhood, and age are linked in\\none connecting chain of mutual affection. Surrounded by", "height": "4304", "width": "2816", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0168.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "THE TEMPERANCE HOME. 137\\ndutious and affectionate children, whose reverential care supplies\\nevery want and wish, of the aged patriarch, and his half cen-\\ntury companion, they are waiting patiently till their change\\ncome. They have set a bright example of good works, through\\na long life of truth and soberness.\\nTheir work has well been done,\\nTheir race is nearly run.\\nTheir only surviving son, once a wild sailor youth (and some-\\nthing more) returned to his home took the pledge, and after\\none year s probation, a wife. He is proud of his position as a\\ngreat temperance advocate abroad, and total abstinence at home.\\nThe neatness, order, harmony and prosperity that surrounds him\\nare the fruits of his perseverance in well doing his wife ah,\\nher price is far above rubies She opens her mouth with wis-\\ndom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness her children\\nrise up and call her blessed, her husband also, he praiseth her\\nSixteen years have they been man and wife, and years as\\nhappy for them as the most complete uprightness, and sobriety\\non his part, and the most perfect confidence, and loving submis-\\nsion on hers could make them. Those cherry-cheeked urchins\\nare one and all bright, intelligent, industrious, well-mannered\\nchildren just such as one might expect to find in a well\\nordered home, and as had the happiness to be taught by a\\ncousin Mabel. Yes, she is the childrens, good fairy Cousin\\nMabel is always doing something for their pleasure and profit\\nshe sympathizes in all their little joys and sorrows and is their\\nrefuge in times of trouble. She not only dresses the girls dolls,\\nand cuts paper figures for them, covers balls for the boys, and\\ndecorates their kites, but she takes part in their play out of\\ndoors. She is a dear good cousin Mabel, she is and tells them\\nsuch stories, not only in prose but poetry too and above all", "height": "4340", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0169.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "138 THE TEMPERANCE HOME.\\nthere is one one beautiful ballad that they never weary of hear-\\ning, it is called Mabel s song, and have we ever heard it,\\nNo then they will ask her presently, but now, will we look at.\\nCHAPTER VIII\\nCOUSIN MABEL.\\n0, yes to please the children we will look. That young\\ngirl there is Mabel, raven-haired Mabel with eyes darker\\nthan the ash-buds, with the clear olive complexion the broad\\nintellectual forehead the sculptured cheek and classic mouth.\\nMabel, with the still grace of a statue or the perfect form, and\\npensive face, and with such exquisite simplicity of attire, as well\\nas demeanor, that one might deem the freshness and beauty of\\nthe early time had returned. Though there is, as one can see,\\nnothing rustic about cousin Mabel on the contrary, she has\\nthat indescribable air of elegance and ease, which is the result\\nof early intercourse with the most refined society. She is young\\ntoo, not more than seventeen and, there is an expression not\\nwholly sad, but touchingly subdued, on her clear calm face, as\\nfor some remembered sorrow, some former trial, passed away.\\nWe hope cousin Mabel is happy, as she ought to be, in her\\nTemperance Home.\\nWe have made neither mystery nor romance of our simple\\ntheme, and have availed ourselves of none of the attractions\\nof fiction, to embellish our picture for it has been our inten-\\ntion more to point a moral than adorn a tale and while we\\nwould fain linger forever, were it possible, in a scene that has", "height": "4304", "width": "2820", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0170.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "THE TEMPERANCE HOME. 139\\nawakened our highest sense of pure and rational enjoyment,\\nit is only left us to add our entreaties to these little coaxers that\\ncousin Mabel will, as a parting favor, gratify us by a recital of\\nthat One beautiful Ballad.\\nSffiABHILi S BAILILABo\\nA short and simple tale, dear friends, yet I will tell it you\\nA simple tale of household love, and household sorrow too.\\nI dwelt in a fine mansion once, a noble one to see,\\nWith parents and three brothers dear, a happy group were we.\\nMy father was a stern, proud man, not always stern to me\\nFor oft he strok d my silken curls, and held me on his knee.\\nMy mother, she was very fair, like an Angel, sweet and mild,\\nO, God! with what deep tenderness, her blue eye on me smil d.\\nMy brothers three, were goodly youths, with spirits bold and free\\nThey loved me well, but most I loved, the youngest, twin with me.\\nOur house was filled with company, a gay and jovial throng,\\nThe dice was thrown and the wine ah, me at the revel loud and\\nlong:\\nMy mother s gentle heart was wrung, 1 know it grieved her sore,\\nBut she might not check her husband s guests, and therefore she for-\\nbore\\nBut soon a time of trouble came dark grew my father s eye,\\nNow the cup was ever at his lips to drown his misery\\nStill swifter did misfortune come the brother twin with me\\nDid pine away from day to day until we saw him die.\\nAnd then it was, I first observed my mother s hollow cheek,\\nHer sunken eye, and wasted form, and her pleasant voice grew weak\\nOne early morn I stole alone up to her quiet bed,\\nAs I kissed her icy lip and brow I knew that she was dead", "height": "4356", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0171.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "140 THE TEMPERANCE HOME.\\nThen loud was the outbreaking of my father s sudden grief,\\nBut he quenched it in the cursed drink and it made his sorrow brie\u00c2\u00a3\\nThrough this, my brothers turned out wild, and mid the profligate\\nThey crept into all evil ways I know not now their fate\\nHouses, and lands, and friends, were gone, and very poor were we,\\nAnd father went from bad to worse, still drinking desperately\\nIt was a miserable time, of pain, and want, and woe\\nAnd how the hopeless hours went on, I do not care to show\\nMay God forgive me that I wept not when my father died\\nA sudden death they brought him home one stormy eventide.\\nMy heart was heavy as a stone, as all night long I sate,\\nAnd thought what awful household vice had made me desolate.\\nBut God gave mercy in my need my kindred heard of me,\\nAnd bade me come and dwell with them, if I content would be.\\nAnd I am comforted though long the daughter of despair\\nAmid these loving friends my grief pass d like a dream of care.\\nEven from these little ones I do such daily lessons learn,\\nAs might have saved my father s house, ah! how my heart doth\\nyearn\\nGod s blessing and His holy peace, be on this house and hearth,\\nFor we have ta en a solemn pledge, the mightiest on earth,\\nNever to handle, touch, or taste, or put to human lips,\\nThe cup that works such woe, as doth all other woes eclipse\\nThrice blessing, and thrice blest are we, whatever ills may come,\\nThe heavy curse of Drunkenness haunts not the Temperance Home.", "height": "4304", "width": "2804", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0172.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "THE SPARKLING BOWL.\\nBY REV. J. PIERPONT.\\nThou sparkling Bowl thou sparkling bowl\\nThough lips of bards thy brim may press\\nAnd eyes of beauty o er thee roll,\\nAnd song and dance thy power confess,\\nI will not touch Thee for there clings\\nA Scorpion to thy side, that stings 1\\nThou Crystal glass Like Eden s Tree,\\nThy melted ruby tempts the eye,\\nAnd, as from that, there comes from thee,\\nThe Voice, Thou shalt not surely die,\\nI dare not lift thy liquid gem,\\nA snake is twisted round thy stem\\nThou liquid fire like that which glowed\\nOn Merita s surf beaten shore,\\nThou st been upon my guests bestowed,\\nBut thou shalt warm my house no more\\nFor, wheresoe er thy radiance falls,\\nForth from thy hea a viper crawls.", "height": "4264", "width": "2644", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0173.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "142 THE SPARKLING BOWL.\\nWhat Thou of gold the goblet be,\\nEmbossed with branches of the vine,\\nBeneath whose burnished leaves we see\\nSuch clusters as poured out the wine,\\nAmong those leaves an adder hangs\\nI fear him for I ve felt his fangs.\\nThe Hebrew, who the desert trod,\\nAnd felt the fiery serpent s bite,\\nLooked up to that ordained of God,\\nAnd found that life was in the sight\\nSo. The worm bitten s fiery veins\\nCool, when he drinks what God ordains.\\nYe gracious clouds Ye deep cold wells\\nYe gems, from mossy rocks that drip\\nSprings, that from Earth s mysterious cells\\nGush o er your granite basin s lip.,\\nTo you I look; Your largess give,\\nAnd I will drink of you, and live.", "height": "4304", "width": "2804", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0174.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\nBY REV. J. TOWNLEY CRANE, M. A.\\nOn the Euphrates, about four hundred miles from the Persian\\nGulf, a singular scene is spread before the wondering eye of the\\ntraveler. The majestic river winds through an extended plain.\\nIn some places, its banks are fringed with groves of the palm\\nand the tamarisk, and thickets of the oleander, and in others by\\nextensive marshes, where the bittern utters its mournful note,\\nand the heron builds her nest among the thick reeds. As the\\nvoyager advances against the sluggish stream, he observes upon\\nthe left, or western shore, an object which at once arrests his\\nattention. In the midst of a barren plain, an uncultivated\\nwaste, rises an immense mound. Its circumference is nearly\\nhalf a mile and its height, at the point of greatest elevation,\\nis about two hundred feet. On its top stands a pile of masonry,\\napparently the ruins of some lofty edifice. The traveler com-\\nmands his Arab boatmen to bring the vessel to the shore.\\nThough they obey, yet they are evidently reluctant for, from\\ntime immemorial, superstition has pointed to this spot as the\\nhaunt of evil spirits, and the wandering Arabs fear to pitch", "height": "4292", "width": "2656", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0175.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "144 THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\ntheir tents there, or to linger within its borders, especially after\\nnightfall. As the traveler begins to ascend, with much labor,\\nthe hill before him, he finds the whole to be a massive ruin,\\ndeeply channeled by the storms of centuries, and strewn with\\nfragments of brick, sandstone and marble. Here and there, the\\nstrata of well laid walls appear, and all around are pieces of\\nbroken pottery, and other indications that this lonely heap was\\nonce swarming with human life. The summit of the mound is\\ncovered with fragments of shattered walls, tumbled in immense\\nheaps, and fused together as if they had felt the power of some\\nfearful conflagration. On the side farthest from the river, the\\nsolid pile of brick work rises above the surrounding ruin, as the\\nsentinel of desolation and its broken jagged top shows that it\\nis only the remains of a loftier structure. The fine bricks of\\nwhich it is composed are covered with characters which no learn-\\ning is able to decipher, and which hold in eternal silence, the\\nstory of those whose hands traced their ever during lines.\\nFrom this momento of human labor, the traveler casts his eyes\\nsouth and west, and beholds a wide plain, whose solitude is\\nbroken only by a chance cluster of the black tents of the wand-\\nering sons of Ishmael. But to the north and east mounds rise,\\nand uneven ridges stretch along the plain, heaped here and\\nthere with piles of bricks, as if remains of fallen buildings.\\nHere, then, if history tells a sure tale, or if tradition be in\\nany wise worthy of regard, stood, three thousand years ago, the\\nmighty city of Babylon. These mounds are the vestiges of her\\nfallen grandeur, her palaces and her temples, and these length-\\nened heaps mark the course of her broad avenues. A nation s\\ndust is under our feet. What utter desolation reigns, where more\\nthan a million of human beings once had their home. Miles in\\nlength, and miles in breadth, the ruins lie beneath the eye of\\nthe thoughtful observer, as he views the scene from the top of", "height": "4372", "width": "2816", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0176.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR. 145\\nBirs Nimrod, as the roving Arabs call the mound first described.\\nBut another mound, at the distance of six or seven miles to the\\nnorth, across the Euphrates, is the most striking object in sight.\\nThis, too, is a massy ruin. The fallen walls are in some places\\ncomposed of burned brick, and in others, of bricks dried in the\\nsun, having a layer of straw or reeds, cemented with bitumen,\\nbetween the courses. In one part of the summit are. the ruins\\nof a tower. The declivities of the mound are furrowed deeply\\nby the rains; and the water, sinking down among the fallen\\nwalls, has washed out cavernous depths, in which poisonous ser-\\npents lurk, and beasts of prey make their dens and where owls\\nand bats hide themselves from the sun. The scattered bones of\\nanimals lie among fragments of alabaster vessels, and fine earth-\\nenware and the hyena iias his den, and utters his startling wail\\nin the chambers of royalty. This mound, with its wall, and\\ntower, and solitary tamarisk, is named by the wanderers of the\\ndesert Mujelibe, or the Place of Captivity. It may have\\nbeen a palace erected for their lords, by the captive bands of\\nJudah, when by the rivers of Babylon they sat down and wept\\nwhen they remembered Sion. Here was once disinterred a\\ncoffin of wood, containing human bones and here, too, curious\\nexplorers from a distant land uncovered a colossal lion of stone,\\nwhich once perchance, stood in the halls of Semiramis.\\nBut let us roll back the wheels of Time, through twenty-five\\ncenturies, and view the city in its original grandeur. Babylon\\nthe Great, the Golden City, the Lady of Kingdoms,\\nthe Beauty of the Chaldees excellency, was built upon both\\nsides of the Euphrates, and surrounded by a wall two hundred\\ncubits high, and so thick that it might have furnished a course\\nfor the chariot races, were it not that towers, at intervals along\\nits broad top, broke the level, while they imparted additional\\ngrandeur to the massy structure. The city was twelve miles\\n10", "height": "4284", "width": "2644", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0177.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "146 THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\nsquare, and the wall upon each of the sides was pierced by\\ntwenty-five portals, the ponderous gates of which were of solid\\nbrass. The western half of the city boasted the temple of Belus,\\nwhose fame has reached all ears. This wonderful structure was\\na furlong in length, and lifted itself to the enormous height of\\nfour hundred cubits. From various circumstances, antiquarians\\nhave inferred that it was built upon the foundation of the great\\ntower, wherewith the sons of men, in the plains of Shinar,\\nthought to set a second deluge at defiance. The tower of Belus\\nwas constructed of bricks, cemented with bitumen and so\\ndurable have the materials proved, that the bricks, marked with\\ninscriptions in the ancient Semitic tongue, may be seen in vast\\nquantities to this day and even the reeds and palm leaves laid\\nbetween the courses, are as fresh as if the storms of a few years,\\ninstead of those of twenty-five centuries, had fallen upon them.\\nInstead of flights of steps, the dizzy height was ascended by\\na sloping terrace, winding round the outside, up and down,\\nwhich beasts of burden, and even chariots, could pass. Upon\\nthe summit there was a magnificent shrine, or chapel, in which\\nwas a couch gorgeously adorned with gold and gems and be-\\nfore this couch stood a golden table. The Chaldean priests\\ntaught the people that at night their God descended and reposed\\nupon this couch. In another part of the temple was a golden\\nstatue, twelve cubits high, and of immense value. Before the\\ndoor of the sacred apartment two altars were placed, upon which\\nvictims innumerable bled, and whence clouds of incense ascend-\\ned. The incense burned at one festival was valued at a thou-\\nsand talents. In this temple was the treasure house of Bel,\\nfilled with the plundered wealth of the many cities which had\\nbeen sacked by the conquering Nebuchadnezzar. Among these\\nheaps of treasure, were the golden and silver vessels which had\\nbeen taken from the temple of Jehovah at Jerusalem, when the", "height": "4376", "width": "2816", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0178.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR. 147\\nwarlike prince laid waste the Holy City and carried her children\\ncaptive.\\nThe banks of the Euphrates were connected by a bridge, and\\na tunnel and at each end of the bridge there was a royal palace.\\nThe New Palace, on the eastern or Kasdim side of the river,\\nwas a most magnificent structure. The wall which encompass-\\ned it was eight miles in circuit, and its lofty gates were glori-\\nousty adorned. Here were the royal banqueting halls, with\\ntheir hangings of the famed Babylonian purple, their tables of\\nembossed silver, and their pavements of the marble of Mosul.\\nNothing could be more imposing than a festal scene in these\\nample apartments. Hundreds of Chaldean nobles, in costly\\nand picturesque array, glittering with gems and embroidery, sat\\ndown to the feast. A crowd of slaves, every feature of whose\\nsorrow stricken countenances told of the lineage of Abraham,\\nwere gliding to and fro, bearing sumptous viands, and goblets of\\nwine, which they presented, as they knelt before their haughty\\nlords. A thousand perfumed lamps glittered among the rows of\\nstately columns and shed their radiance upon the gay throng.\\nThe air was laden with the odor of flowers, and strains of mel-\\nody, from unseen bands of musicians, floated through the cham-\\nbers of mirth. Around the walls stood sculptured elephants\\nand lions, of colossal size, intermingled with huge, mishappen\\nimages of Nebo, Nisroch, Derceto and Anammeleck, made of\\nevery variety of material.\\nNear the hall of banquets, and connected with it by flights of\\nmarble steps, were the renowned hanging gardens. Terrace\\nrose above terrace, till they surpassed in height the walls of the\\ncity. This Pensile Paradise, as the Jewish historian styles\\nit, was erected by king Nebuchadnezzar, to gratify his queen\\nAmytis, who wearied of the unbroken plain of Babylonia, and\\npined to behold the green hills of her native Media. The arch", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0179.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "148 THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\nbeing unknown, immense piers were erected, and joined at their\\nsummits, with broat flat stones. These again were covered with\\nlayers of bricks, cemented with bitumen. And upon the ter-\\nraces thus formed, earth was spread deep enough to sustain not\\nonly the orange, the fig-tree and the vine, but even the beauti-\\nful tamarisk, and the tall and graceful palm. Upon these dizzy\\nheights, the queen could walk forth and breath the balmy air of\\nthe summer evening, and muse over the lovely scene, as the\\nmoon, the goddess to whom she idolatrously bowed, was pouring\\na flood of pearly light upon the lofty towers and proud palaces\\nof Babylon, and turning the broad Euphrates into a stream of\\nmolten silver. The solitary tamarisk, which still stands upon\\none of the heaps of ruins, is fancied by the Arabs to be one of\\nthe trees which flourished in the gardens of Amytis and that it\\nwas miraculously preserved that the brave Ali might tie his\\nwar-horse to it, after the battle of Hillah. The mass of ruins\\nwhich it crowns is called by them El-Kasr, or The Palace.\\nThe interest with which we survey these heaps of ruins is\\nheightened by the tangled mass of fact and fable of which their\\nhistory is woven. No name in ancient story falls upon the ear\\nwith a more familiar sound than that of Semiramis, the warlike\\nQueen of Chaldea but when did she sway the sceptre The\\nlearned labor and dispute over their conflicting dates, and wan-\\nder doubtingly over a misty interval of fifteen centuries. Tra-\\nditionary fables tell us that she was the daughter of the goddess\\nDerceto and being abandoned by her mother in her infancy,\\nshe was adopted and nourished by a flock of doves. She be-\\ncame the wife of Ninus, the king of Assyria, and when he\\ndied, or, as some say, was murdered by her command, she seiz-\\ned the sceptre with a resolute hand. She built the city of\\nBabylon, the magnificence of which almost transcends belief.\\nThen, putting herself at the head of her army, she marched", "height": "4380", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0180.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZA.R. 149\\nin triumph through the nations, and added Ethiopia and Lybia\\nto her dominions. She then planned the conquest of India,\\nthe land of gold but suffering a terrible defeat by the royal\\nStabrobates, she returned home, and being assassinated by her\\nson, she was translated from earth, as it was asserted, in the\\nform of a dove, and was seen no more. From this time, the\\nChaldean annals are filled with the names of sovereigns, whose\\nunited reigns are made to extend through twelve centuries, but\\nwhose whole line may be but a fable. The reliable history\\nof the empire resumes with the names of Nabopolassar and\\nNebuchadnezzar, the latter of whom ascended the throne in\\nthe year 604 B. C. He reigned long and gloriously. He drove\\nout the Syrians who had invaded his dominions. He captured\\nNineveh, the haughty rival of Babylon, and laid its glories low.\\nHe invaded Eg} r pt, humbled its monarch in the dust, and re-\\nduced to his sway all the region between the Euphrates and\\nthe Nile. He then turned towards Judea, defeated its armies,\\nentered Jerusalem in triumph, and returned home laden with\\nthe spoils of the Hoty Temple, and leading the Jewish king\\ncaptive. He now resolved to beautify and adorn his capital.\\nPalaces and towers rose beneath his hand, and with every addi-\\ntion to the splendor of the mighty city, the monarch s heart\\nswelled with new pride, till he could say, as he trod the lofty\\nwalls and looked abroad upon the work of his hands, Is not\\nthis great Babylon, that I have built for the house of the king-\\ndom, by the might of my power, and for the honor of my ma-\\njesty\\nBut the proud monarch fell before one mightier than he, even\\nthe King of Terrors and the- saying went forth among his peo-\\nple that he, like Semiramis, had been conveyed away from\\nearth, in a supernatural manner. His son, Evil-Merodach,\\nascended the throne, but soon perished by the dagger of the", "height": "4304", "width": "2576", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0181.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "150 THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\nassassin. To him succeeded Belshazzar, who found himself\\nthe undisputed lord of an empire in the meridian of its splen-\\ndor. He might have reigned with honor, and left a name hal-\\nlowed in the memories of a grateful nation. But, alas he was\\nan unworthy successor of the great Nebuchadnezzar. He loved\\nwine. So intent was he on his degrading joys, that he even\\nsurrendered the reigns of government to his mother, Nitocris,\\nthat no serious occupation might disturb his dreams of indo-\\nlence, or his pursuit of sensual pleasures. The wealth of king-\\ndoms was lavished on splendid pageants, and luxurious enter-\\ntainments. The nobles of the empire crowded to the capital,\\nnot to consult concerning the common weal, but to revel in the\\nhalls of Semiramis. The ill-starred Belshazzar plunged deep,\\nand deeper still, into the degrading joys of wine and effemi-\\nnacy, till his limbs tottered beneath his weight, while his in-\\nflamed countenance and bloodshot eye, spoke the monarch of\\nChaldea the slave of his passions and appetites. The courtiers\\nwere not slow in imitating their prince. Wine-bibbing and\\nrevelry reigned in the great city, The Glory of Kingdoms.\\nA historian, worthy of credit, assures us that Every class of\\nsociety was addicted to habitual intoxication. It corrupted the\\ncourt it turned the halls of justice into scenes of mockery and\\noppression it added to the rank licentiousness which marked\\nthe vile worship of the vile gods and even in the camp, where\\ndiscipline and rigor should be found, it stole away the skill of\\nthe general and the strength of the soldier.\\nBut while the Mighty Prince of Bel and his wine-loving\\ncourties were drowning their manhood in the cup of the drunk-\\nard, a new power was rapidly rising in the East. The Medes\\nand the Persians Avere beginning to gather might. The soldiers\\nof Iran and Azerbijan, led on by the great Cyrus, were sweep-\\ning all before them. At the sound of their rushing horsemen,", "height": "4304", "width": "2704", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0182.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR. 151\\ntheir chariots of war, and the stately march of the solid masses\\nof their steel-clad infantry, nations were dismayed, and kings\\nthrew their crowns in the dust, and humbly sued for peace.\\nThis army was not composed of the effeminate children of\\nluxury, but of the hardy sons of toil, fresh from the mountains\\nof the north. Like a strong-winged eagle from their native\\nhills, they swept down upon the prey. Their general, too,\\nhad gained strength of arm in his youthful conflicts with the\\npanther and the lion and he was taught wisdom and temper-\\nance by the workings of his own powerful intellect. A little\\nincident of his boyhood, as related by Xenophon, will illustrate\\nthe character of this noble son of Iran.\\nWhen he was about the age of twelve years, he with Man-\\ndane his mother, was summoned to the court of Astyages, his\\ngrandfather, a prince of Media. 0 Sire, said the youthful\\nCyrus, one clay, as they were seated at the banquet, command\\nthis Sacian cup-bearer to give me the goblet, that I may show\\nhow well I can serve you. The king, amused at the request,\\nassented, and the cup was placed in his hand. Cyrus, having\\nreceived it, assumed a grave countenance, and very gracefully\\nhanded it to his grandfather, and then, laughing, threw himself\\ninto his arms, exclaiming, 0, Sacian, thou art undone, and I\\nshall have thy office For I gave the cup in better style than\\nthou besides, I did not drink the wine It appears to have\\nbeen a common custom for the butlers of kings, when they pre-\\nsented the cup to their masters, to pour out a little of the con-\\ntents into their left hand, and drink it, to show that no treachery\\nhad infused poison into the cup, in hope of destroying a tyrant\\nor a rival. Astyages, remarking Cyrus omission of this cere-\\nmony, inquired the reason Wherefore, Cyrus, didst thou\\nnot taste the wine? Because, by Leus, replied the boy,\\nI was afraid that there was poison mingled with the wine.", "height": "4304", "width": "2568", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0183.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "152 THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\nWhen thou didst feast thy friends upon thy birth-day, I saw\\nplainly, Sire, that this wicked Sacian was poisoning- you.\\nChild, asked the king, how didst thou know this 1 By\\nthe effects, answered Cyrus, I saw you tottering in body and\\nin mind. What you had forbidden us children to do, those very\\nthings you did yourselves. You all clamored at the same time,\\neach knowing nothing of what the others were saying. And\\nthen you sang, in a most ridiculous manner. Nobody listent d\\nbut each swore that he sang better than all the rest. Then,\\nboasting of your skill, you all rose up to dance but you were\\nnot only unable to dance according to the measure, but even\\nto keep yourselves from falling. And you and your servants,\\nalike, wholly forgot that 3^ou were a king.\\nBut Cyrus was now a man, his acute mind trained to thought,\\nand his vigorous body inured to toil. And this was the general,\\nwho, in carrying on his schemes of conquest, led his veterans\\nagainst the voluptuous Belshazzar, and his effeminate troops.\\nThey met in the open field; and, the result was such as all\\nmust rationally have anticipated. The Chaldean army defeat-\\ned again and again, was melting away before the lance of the\\nMede, and the scimetar of Persia, like snow-drifts beneath the\\nsunbeams. The wine-loving Belshazzar, seeing nothing before\\nhim but continued defeat and ultimate ruin, in this warfare,\\ngave up the plains to the spoiler, and took refuge within the\\nmighty walls of his capital, The Golden City.\\nCyrus pressed on, with his powerful army, to the gates of\\nBabylon, and showed his determination to lay her pride and\\nsplendor low. He stormed the brazen gates with his engines.\\nHe cut down the palm trees of the plain, and reared lofty\\ntowers, to over-top the walls and tried all the modes of assault\\nknown to ancient warfare. But all was in vain. The massive\\ngates were unbroken, and the walls still towered in their solid", "height": "4372", "width": "2708", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0184.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR. 153\\nstrength. The citizens of the Pride of the Kingdoms, could\\ntake their walks of pleasure upon their proud battlements, and\\nscan, with curious eye, but careless heart, the camp of their\\nfoes spreading far and wide, and covering the earth like a cloud.\\nFrom then inaccessible heights, they shouted defiance, as they\\nsaw the masses of infantry, clad in burnished armor, and drawn\\nout in long array or, as their eyes were dazzled by the brilliant\\nlines of the cavalry of Media.\\nThey felt secure. Why should they fear They had a\\nnumerous garrison. Provisions for twenty years were stored up\\nin the granaries of the city and the space enclosed by the\\nwalls was so vast, that a considerable portion could be cultiva-\\nted, should any emergency demand it. The extensive parks of\\nthe nobles could be made so productive, that no famine need be\\ndreaded, though the siege should last a generation. Belshazzar,\\nand his court, his army and his people, were so well satisfied\\nwith their defences that they seem to have banished all concern.\\nThey still pursued pleasure, and spent their days and nights in\\nrevelry. The songs of musicians and the lascivious perform-\\nances of the dancing girls, still graced their feasts, and wine\\nflowed as freely as ever. The army of the foe apparently labor-\\ned for naught. Month after month wore slowly away in the\\nprosecution of the seemingly hopeless task, until two years were\\ngone and proud Babylon still lifted its palaces and towers to\\nthe heavens, and stood unmoved upon her foundations.\\nBat a new mode of assault now suggests itself to the active\\nmind of the great Persian. While Nitocris swayed the sceptre,\\nshe had connected the two sides of the river, within the city by\\na bridge which spanned the rolling waters, and a tunnel lying\\nbeneath their bed. In order to construct these works, the\\nwaters of the Euphrates had been drawn from their channel\\ninto an excavation made above the city to receive them. When", "height": "4300", "width": "2588", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0185.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "154 THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\nthe tunnel was completed, the stream was turned back into its\\nformer place, and the artificial lake, after a time, became dry.\\nThe query presents itself to the mind of Cyrus Cannot the\\nEuphrates be diverted from its bed again If the waters were\\ngone, would not the passages beneath the walls afford an en-\\ntrance into the city 1 But the enterprise is fraught with danger.\\nThe banks of the river, within the city, are defended by strong\\nwalls and gates of brass, guarded by bodies of soldiery. If he\\nwere to enter the city thus, would he not be discovered while\\nmarching in the miry bed of the river? And would not dis-\\ncovery and consequent attack be defeat and utter ruin And\\nthen, again, are not the armies of Babylon mightier at the feast,\\nthan in the field Is not the Prince of Bel a lover of wine, a\\ndrunkard And is not the Feast of Bel at hand, when all\\nthe city runs mad with riot, and is drowned in wine\\nThe probabilities seem to favor the project. At all events,\\nthe daring Cyrus resolves to adopt it. He sends a detachment\\nof troops to the canal which leads into the lake, and gives them\\norders to break down the dam, at a given signal. Another\\nstrong detachment is stationed where -the river flows beneath\\nthe wall into the city, and a third where it emerges again and\\neach general of division has orders to enter the city as soon as\\nthe failing stream becomes fordable. Night, the night of mirth,\\nfeasting and revelry, drew on. As the last rays of the setting\\nsun faded from the summit of the Temple of Belus, lights innu-\\nmerable flashed out from palace and festive hall and the whole\\ncity was astir with the noisy carnival of heathenism, and the\\nunclean rites of Nergal, Bel, and the Tents of the Daugh-\\nters. Careless multitudes were thronging the broad avenues,\\non their way to the banquet, the shrines of the gods, or the\\nhaunts of dissipation. The merry sound of the tabret, and the", "height": "4348", "width": "2704", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0186.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR. 155\\nsofter notes of the dulcimer, were heard on every side, mingled\\nwith mirthful converse, or thoughtless laughter.\\nThus was the mighty city filled with feasting and drunken-\\nness. But the foe was steadily moving on, in his unseen way.\\nThe embankment was broken down and the rushing stream\\nturned in the new channel, leaving the old one empty, in\\nwhich the fish, left by the ebbing waters, lay gasping among\\nthe sands. The two divisions marched down into the bed of\\nthe river, and entered the city. As they had hoped, they found\\nthe gates leading to the water, deserted and open, their ap-\\npointed guards being more intent upon the wine-cup, and the\\nmysteries of Succoth-benoth, than watching against the enemy.\\nThus the army of Cyrus found entrance into the city in the\\nsiege of which, for two years, they had spent their strength for\\nnaught.\\nBut where was the Mighty Prince of Bel, at this moment\\nof his ruined fortunes The inspired record testifies Bel-\\nshazzar the king made a great feast to a thousand of his lords,\\nand drank wine before the thousand. The nobles assembled\\nto drink wine, with their wine-loving prince. Let us endeavor\\nto figure to ourselves the scene. Let conjectured probability\\nsupply the omitted non-essentials of histoiy. We may suppose,\\nthen, that one of the halls of the new palace, on the eastern\\nbank of the Euphrates, was the place of the royal banquet.\\nHere, high on a throne of royal state, sat the king in the\\nmidst of dazzling splendor. Far away stretched the rows of\\nporphyry columns, till the sight was lost in the blaze of innu-\\nmerable lamps, burning fragrant oil, and shedding a light as of\\nnoon day. A thousand lords throng to meet their master at an\\nemployment more congenial to them, than the cares of govern-\\nment, or the toils and dangers of the camp. A thousand lords\\nreclined upon couches of Babylonian purple, before tables of", "height": "4300", "width": "2572", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0187.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "156 THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\ngold and silver, and drank wine from goblets sparkling with\\ngems. The fragrant breath of flowers saluted the sense and\\nthe soft and silvery notes of music floated round them. Beauty\\ntoo, added its witching spell. The many wives and concubines\\nof the monarch, chosen from the congregated loveliness of\\nmany lands, were there. And ranged around the walls, each\\nupon his lofty pedestal, stood the images of Nebo, and Tartak,\\nand the unnumbered gods of the Chaldeans. Some like Anam-\\nmeleck, were combinations of humanity and the brute, the body\\nof a man with the head of an ape. Some were in the form of\\nbirds of various kinds. And others still were men or women\\nwith many arms, like the idols of the East, at the present day.\\nThe materials, too, were various from the golden image with\\neyes of diamonds, to the brazen, the stone, and those of cu-\\nriously inlaid wood. Thus Belshazzar drank his wine and the\\nsong of mirth, and the sounds of revelry rose around him on\\nevery side, and rolled through the lofty hall. Belshazzar drank,\\nand each goblet raised him to a loftier pitch of arrogance and\\npride. His fawning courtiers vied with each other in paying\\nfulsome compliment; and the smiling king receives the honeyed\\nwords with willing ear.\\nA musician draws near the foot of the throne, and tunes his\\ninstrument in praise of the intoxicated monarch. Mighty\\nPrince of Bel, live for ever. Thou rulest from the rising of the\\nsun to the place where he plunges into the waves of the Great\\nSea. Thou swayest thy sceptre among the snow-clad moun-\\ntains of the North and the foamy billows of the southern\\nocean, rolling over slumbering pearls, bow down and pay thee\\nhomage. The red lightnings obey thee and the mighty thun-\\nder is but the voice of thy power. The robbers of Elam, and\\nthe spoilers of Persia, come up against thee but thou shalt\\nsmite them. Thou shalt crush them, as the wild elephant tram-", "height": "4340", "width": "2692", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0188.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR. 157\\npies his foe. Thou shalt rend them, as the hungry lion of the\\ndesert rends his prey. Another musician takes up the simili-\\ntude, and prolongs the strain. The lion of the plain is now\\nstill in his cavern. He utters not his terrible roar. He shakes\\nnot his mane, nor bares his white fangs. The Persians sees not\\nthe tire-gleaming eyes, and he counts him as the fearful fawn of\\nCashmere, or as the timid antelope of Kerman. But the lion\\ncrouches that he may spring and soon will he dart upon his\\nfoes and scatter them, as the panther of Caucasus scatters the\\nflocks of the shepherd.\\nBy the altar of Belus, and yonder sacred statue, exclaims\\nthe excited monarch, the harper saith well, Let gold be given\\nhim. A slave presents the crafty musician with a purse filled\\nwith broad pieces. The harper prostrates himself and touches\\nthe marble pavement with his forehead while the hall rings\\nwith the shout, Hail, Belshazzar, live for ever, the Glory of\\nEarth, and the Brother of the Sun.\\nThe musician arose, placed the purse in a fold of his robe,\\nand again touched his strings.\\nOur Prince is the son of might. A strong lion was his sire.\\nHe trod the sands of Araby, and divided the spoil of Misraim.\\nHe lapped the waters of the Nile with his tongue. He uttered\\nhis roar in Palestina. He bounded over the mountains of\\nJudah, and bore the rich prey to his lair in the green reeds of\\nthe Euphrates.\\nBy the golden image of Bel, exclaimed the monarch,\\nhe speaks truth. Nebuchadnezzar spoiled the nations. He\\nlaid waste the cities of the West, even unto the sea. Here,\\nslave, Jew, take the harp, and make us sport. Sing us one of\\nthe songs of Zion.\\nThe captive cast himself down before his oppressor, and\\nmeekly answered Great King, how can we be mirthful, far", "height": "4288", "width": "2564", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0189.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "158 THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\naway from the sepulchres of our Fathers And how can we\\nsing- the Lord s song in a strange land 1\\nWhat cried the infuriated tyrant, wilt thou not obey\\nDarest thou refuse, when Belshazzar commands Guards, bear\\nhim to the prison. When we want for amusement, we will\\nsee him torn limb from limb by the panther of the mountain.\\nSlaves, bring hither the vessels of silver and gold, which the\\nhand of the great Nebuchadnezzar bore from the altar of the\\nJewish god, and placed among the offerings to Bel, the\\nRenowned.\\nAs the soldiers rudely laid hold upon the captive, and were\\ndragging him away, he spoke in tones low, but full of energy,\\ndaughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed happy shall\\nhe be, that rewardeth thee, as thou hast served us\\nIn a few moments, the vessels which had been solemnly dedi-\\ncated to the service of the Lord of Hosts, were brought into the\\nbanqueting hall. Slaves fill them with the red wine of Chal-\\ndea, and place them before the band* of revelers. The king\\narose, holding a sacred cup in his hand, and looked around upon\\nthe sculptured gods, whose varied forms were on every side.\\nHail to thee, Mighty Belus, son of power. Hail to thee,\\nTartak, who rulest the stars. Hail, Ashtaroth, who lav est thy\\nbeauteous form in the silver stream of Euphrates. Hail, ye\\ngods of Chaldee of the empire that hath no end. Ye are\\nmightier than the god of Judah, and to you we now devote the\\nspoils of his fallen temple, and deserted shrine. Thus we defy\\nhis vengeance.\\nBelshazzar, with the unsteady hand of intoxication, raised the\\ncup to his mouth but as it touched his lips, a death-like pallor\\nspread suddenly over his countenance the cup fell from his\\ngrasp, and the wine flowed unheeded over the purple robes of\\nroyalty. He sunk powerless upon his seat, with his wide staring", "height": "4344", "width": "2692", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0190.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR. 159\\neyes fixed upon the opposite wall of the banqueting apartment.\\nThere, a shadowy hand is seen writing words of mystery. And\\nnow the shadowy hand, holding the pen, fades and is gone;\\nbut there, with the blaze of many lamps falling bright upon\\nthem, are the characters which it traced, Mene, mene, tekel,\\nupharsin. Mysterious words, Numeration, Weighing, Divi-\\nsion. Each is familiar to the ear of king and courtier. Each\\nis heard in the council chamber, at the feast, and even in\\nthe sports of children. The ordinary acceptation every body\\nknows but what mean they here, traced, in letters of fire, by\\nno mortal hand] It is the fiat of Deity, the decree of Omnipo-\\ntence and what does it speak 1 Do they foreshadow good, or\\nill] And to whom are they the outbeamings of destiny, the\\nPersian or the Chaldean, the mighty city or the mighty army\\naround its walls?\\nThe guilty soul of the wine-loving Belshazzar assured him\\nthat the writing could bode no good to him, or his kingdom.\\nPerchance he calls to mind a scene which once transpired in the\\nplain of Dura. He seems to behold the colossal image, and the\\nmultitudes prostrating themselves before it, at the sound of the\\nsackbut and dulcimer. He remembers the faithfulness of the\\nthree Hebrews the fiery furnace into which they were cast, in\\nwhose intense flames they walked unhurt, while one stood with\\nthem there in God-like form and glorious apparel. He remem-\\nbers the royal decree which sped through the provinces, com-\\nmanding the nations which owned the power of the great king,\\nno more to speak against the God of Judah, lest the blas-\\nphemers be slain, and their dwellings be made heaps. Well\\nmight the monarch be overwhelmed with terror. He had in-\\nsulted a God, before whom the great conqueror had bowed with\\nreverence. He had wantonly polluted the sacred vessels of\\nZion, and thus defied the God of Israel. The royal drunkard", "height": "4280", "width": "2556", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0191.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "160 THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\nwas now sobered by his alarm and a deep dread of he knew\\nnot what, filled his sou}. His countenance was changed, and\\nhis thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his loins were\\nloosed, and his knees smote one against another. He cried\\naloud for the soothsayers and the Magi, to decipher the words\\nand interpret their hidden meaning. The venerable priests,\\nwith snowy beards, and flowing vestments, are summoned in\\nhot haste. Silence, as of the dead, broods over the awe stricken\\nassembly, as they enter the place of the banquet. They ad-\\nvance, and gaze long and earnestly upon the fearful characters.\\nBut their boasted skill in supernatural things fails them utterly,\\nand they stand confounded and silent. The king s terror grows\\nwith each moment s delay. He commanded a robe of the\\nfamed purple, and a chain of gold, to be brought before him\\nand he seeks to cheer the astrologers by declaring that he who\\nshould solve the mystic vision, should be invested with these\\ninsignia, and be made, on the spot, the third ruler in the king-\\ndom. But the abashed magicians shrink from the task and own\\nthemselves vanquished. Then were the fears of the prince of\\nBel confirmed and his trembling lords stood in dumb con-\\nsternation, and in vain looked inquiringly into each other s pale\\ncountenances.\\nThe silence was broken by the entrance of the Queen-moth-\\ner, to whom a slave had fled with tidings of what had occurred\\nin the Hall of Banquets. She approached her royal son, and\\naddressed him thus\\n0, king, live forever. Let not thy thoughts trouble thee\\nnor let thy countenance be changed. There is a man in thy\\nkingdom, in whom is the spirit of the holy gods and in the\\ndays of thy father, light, and understanding, and wisdom, like\\nthe wisdom of the gods, were found in him. Him the king\\nNebuchadnezzar, thy father, made master of the magicians,", "height": "4376", "width": "2700", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0192.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR. 161\\nastrologers, Chaldeans and soothsayers. Now let Daniel be\\ncalled, and he will show the interpretation.\\nThe king gave command, and the officers of the Palace went\\nin haste to summon the wonderful man. As the aged prophet\\nof the Most High was led into the royal presence, every eye\\nwas fixed upon him. Nearly seventy years had passed since he\\nfirst stood before the throne of Nebuchadnezzar. Those seventy\\nwinters had left their snows upon his flowing beard, but had not\\nbowed down his venerable form, nor dimmed the fire of his\\nsearching eye.\\nAs he drew near, the king eagerly addressed him Art\\nthou that Daniel which art of the children of the captivity of\\nJudah I have heard of thee, that the spirit of the gods is in\\nthee. Thou canst make interpretations, and dissolve doubts.\\nNow, if thou canst read the writing, and make known to me\\nthe interpretation thereof, thou shalt be clothed with scarlet,\\nand have a chain of gold about thy neck, and shall be the third\\nruler in the kingdom.\\nThe prophet, unawed by the scene around him, looked\\ncalmly upon the words still blazing upon the wall, and then\\nturned toward the throne and replied\\nLet thy gifts be to thyself, and give thy rewards to another\\nyet I will read the writing unto the king, and make known\\nunto him the interpretation. thou king, the Most High God\\ngave Nebuchadnezzar thy father, a kingdom, and majesty, and\\nglory, and honor. All people, nations, and languages, trembled\\nbefore him. But when his heart was lifted up with pride, he\\nwas made to come down from his throne, and they took his\\nglory from him. But thou, his son, Belshazzar, hast not\\nhumbled thy heart, though thou knewest all this. Thou hast\\nlifted up thyself against the God of heaven. They have\\nbrought the vessels of his house before thee and thou and thy\\n11", "height": "4296", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0193.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "162 THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\nlords, thy wives and thy concubines, have drunk wine in them.\\nAnd thou hast praised the gods of silver and gold, of brass, iron,\\nwood and stone, which see not, nor hear, nor know. And the\\nGod in whose hand thy breath is, hast thou not glorified. Then\\nwas the part of the hand sent from Him, and this writing was\\nwritten. And this is the writing that was written Enumera-\\ntion Enumeration Weighing Division. And this is the\\ninterpretation. Enumeration God hath numbered thy king-\\ndom and finished it. Weighing thou art weighed in the bal-\\nances, and art found wanting. Division thy kingdom is divi-\\nded and given to the Medes and Persians.\\nThe prophet ceased he had fulfilled his mission. The\\nprince, whose doom had thus been pronounced, commanded,\\nwith a trembling voice, the rewards to be given. The attend-\\nants invest the passive Daniel with the robe of royalty, and\\nplace the golden badge of office about his neck and a herald\\nproclaimed him the third in authority in the empire of the Chal-\\ndees. No smile of proud joy lights up the countenance of\\nDaniel, as the insignia of power are placed upon him. Unre-\\nsistingly, and as one whose deep thoughts are elsewhere, he\\nsuffers them to be put on, and then turns, cind with a meek step,\\nleaves the banquet hall.\\nBut the music is silent the reveling has ceased, and cannot\\nbe resumed. The light of the perfumed lamps falls every\\nwhere upon anxious and awed faces. But the more reckless\\namong the lords fix their eyes upon the fearful characters, they\\nmark their fading brightness and a faint gleam of hope and\\nreturning confidence comes back to their hearts. Soon the fiery\\ntokens are gone. The lords begin to recover from their fears.\\nThey order the slaves to pour out more wine, and they call\\nupon the dancing women, and the players upon the cornet and\\nthe psaltery to go on. But the daughters of music look upon", "height": "4364", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0194.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR. 163\\nthe fallen countenance of the king and remain motionless and\\nsilent. Suddenly a new sound from without is heard. It is not\\nthe noise of revelry, nor the notes of mirth. Nearer and nearer\\nit comes, rolling- up the broad avenue, till at last it breaks upon\\nthe ear in sounds not to be mistaken. It is the roar of battle.\\nThe clash of arms mingles with the fierce shouts of the combat-\\nants. The groans of the dying, and the cries of the wounded,\\nas they roll upon the ground in their agony are heard. The\\ntrampling of rapid feet, and the wild shrieks of the unarmed\\nmultitude, flying from the foe swell the loud tumult. Soon the\\nring of armor, and the rushing tread of armed men, are heard\\nin the court. The guard stationed there, incapable of resistance\\nare butchered without mercy and in another moment, the very\\ngates of the palace trembled beneath the heavy blows of the\\nbattle-axe. And now they are burst through, and a crowd of\\nsoldiers, covered with blood, and mad with the terrible frenzy\\nof battle, pour into the festive hall. In the last energy of de-\\nspair, Belshazzar drew his sword, and a few of his thousand\\nlords rallied around their sovereign. But resistance was vain.\\nHis friends are cut down by his side, and as the ill-fated mon-\\narch stood among the writhing wounded and the gory slain, and\\nessayed to defend himself, his sword was dashed from his hand,\\nand the traitorous scimetar of Gobrias, once his friend, pierced\\nhis breast. He sunk down upon the bodies of the fallen, and\\nhis blood poured over the marble pavement, mingled with the\\nred wine which had brought sin and death upon him.\\nThen slumbered not\\nThy vengeance, Holy one. At that decree,\\nMorn came, and went, and came but where was he,\\nChaldea s haughty Monarch He was gone\\nWhere earthly princes are but earthly dust\\nAnd Babylon was fallen.", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0195.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "164 THE LAST REVEL OF BELSHAZZAR.\\nA few years more, and the Golden City had become a\\nmass of rains. And now the woe denounced by the Prophet,\\nwhen Babylon was in the height of its glory, is literally fulfilled.\\nIt shall never be inhabited neither shall the Arabian pitch\\ntent there neither shall the shepherds make their fold there.\\nBut wild beasts of the desert shall lie there and their houses\\nshall be full of doleful creatures and owls shall dwell there,\\nand satyrs shall dance there. I will also make it a possession\\nfor the bittern, and pools of water and I will sweep it with\\nthe besom of destruction, saith the Lord of Hosts.", "height": "4336", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0196.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "DR. FREDERICK A. FICKARDT, M. W. S.\\nFrederick A. Fickardt, is a native of Lancaster County,\\nPennsylvania. His family is German from a stock originally\\nFrench. His father was a medical graduate of one of the Ger-\\nman universities, and emigrated early in life to this country.\\nHis mother was the eldest daughter of a Southern clergyman\\nof talent and repute. At a proper age the subject of our sketch\\nentered upon the study of Medicine, and in due time graduated\\nat the Medical University of Pennsylvania. An arduous pur-\\nsuit of his profession in the flourishing town of Easton, of that\\nstate, proved eventually an overmatch for his constitution, and\\ninduced him to exchange that locality for the city of Philadelphia,\\nwhere he now resides. From his youth, Dr. Fickardt has been\\na firm and consistent advocate of Temperance. In 1828, he\\nactively engaged in the formation and support of the first\\nTemperance Society in Northern Pennsylvania, of which he\\nsubsequently became an efficient President. Since then he has\\nbeen associated with the reform in all its phases. On his arrival\\nat Philadelphia in 1845, he was elected Grand Worthy Patriarch\\nof the Grand Division of Sons of Temperance, of Penn.\\nIn 1846, at the third annual session of the National Division, he\\nwas elected Most Worthy Scribe of that body and in 1848, at\\nthe fifth annual session, was re-elected to the same honorable\\nand responsible position.", "height": "4296", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0197.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE\\nOF NORTH AMERICA,\\nAS A SCHOOL FOR POPULAR DEBATE AND ELOQUENCE.\\nBY FREDERICK A. FICKARDT, M. W. S.\\nOF THE NATIONAL DIVISION, SONS OF TEMPERANCE OF N. A.\\nIn attempting- a theme so singular as that indicated by the\\ntitle of this essay, I can have but little reason to be influenced\\nby any sense of personal ability but am induced to the work\\nby the strong tendencies of the Order of Sons of Temperance,\\nand the wonderful theatre for individual improvement in popular\\ndebate and eloquence which its numerous Subordinate, Grand,\\nand National Divisions present.\\nI am free to declare the facts of this proposition stand out\\nso definitely among the many indirect benefits of the Order,\\napart from its great primary principles, as to make them of much\\nimportance, and fairly to entitle them not only to the attentive\\nconsideration of every Son of Temperance, but of all other\\ningenuous young minds.\\nIn a republic like ours, where all matters of a moral, civil,\\nreligious or social nature are determined by verbal expression,", "height": "4356", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0198.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "n HE S OF T OF NORTH AM", "height": "4260", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0201.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4276", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0202.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE. 167\\nfor the most part oral the true value of right eloquence,\\nstrengthened by a familiar use of the rules of debate, cannot be\\neasily, over calculated. In view of these facts, after a not in-\\nconsiderable experience in the Order, I cannot forbear express-\\ning my own regrets that I had not, in my youth, similar reliable\\nopportunities of discipline and practice.\\nIt is therefore a conviction of my own loss, as well as the\\nprominent character of the Order as a gymnasium of the facul-\\nties preparatory to the great arena of the life and strife of intel-\\nlect in the world, that impels me to earnestly impress on Sons\\nof Temperance, and the young men of the country generally,\\nthe exceeding worth of the Order as an educational organization,\\nI speak it soberly, and not without serious reflection, when I\\nstate that in my judgment, no schools, or colleges no societies\\nfor debate, however rigid, nor any other association, will equally\\nadvance so many young men to the attainment of power in\\ndebate, or a manly and straight forward eloquence.\\nThis, to the uninitiated, may sound a sweeping and mag-\\nniloquent assertion. But if it were possible to submit a moiety\\nof the facts to my readers, their candor would fully bear me out\\nin my firm praise. To those who are members of the Order, I\\nmay at once appeal for support of my strongest expressions.\\nNor will I fear for the support of any, when we consider the\\noriginal principles and active character of the Order its various\\nregulations, laws, and discipline its many legal enactments and\\nits equally frequent Judicial decisions its excellent select and\\napproved Rules of Parliamentary order and debate the varie-\\nties of position in which Sons of Temperance are continually\\nplaced as members, and subordinate and presiding officers its\\nmany moving incidents, and its frequent occasions of persuasive,\\nspirited, explanatory and judicial discussions, habitually controll-\\ned by constitutional law and the great republican rule of the", "height": "4276", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0203.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "1C8 THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE.\\nmajority. This support moreover I fully challenge when I\\nstate the fact that more than jive thousand Divisions of the Order\\nmeet regularly every week, for the transaction of business, and\\nthe advancement of the general cause. Do any still doubt\\nThen I state that these Divisions embrace a membership of over\\na quarter of a million of intelligent and sober men.\\nBeside these there are thirty-five Grand Divisions of States,\\nTerritories or Provinces, holding important quarterly and annual\\nsessions, and a National Division, holding yearly Congresses of\\nRepresentatives from the grand divisions, in all of which the\\nhappiest opportunities are presented either for close debate, or\\na full and generous expression of sentiments. In addition to\\nall the out of doors speaking afforded by the Order is im-\\nmense as it is free. Now, will any one look at this vast and\\nrapidly extending moral intellectual school of ours and hesitate\\nto pronounce it magnificently grand\\nBut to lead you still farther into the mysteries of this People s\\nCollege, I proceed to state that the Order of Sons of Temper-\\nance is a charmed Brotherhood, erected in protection and advo-\\ncacy of that great virtue, Temperance, and based socially on\\nLove, Purity, and Fidelity, its generous motto.\\nIts spirit in general matters is uncompromisingly republican.\\nBefore it, ages and outward conditions are fraternised and equal.\\nWithin it, wealth has no influence, station no prestige, nor pro-\\nfession any privilege. Pretensions sink quiet at the entrance of\\nits rooms, and all with them are content under the salutary oper-\\nation of an honorable and undeviating level.\\nIn this, the Order is truly classic and noble, and fitly repre-\\nsents the dignity of human nature. Each individual is assured\\nof the just respect of his fellows, and all have a desirable care.\\nTo the young and modest aspirant for self-cultivation, the best,\\nbecause the most fruitful education of any, this excellent assu-", "height": "4348", "width": "2680", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0204.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE. 169\\nranee is matter of the first moment. Its effect is to give to all\\nsuch, courage to be themselves. In this I mean more than the\\nword expresses, I mean to be natural. Before a band of broth-\\ners who look indulgently and encouragingly on every true effort,\\nyoung speakers do not long hesitate to take the floor in support\\nor defence of the positions they may assume. A few trials, and\\nthe new debater, at first startled at the sound of his own voice,\\ngains his speaking legs, and feels that he has arms and a body,\\nas well as a head. The uncertainty of sight, the chaos of brain,\\nthe flutterings of his heart, and the debilitating doubt of capacity\\nare passed away, and the debutant has learned a useful and\\nbecoming mastery over the elementary incidents of debate and\\noration.\\nThus in a time, often surprizingly short, young speakers ob-\\ntain a footing on the rungs of the ladder that leads to the higher\\nexertions and rewards, of skilful debate and eloquence.\\nThey soon moreover gain collectedness, promptness, and that\\nenviable faculty of the right debater and orator, that conditio\\nsine qua non, with the American people, the power of think-\\ning whilst upon their feet, and speaking their thoughts firmly\\nwhilst looking in the eyes of their audience.\\nAccordingly, our young men reap great advantages, and go\\nout into the general field prepared to do themselves, and what-\\never cause they may espouse, full and honorable justice. Under\\nthe guidance of their principles they become a public benefit,\\nand at the same time are saved by their connection with the\\nOrder, from the destroying devil of our country, Intemperance.\\nIt is indeed gratifying to observe this elevating influence so\\nwidely and universally diffused. It is not that the Order of Sons\\nof Temperance is a school for the few but that it exalts the\\nmany, that makes it admirable. It is not that the Order, under\\nthe concurrence of favorable circumstances, developes then and", "height": "4292", "width": "2612", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0205.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "170 THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE.\\nthere, some peculiarly bright and shining- light in the divine art\\nbut that it effects henejicially the general membership.\\nI hold, and in the matter I reason as a lover of humanity and\\nmy country, that out of a quarter of a million of Sons of Tem-\\nperance thus self-taught, learning to marshal their opinions un-\\nder firm discipline, and extemporaneously, boldly and effectively\\nto pronounce them, the cause of right, of truth and human hap-\\npiness, will derive greatly more service, than from the few bril-\\nliant rhetorical Ciceros, Burkes and Sheridans whom the hot bed\\nsystems of the schools of elocution and colleges of the country,\\nmay force into artificial and ephemeral existence.\\nI do not in these remarks seek for a moment to depreciate\\nunduly the excellent effects of a true literary education in many\\nthings or even to undervalue it in the matter before us. But\\nthe schools in general, extinguish the nascent germs of elo-\\nquence in their pupils, by addressing their efforts to unnatural\\nstandards, and throwing their powers upon systems. Freedom,\\nsoul and nature, the great elements of moving eloquence are\\noverlooked in disproportionate care for a set form of graces of\\ncomposition and manner and the alumnus, whose soul-like\\ncapacity, perhaps entered college a young Sampson, or comes\\nshorn and powerless from the hands of the Delilah his alma mater.\\nTherefore I repeat, that in the great matter of real eloquence\\nwhich persuades and moves men s minds to conviction and ac-\\ntion that honestest, bravest eloquence which Feels its sub-\\nject thoroughly and speaks without fear, the Order of Sons of\\nTemperance is incomparably more prolific than all the colleges\\nin the country combined.\\nThis self-education of citizens, all educated and good men\\nwill admit, is beyond price and thus the Order at once appears\\nwhat it really is, in this respect as well as others, a proud means\\nof good, and a blessing to the country.", "height": "4348", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0206.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE. 171\\nTo the individual Son of Temperance the intellectual oppor-\\ntunities of the Order thus described, readily impart a power\\napplicable to his usefulness, interests and personal and social\\ngood, in a variety of ways.\\nTo popularity indeed, eloquence is the sure key, and the\\nman whose right hand holds it, commands to himself the ave-\\nnues to influence and public respect. Let me assure the young,\\nthat all men look with respect and favor on him who can daunt-\\nlessly face the battery of a thousand pairs of eyes, and grace-\\nfully, firmly and effectually deliver his sentiments before them.\\nSuch a man is always, or speedily becomes, a man of mark with\\nthe peopfe of the United States.\\nBut to continue. The standard moral principles of the Order,\\nunder whose regulating influences this faculty is acquired, throw\\nadditional lustre on forensic debate, and the higher quality of a\\ngenerous public eloquence. Temperance, Integrity, Virtue,\\nHonor, Charity, Brotherhood and Benevolence are our control-\\nling influences.\\nThese double the value of those divine attainments to the\\ncountry, for without them, eloquence and ratiocinative skill\\nbecome mere matters of pence at times a two-edged sword at\\nthe back and service of the baser passions, and too often are to\\nbe found in the market, a contemptible, when not a dangerous\\nthing of traffic.\\nThis condition of things additionally entitles the body of Sons\\nof Temperance to the favorable consideration and support of\\ngood citizens.\\nBut some now say, tell us more particularly the nature of that\\noratory of the Order in whose behalf you would impress us.\\nThis will be difficult from the nature of the case. I shall hard-\\nly be able to show it, and show it justice- I could wish rather\\nthat all doubters could pass with me through the Divisions and", "height": "4300", "width": "2588", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0207.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "172 THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE.\\nGrand Divisions of the Order and see for themselves. I have\\noften personally been agreeably surprised at results as I have\\nportrayed them. The more than ordinary eloquence which\\nfrequently lights up the debates of the Order would please the\\nplainest, animate the most indifferent and convince the most\\nskeptical. Yet as in duty bound to my readers, I will endeavor,\\nas well as I can, to hedge, in words, and frame to the sight, a\\nthing which is spirit and sensation.\\nAs an amateur observer both in and out of the Order, to a\\nconsiderable extent, I do not hesitate to pronounce the oratory\\nof the Order of Sons of Temperance of that sort which is of\\nthe highest utility and that is, perhaps, the fullest praise that\\ncan be bestowed upon any.\\nThe garnished trickery of the schools of elocution will not\\nstand the test of the genuine tones and action of this natural,\\npopular school. In style the oratory of the Order is plain,\\ndirect and practical in substance solid in tone earnest, manly\\nand grave in manner without pretense, and in action natural\\nand free.\\nIt is the considerate utterance of thinking, rather than the\\npassionate declamation of emotional assemblies. It deals but\\nlittle in figures and metaphor perhaps too little but its admi-\\nrable liberty, its cogency, warmth and general vivacity, totally\\nprevent dryness. In truth it is almost impossible that the inter-\\nnal oratory of the Order should be anything but what I have\\ndescribed it. Immediate contact, the eye set on eye, and the\\npresent interest of most discussions, prevent men however\\nprone, if they have moderate sensibilities, from becoming inde-\\nfinite or desultory. This closeness of encounter keeps men as\\nclose to the point. A few ancients, whose style was formed\\nunder the disadvantages of outside fashionable training,\\nsometimes talk without seeing or thinking but no young Son", "height": "4344", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0208.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE. 173\\nof Temperance, who has undergone a moderate noviciate, ever\\nproses. It is then a true, sound oratory of the Reason, warm-\\ned, rather than made brilliant, by energetic feeling and a frank,\\nfirm and generous will. It is entirely honest. It has no fal-\\nlacy of art nor any nourish of old time preparation, but is\\nprompt, extempore and direct.\\nThe judgment of the Order is, as a general rule, adjusted to\\nthis standard; and although no enemy to brilliant modes of\\nspeaking when the gems are true and the light sparkles natu-\\nrally, or to the most enthusiastic style even, when the inspira-\\ntion is not second-hand, yet it undeniably holds the incidents of\\nmere meteoric oratory at a palpable discount. In short, manli-\\nness, sincerity, earnestness, good sense and right intentions are\\nthe essentials of the oratory of the Order of Sons of Temper-\\nance an oratory whose popular origin and strong effect, cou-\\npled with the numerous and wide-spread extension of the Order,\\nwill before many years, mark it the fashion of the country\\nbeyond appeals.\\nPrinciples, as may already have been inferred, are of great\\nconsideration with the Order. Integrity of character has more\\ninfluence before its bar than talent. An individual known to be\\ndeficient in that chief particular, may as well at once resign all\\npretension to esteem. Thou art weighed is the dark hand-\\nwriting on the wall of the Division room, and the decree is\\ninexorable. A plain hard sense speech from a man of right\\ncharacter, is listened to with more interest and sympathy than a\\nfar more glittering oratory unsupported by integrity.\\nThe intellectual taste of the Order is as severe as its republic-\\nanism and its principles. In the older Divisions and Grand Divi-\\nsions no humbug can flutter its wings twice. I must appeal\\nto members of the Order for the amusing correctness of this\\nremark. It matters not anything who the man may be, if he", "height": "4300", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0209.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "174\\nTHE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE\\ndisplays a pomp beyond the propriety of nature, there is an\\nindescribable something in the grave and silent look of the\\nassemblage which leaves him no room to doubt his position.\\nAn old established Grand Division of the Order of Sons of\\nTemperance will take the measure of a man more quickly,\\nand infallibly, than any assembly, short of the Senate of the\\nUnited States, it has ever been my lot to scan; and if some\\nGrand Divisions that I know of, had certain unruly members of\\nthe Senate in charge, they would mend their manners speedily.\\nThe reason for this peculiarity may be found in the earnest and\\npractical character of the membership, and a firm high toned\\ndignity imparted by the cause itself.\\nThe Order is a reality affectation dies before it. There is\\nnot, of the many eminent speakers known to myself, one among\\nthe whole number afflicted with the vice of affectation; and I\\nwill venture to say, knowing my ground well, that, of the thou-\\nsands of passing good speakers and debaters, the Order may rea-\\nsonably claim, there is not one who has been a member of the\\nOrder for a moderate period, who is stained with affectation in\\nmanner or style.\\nWill professors of the colleges say as much for any other in-\\nstitution of learning or practice 1 I think not. My own expe-\\nrience, and I presume it is in nothing singular, is greatly to the\\ncontrary.\\nThe fields of moral progress and human rights, the churches\\nand the political organism of the day, the halls of legislation\\nand our noble country in all her policies and institutions, before\\na very few years shall have passed away, will alike advanta-\\ngeously perceive the effect of the principles and oratory of the\\nOrder.\\nAnd I predict, although predictions are not argument, and are\\nnot often in good taste, yet for the facts and as matter of", "height": "4304", "width": "2764", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0210.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE. 175\\nrecord, basing my claim to second sight only on observation and\\ncomparison of cause and effect, and the competency of the\\nagents in the matter, that in less than ten years the Order of\\nSons of Temperance will furnish a large and wholesome propor-\\ntion of sober, well trained, active and efficient Representatives\\nfor the State and National Legislatures, in some a moiety, and\\nin others a working majority. This will happen by virtue\\nalone of the causations noted, and without the remotest inten-\\ntion of political action on the part of the Order.\\nFrom the same intelligent causes, the Order will supply pro-\\nt minent and successful candidates for all other high walks of use-\\nfulness and honor and the time will naturally fall due sooner\\nthan is generally apprehended, when Judges, Governors of\\nStates and Presidents of the United States will many of them\\nbe Sons of Temperance. It cannot be otherwise. The Order\\nis rapidly absorbing throughout the country that active, bold and\\nreasoning class of young men from whose ranks, as the rule,\\nthese dignitaries are drawn, men of the people, they are the\\npeople, have common sympathies with them, and being educated\\nto proper fitness, will of course represent them.\\nThis result, in the present condition of our Legislatures, State\\nand National, is a thing devoutly to be wished for not be-\\ncause those men of the future will be Sons of Temperance, but\\nbecause they will be fit.\\nNow, let all remember that I speak of these things philoso-\\nphically and as a man having a heart for his country, in the\\nright place, and not as a Son of Temperance. Let none,\\ntherefore, in pious or patriotic honor, roll up their eyeballs, and\\nthrow up their hands, and say, I thought so! No! pray\\ndon t\\nI have already said the Order has no conception of political\\naction, I will now state that the Order of Sons of Temper-", "height": "4300", "width": "2568", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0211.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "176 THE ORDRR OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE.\\nance is forbidden by its express fundamental principles, and if it\\nwere not, would be yet utterly precluded by the universality of\\nits organization, from entering into any complicity of political\\naction.\\nThe most potent conjuror of the hearts of men, might as well\\ntry to whistle all the birds of heaven to fly in one direction, as to\\nattempt a political flight with the Order of Sons of Temperance.\\nThat I have so frankly spoken will be self-sustaining proof to\\nall sensible men of the entire freedom of the Order from the\\npossibility of political implication for improper purposes. Were\\nit possible to convert this immense Temperance Benevolent\\nInstitution into a pestilent political party machine, I would be\\neither honest enough to leave it, or shrewd enough to keep silence.\\nNow, if I have tired you, my patient, serious, amiable, or\\nperchance lovely reader, I am very much disposed to ask your\\npardon and if you will be kind enough to state your grievance\\nand address, possibly, nay, very possibly, I may pick up my\\nsurpassing gold-nibbed, irenium pointed pen and make due apo-\\nlogy. For your time so dryly occupied, I owe you assurances\\nof much consideration but I am not yet quite done. The sub-\\nject interests me from my regard for the Order, and from the\\ntangible character of the facts to you, however, it cannot be\\nnearly so interesting viewed through the dull medium of imper-\\nfect and general representation. I shall now that is pre-\\nsently conclude. I wish I could do so by blowing a fresh,\\nsweet, cheerful bugle note over the hearts of the great Order, to\\nmake them strong in the faith of its vast and comprehensive\\nfuture and then again, a trumpet-blast that would stir it up to\\ngird its loins, like a giant awaked, and press forward strenu-\\nously to work out its high destinies to the good of man.\\nI wish too, I could, by some similar telegraph of sound, or\\nmagic of spiritual magnetism, communicate with every young,", "height": "4344", "width": "2680", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0212.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE. 177\\nright minded man in the United States and British Provinces,\\nnot in membership with the Order, and state to them its\\ngrandeur and importance, as the embodiment of the great Tem-\\nperance Reform, and the vast importance to themselves individ-\\nually which it presents.\\nA sober life and an unsurpassed free school of intellect and\\ngood morals, and an immense Brotherhood, are the high offers\\nit holds out to each young man, with the one hand whilst with\\nthe other it opens the door to an honorable success to wealth, to\\ncharacter and usefulness.\\nEarnestly I call on my 3 r oung brothers in the Order, to con-\\nsider these things, and carefully to improve their present advan-\\ntages as a duty to themselves, to their friends and families, their\\ncountry and God. Personal opportunities of right good to our-\\nselves, or others, and especially improvement to usefulness\\nin the world, and Scriptural talents for which we are as\\nmuch responsible, as for the personal talents or other means for\\nthe common benefit, over which God has set us Stewards. The\\ngreat intellectual privileges of the Order should, therefore, be\\njustly cultivated by all serious and high minded young men.\\nLet them reflect that they themselves are just placing their feet\\non the threshold of life and that if on that great stage they\\ndesire to enact an honorable and becoming part, one that shall\\nmove the hearts and minds of men to great and good actions,\\nand continue to live deeply in their memories, they must now,\\nin youth, discipline themselves, and bring all their faculties into\\na well adjusted self-managment and spiritual mastery.\\nA rigid determination to profit by the excellence of our or-\\nganization, cannot fail to confer upon your future the greatest\\nusefulness, happiness and respectability.\\nTo those young friends, not members of the Order, I also\\ncordially commend the Order of Sons of Temperance, for rea-\\n12", "height": "4284", "width": "2612", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0213.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "1T8 THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE.\\nsons stated, and out of a sincere and truly friendly desire for\\ntheir moral, intellectual and general welfare.\\nI heartily invite them, in the name of a quarter of a million\\nof brothers, Sons of Temperance, to the great practical self-ed-\\nucatory, moral, social and intellectual School of the Order.\\nI can frankly, and conscientiously say to them, that I have\\nlong been a Son of Temperance, and have passed through its\\norganization, with much satisfaction. As a Son of Temperance,\\nalthough as properly jealous of my freedom in thought, word\\nand deed, as any sensible person could be, I have had no reason\\nto regret my membership with the Order.\\nThe Order of Sons of Temperance, indeed, imposes no re-\\nstraint but that which good sense, sound morals, and true reli\\ngion dictate, total abstinence from all crazing beverages. The\\npledge to do this is the mere public acknowledgment of what,\\nwithout the pledge, is still equally every man s duty a duty,\\nfor the non-performance of which it is to be hoped, the commu-\\nnity before long, as it is to be feared that God, hereafter, will\\nhold men accountable.\\nThe cause of Temperance is eminently the cause of God and\\nhumanity and he, not only, who opposes it, but he who neg-\\nlects his duty to it, does so at his risk. In this I am sure I am\\nno bigot. I speak in no spirit of bigotry, bat in a sense of true\\nbrotherhood towards all mankind; but I reason as I cannot help,\\non the proposition, that in all our lives, our possible influences,\\nand our conduct, we are God s u stewards\\nThe pledge of the Order has thus no additional obligation in\\nmoral duty, but is merely the addition of our word of honor,\\nwhere our honor and duty laid before. But unfortunately the\\nhabits of society, in regard to Intemperance, notwithstanding\\nthe light which has been, and is daily shed on their evil nature,\\nare still such that the pledge of the Order of Sons of Temper-", "height": "4304", "width": "2644", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0214.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "THE ORDER OF SONS OF TEMPERANCE. 179\\nance, is a desirable safeguard to every man. If an individual\\nis unfortunately addicted to the dangerous habit of moderate\\ndrinking, the only and guilty source of all drunkenness or is\\nstill more immediately involved in the fierce coils of Intemper-\\nance, the pledge of the Order, with God s blessing, will save\\nhim from his guilt or shame. If, on the other hand, he is not\\nin such an imminent position, the ratification of the pledge will,\\nperhaps, induce others worse situated, to take refuge under it,\\nwhilst the pledge will remain a strong wall of defence between\\nhimself, his hopes, his honor and the happiness of those he\\nloves, and an ever lurking and fearful peril.\\nFinally young countrymen, I acknowledge to have personally\\nexperienced much important mental discipline, as well as to\\nhave received many exquisite gratifications through my connec-\\ntion with the Order. In its pleasant bonds of Love, Purity,\\nand Fidelity I have found many warm-hearted, faithful and\\nhighly intelligent friends and brothers, and enjoyed many, and\\nto myself, most memorable a white hours. I therefore com-\\nmend to you, with my final words, the Order of Sons of Tem-\\nperance of North America, as a most admirable school of popu-\\nlar debate and eloquence, of good morals and principles, of fel-\\nlowship and brotherhood a place of safety, the way to honor,\\nand the post of duty to God, yourselves, your neighbor, and\\nyour country.", "height": "4292", "width": "2644", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0215.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "HON. EDMUND DILLAHUNTY\\nG-. W. P. OF TENNESSEE.\\nThe enquiring mind naturally turns to the history of the life,\\nservices, and private virtues of those who adorn and elevate the\\ncharacter of mankind. The history of every good man will\\never stand as a beacon light to youth pointing them to the\\npaths of honor and renown. Among the distinguished names\\nthat have from time to time appeared, in connection with the\\nOrder of the Sons of Temperance, none, perhaps, has shone\\nwith a brighter lustre, or merits more the esteem of every lover\\nof the cause, than the subject of the following sketch.\\nEdmund Dillahunty, of Columbia, Tennessee, was born on\\nthe 28th day of September, 1800, on Richland Creek, in David-\\nson county, seven miles south of Nashville. He was the fourth\\nin descent from a Huguenot, one of a numerous family, who\\nfled from France after the revocation of the edict of Nantes.\\nHe went with his father to Holland, remained there for a short\\ntime, and then, with other members of his family, went to Dub-\\nlin in Ireland and when still quite young, came to America,\\nabout the year 1715. He settled on Chesapeake Bay, in the\\nthen colony of Maryland, where he continued to reside until", "height": "4300", "width": "2696", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0216.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "F ,E,", "height": "4268", "width": "2552", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0219.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4280", "width": "2740", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0220.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "HON. EDMUND DILLAHUNTY, G. W. P. 181\\nthe time of his death. He married after he came to America,\\nand raised a family of several children, among whom was the\\nRev. John Dillahunty, who was born on the eighth of Decem-\\nber, 1728. On the fourth of June, 1747, he married the daugh-\\nter of Francis Neal, Esq., of Baltimore. In a few years after\\nhis marriage, he moved to the colony of North Carolina, about\\nthirty miles from Newbern, where he continued to reside until\\nthe year 1796, when he removed with his son, Thomas, and\\nsettled on Richland Creek, where he remained during his life,\\nhis death occuring in the year 1816, at the advanced age of 87.\\nAfter he removed to the State of North Carolina, he received\\nan appointment connected with the land office. His name in\\nhis commission was spelt as at this day, the French name being\\nDe la hunte. Under the advice of counsel, he conformed the\\nspelling of his name to his commission. Whilst still a young\\nman, he became impressed with the importance of Religion,\\nand for more than fifty years, was a faithful, zealous and efficient\\nminister of the Gospel, in the Baptist Church. He was a neigh-\\nbor and friend of Gov. Caswell, and the Hon. Nathan Bryan,\\nwith whom he co-operated during all the struggles of the Revo-\\nlution, and suffered the losses in property common to those who\\ndevoted themselves to the service of their country.\\nHe was the first minister who established a Church south of\\nthe Cumberland river and west of the mountains. Though not\\nliberally educated himself, he was well informed on all the great\\nsubjects connected with man, his duties and his rights and few\\nmen, old or young, in his day, exerted so extensive and happy\\nan influence throughout the whole course of his long life. His\\nson Thomas, was reared amid the perils of the Revolutionary\\nwar, being a boy of only eight or nine years old, when the diffi-\\nculties commenced between the mother country and the colonies.\\nFinding, when he arrived at man s estate, his father s fortune", "height": "4260", "width": "2584", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0221.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "182 HON. EDMUND DILLAHUNTY, G.W.P.\\nshattered, and but little prospect for retrieving it in the land of\\nhis nativity, he turned his steps towards the rich valleys of the\\nCumberland, and settled where the subject of this notice was\\nborn, when Nashville was a petty village, and the rich lands\\nthat now surround it, adorned as they are with elegance and\\ntaste, was one vast interminable cane-brake. Acquainted with\\ndifficulties, and inured to hardships and toil, he entered almost\\nalone upon the subjection of the wild and luxuriant forest.\\nHe struggled for independence, and was successful.\\nEdmund was too young to know any thing of the dangers,\\nand difficulties of pioneer life. While young, he was sent to\\nthe common schools of the country and after he had become\\nlarge enough to labor, he took his place on the farm, and went\\nto school only as he could be spared after the crop had been\\nmade and before it had been gathered in, or after it had been\\ngathered in, and before the time of planting again arrived. His\\nfather, though not educated, was fond of books, and gathered\\nstandard works on geography, history, and the physical sciences.\\nWith these means, by the time Edmund arrived at manhood,\\nhe had attained the elements of a good English education.\\nShortly before he passed out of his minority, he determined on\\nthe profession of the law, and with the consent of his father,\\nwent to Greeneville College, East Tennessee, where he remain-\\ned until he entered on his twenty-third year. In 1823, he com-\\nmenced the study of law in the office of Robert L. Cobbs, Esq.,\\nthen an eminent attorney in the Maury Circuit. In 1824, he\\nobtained licence to practice law, shortly after which he went\\ninto partnership with his preceptor, and at once entered upon\\na heavy practice. In 1831, he was elected Attorney General\\nfor the State, by the Legislature, for the district in which he\\nlived, against powerful opposition. In 1834, the Constitution\\nof the State was amended, the courts re-organized, and he was", "height": "4348", "width": "2772", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0222.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "183 HON. EDMUND DILLAHUNTY, G. W. P.\\nunanimously elected Judge for the 8th Judicial Circuit of Ten-\\nnessee. At the expiration of eight years, he was unanimously\\nre-elected, and holds the office at the present time, under his\\nlast election.\\nIn 1845, in his absence, and without his knowledge, he was\\nelected Grand Master of Masons in Tennessee. In 1846, he was\\nunanimously re-elected to the same office. In October, 1849, he\\nwas elected Grand Worthy Patriarch of the Grand Division,\\nSons of Temperance, of Tennessee, which office he now fills.\\nFor nearly thirty years, he has been a laborious student.\\nWhilst a lawyer, without any display, he always came well\\nprepared to the argument of his causes. His arguments were\\ncharacterized more by plain common sense than any attempt\\nat embellishment by oratory yet there were times when he\\nfelt, and deeply felt, the wrongs of his client, and he seldom\\nfailed to arouse in the minds of the jury the same honest indig-\\nnation that swelled in his own bosom. Having associated much\\nin early life with the laboring classes, he was well acquainted\\nwith their wants and sympathies and without any of the arts\\nof the demagogue, he could readily touch those chords in their\\nnature that vibrated in his own.\\nHe always avoided political strife never sought or desired\\nany political office and although never a neutral in any poli-\\ntical or moral question, he has ever avoided the political heat\\nand excitement of a partizan.\\nAs a Judge, he has aided in elevating the standard of profes-\\nsional character, and has exercised an influence over the pub-\\nlic mind, in its respect for law and morals, that few men, if\\nany, have ever done. Understanding the law well, as a science,\\nand being also well versed in the history of man, he has on all\\nsuitable occasions endeavored, through the administration of the\\nlaw, to arouse the public mind to the importance of education", "height": "4284", "width": "2564", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0223.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "184 HON. EDMUND DILL AHUNT Y G. W. P\\nand sound morality as a means of preventing crime, of uphold-\\ning free government, and placing within the reach of every\\nindividual that happiness which secures social prosperity, by\\ncausing each one to feel that his wants and interests were not\\nforgotten by the government that claimed his submission.\\nHis habits were always sober but whilst Attorney General,\\nthe common sense view he was accustomed to take of things,\\nled him to trace crime to its causes, and he soon found that\\nignorance and intemperance were the occasion of at least nine-\\ntenths of the crime that came under his supervision. As early\\nas 1834, he began to point the public mind to the importance\\nof some concentrated action to suppress the evil of Intemper-\\nance from that day until the present time he has been an un-\\ncompromising and efficient advocate of the Temperance move-\\nment. When the Order of the Sons of Temperance was intro-\\nduced into his State, he was, as might have been expected,\\namong the first to enter its ranks.\\nHe is a man of by no means a robust constitution, but cer-\\ntainly one that is well balanced otherwise he could not have\\nperformed the labor he has undergone, without showing more\\nof the wear and tear of life than is exhibited in his person. He\\nis now nearly fifty years of age, and still, his grey hairs ex-\\ncepted, has all the freshness and vigor of youth.\\nIn addition to the labors of his office, he has for about fifteen\\nyears had under his direction, young men preparing for the law,\\nto whom he devotes much time, and takes great pains in in-\\nstructing them for the profession, and giving them proper views\\nof life and he is now, and has been for the last twelve months,\\na lecturer in Jackson College, of which he is a visitor. His\\nvenerable mother, now eighty years of age, resides with the\\nJudge, in the enjoyment of good health, and the possession of\\nall her mental faculties.", "height": "4336", "width": "2688", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0224.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "INTE MPERANCE.\\nBY HON. EDMUND DILLAHUNTY, G. W. P.\\nGod has seen fit in his wisdom, to subject all the works of his\\nhands to the dominion of law, from the tallest seraph that night\\nand day strikes his harp round the Eternal Throne, down to the\\ninsect that floates in the sunbeam. The erratic comet that flies\\naway as if disdaining all control, but its own caprice, after wan-\\ndering for ages in regions the ken of the philosopher has never\\nyet explored, at length, in conformity to the laws of its nature,\\nreturns and pays homage due to the sun. The sun, moon, and\\nstars shine forth the will of Him who rules them. Even to the\\nwinds and waves God, their master has set bounds and decreed\\nrules. He blows his breath upon old ocean and she rolls her\\nwaves to the shore He speaketh to the thunder and it answers\\nback the voice of obedience He sendeth for the lightnings and\\nthey come up to do his bidding. And when we come to ana-\\nlyze man we find that every part of his complex being, whether\\nspirit, mind, or matter, is no less the subject of law than the\\nmaterial universe around.\\nTo every violation of any one of these laws the Divine Law-", "height": "4284", "width": "2592", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0225.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "186 INTEMPERANCE.\\ngiver has annexed a penalty proportioned always to the charac-\\nter and degree of the outrage. It is written by every star in\\nheaven, by every sunbeam upon the earth, and proclaimed by\\nevery voice in nature, nothing can violate the laws of its being\\nwith impunity. Therefore, let every offender against nature\\nknow this fact that, so certain as night follows day, he will,\\nsooner or later, reap the bitter fruits of his wickedness and folly.\\nSelf interest, then, apart from every other consideration, would\\nteach us to be temperate for, there is no law of man s nature,\\nmoral, mental, or physical, that intemperance does not violate\\nand most bitterly, too, does he pay for such transgressions. Its\\nphysical effects are disease, suffering, decay, death. It deranges\\nthe nervous system, poisons the blood, and corrupts those fluids\\nnature has furnished for the health and nutrition of the body.\\nIf there is any predisposition in the system for disease, the germ\\nis certain to be developed by the use of ardent spirits. Ask the\\ncandid, the honest physician, and he will tell you this and he\\nwill also tell you that, intemperance is the parent of well nigh\\nevery disease. Climate and local causes do much, but intem-\\nperance still more, to give the physician employment not to\\nspeak of the thousand deaths by apoplexy, by shooting, by stab-\\nbing, by drowning, by burning, by freezing, that are brought\\nabout by drunkenness. It has done more to people the city\\nof the dead, than fire, famine, pestilence, and the sword. It\\nis the destroying angel upon whose footsteps death waits to glut\\nhimself with human sacrifice. Could the myriad of its slain be\\ncollected together, it would take an arch-angel, speaking with\\nthe dialect of Heaven, to number the multitude.\\nGranted, that immediate death is not always the consequence\\nof drunkenness. The same may be said of any other poison,\\neven the most active. But better, far, that the man should die\\nat once, than to linger out an existence of wretchedness and", "height": "4340", "width": "2748", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0226.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "INTEMPERANCE. 187\\nmisery: an existence that might be called a living death a\\nblossoming, a vegetating for the grave without the pleasures of\\nlife, or relief of death. He upon whom the monster has laid\\nhis hand may bid adieu to health and happiness in this life, and\\nsurely he cannot hope for any reward in that Heaven, where\\nit is said nothing unclean shall ever enter.\\nBut it stops not here. Its ravages extend to the whole man,\\nlaying body, mind, and soul in ruins. The proudest intellects\\nthat ever marked their burning track across the field of science,\\nwhen clouded by drunkenness, have sunk to rest enveloped in\\nthe dun pall of a starless night of obscurity. And though ever\\nand anon, as it dies out, its flashes may break forth, like light-\\nning beneath the storm-cloud, they serve to increase rather than\\ninterrupt the darkness. It is truly a leveller of all grades and\\ndistinctions in intellect. It stultifies the mind of the philoso-\\npher, and can do no more for that of the fool. My heart bleeds,\\nand the tear unbidden starts to the eye, as I behold the wreck\\nof that mind in whose presence kings might have trembled, and\\nroyalty stood rebuked. Angels might weep as they heard the\\nwild bachanal revels of passion that, reverberating amid the\\nbroken arches and fallen columns of the ruined palace of the\\nsoul, proclaimed the melancholy tale, that usurpers sat upon the\\nthrone once consecrated to reason. It would take a fiend from\\nthe region of despair to tell the anguish of a spirit that writhes\\nunder the despotism of evil passions.\\nThe use of ardent spirits not only clouds the intellect, weak-\\nens the understanding, and totally unfits the mind for the acqui-\\nsition of knowledge, but tends directly to dissipate what know-\\nledge may have been acquired. Every day the man continues\\nits use he is retrograding, like one who labors against the cur-\\nrent, when he fails to strike the oar he not only ceases to ad-\\nvance, but is borne off on the bosom of the flood.", "height": "4284", "width": "2580", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0227.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "188 INTEMPERANCE.\\nIf all this be true, how is it, it is asked, that some of the most\\nbrilliant scintillations of genius have been stricken from minds\\nin which alcohol had kindled its blaze We answer that, in\\nthis way the meteor may blaze with a brighter glare for a mo-\\nment, but does it shine on with the undimmed radiance of the\\nfixed star? And it is the unnatural brightness of the meteor\\nthat causes it so soon to die out and be forgotten. The mind\\nthus stimulated, like the chariot of the sun driven by the reck-\\nless Phaeton, will be set on fire and consume itself by the rapid-\\nity of its own motion.\\nBut the above objection to the truth of the remark, that\\ndrunkenness debases the intellect, proves no more than this, that\\nnature has blessed some men with such extraordinary powers of\\nmind that those powers, though weakened, cannot be destroyed\\nbut by long and the grossest abuse just as some animals may\\nfeed on poison without immediate death. I appeal to every one\\nwho reads this, if they ever knew any one who was in the habit\\nof getting drunk, to retain for any length of time his vigor of\\nmind There cannot be but one answer to this question. But\\nwhy fatigue myself and weary your patience in proving that\\nwhich is as evident as any axiom in mathematics 1\\nIf possible, its work of moral ruin is more awful still. It is a\\nfact, my experience both as a lawyer and a judge has taught\\nme, that nine-tenths of the crimes which stain our records,\\nwhich were attended with violence, are the natural conse-\\nquences of the use of ardent spirits. Drunkenness does some-\\nthing more than degrade man to a level with the brute. It\\ngives him the folly of the brute, but the madness of the demon.\\nIt corrupts every fountain of moral purity in the heart, and\\ncauses them to send out a foul flood whose bitterness and poison\\nare death. The worm of the still, eats out every generous\\nemotion, every thing ennobling in the heart of man. He who", "height": "4356", "width": "2692", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0228.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "INTEMPERANCE. 189\\nwas the tender husband, the affectionate brother, the dutiful\\nson, the constant friend and kind neighbor, has been transformed\\ninto the unfeeling wretch whose heart no longer throbs with\\nany sentiment of kindness and love, but who has buried the\\npast, with its fond recollections, the present with its joys, and\\nthe future with its hopes, in the damning cup of intoxication.\\nCould the grave give up its dead, could hell send up its wit-\\nnesses, could beggared wives and starving orphans come from\\ntheir dark and desolate abodes of despair, to tell their tale of\\nwoe, with what trumpet-tongues would they stand up to plead\\nagainst the deep damnation of drunkenness\\nAnd shall not we rise up against an enemy that has strewed\\nthe world with its slain, has peopled the grave with its dead, has\\nfilled the earth with sighs and groans, and made the profoundest\\ndeep of hell give back the sound of wailing and of woe Shall\\nwe not strike down this hydra-headed monster, that lifts its head\\non high as if in defiance of the war-club of Hercules Shall\\nwe close the book in despair and abandon man to his fate or\\nshall we exert ourselves to rescue man, noble by nature, and\\ncapable of being still more ennobled by education 1\\nAs we have before stated, there is not a law of man s nature\\ndrunkenness does not outrage nor any duty, whether to our-\\nselves or others, it does not violate and God has said, through-\\nout the universe, in vain may happiness be sought but by the\\nperformance of duty. It paralyses the moral energies as with\\nthe touch of death. In a word, it is man s evil genius.\\nGod has been pleased to place the enjoyment of the high-\\nest earthly bliss in the domestic relation of husband and wife.\\nThe voluptuous Turk, who revels in the debauchery of the\\nharem, the libertine, who boasts that, like the bee, he sips sweets\\nfrom a thousand blossoms, has no conception of that bliss with-\\nout alloy, that pleasure without remorse, that contentment of", "height": "4300", "width": "2616", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0229.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "190 INTEMPERANCE.\\nspirit, that calm, quiet joy that gladdens the heart of the hus-\\nband of one wife, the father of a healthy, virtuous offspring*\\nborn in holy wedlock. In this relation alone is to be found on\\nearth that perfection of bliss, that fills up the capacities of the\\nsoul for enjoyment. Marriage is the beautiful image that comes\\nlike a messenger divine to our early dreams of happiness. It is\\nthe Eldorado to the heart s young hopes; the oasis amid the\\ndesert waste of life, smiling in beauty, gladdening the fainting\\nheart of the traveler a green island, laughing amid the ocean s\\ntempests. The fisherman of Lapland, returning from his daily\\ntoil, cold, wet, and benumbed, feels his heart warm within him\\nas he hears the voice of his wife breaking over the waves, call-\\ning to him, come home, come home. To the sacred relation\\nof marriage the thoughts of the good and virtuous tend, as the\\nrivers to the ocean. This is the casket that contains the richest\\njewel of happiness. Here are garnered up the heart s fondest\\nhopes and dearest joys and if these hopes are blasted, if these\\njoys are lost,\\nLife hath no more to bring\\nBut mockeries of the past alone.\\nBut drunkenness is the serpent that enters this blissful Eden,\\nto mar its pleasures, and drive forth that happy pair from those\\ndelightful walks and shady bowers, where, with every thing\\nsweet to sense and lovely to the eye they had passed away\\ntheir lives like a beautiful dream. At the presence of the\\nmonster, the flowers of hope and happiness, the rosebuds of love\\nthat bloom in this garden fade away, and thorns, brambles, and\\nnoxious weeds spring up in his path. Where spring bedecked\\nthe earth with flowers, winter, bleak winter, now sheds its deso-\\nlation. The wife beholds him who was her chosen, to fol-\\nlow whom she had forsaken father, mother, the home of her", "height": "4340", "width": "2712", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0230.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "INTEMPERANCE. 191\\nchildhood, and all the world besides him to whom she had\\ncommitted her destiny, in all the confidence of love banished\\nfrom society, wandering a beggar, an outcast upon the earth,\\nbankrupt in fortune, bankrupt in morals, bankrupt even in hope.\\nIs that he who a few years ago commenced life with such bril-\\nliant prospects before him? Who had youth, health, talent,\\nfame, fortune, a home endeared by the love of the loveliest of\\nwomen, every thing that could make life desirable, or that the\\nhuman heart could wish He wears the same name, but there\\nstops the parallel And does his wife forsake him No\\nTrue to her sex, true to her own kind nature, with a self-sacri-\\nficing devotion, she clings to him even in his degradation And\\nlike the tender vine, she attempts to bind up and conceal the\\nshattered trunk of the oak blasted by the lightnings of heaven\\nIs that the lovely bride, the beautiful among the beauteous,\\nthe gaze of every admiring eye, the beloved of all, whom we\\nsaw led unto the altar, and with thoughts pure as the dreams\\nof the infant mind unstained by sin, and hopes bright as the\\nsky in evening beauty, vow to love, and live for him to whom\\nshe had plighted her }^oung heart, rich in the untold treasures\\nof a maiden s first love? Yes, tis she. But now how chang-\\ned The bridal wreath has faded from that brow which the\\ngloomy cypress now encircles. That eye swims tears that\\nerst laughed out in joy. In that heart, once the abode of every\\nhappy thought, desolation now holds its empire. The beau-\\ntiful rose torn from its stem lies withering on the ground. The\\nyoung wife, with no patrimony left but her honor, no friend\\nbut her God, no tie binding her to earth but her babes, is thus\\npenniless, friendless, homeless, thrown upon the mercy of the\\ncold charities of the world Who now will soothe the an-\\nguish of that mother s heart, and satisfy the cries of those\\nchildren for bread? The winds with hollow moan, as they", "height": "4284", "width": "2616", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0231.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "192 INTEMPERANCE.\\nsweep by the lonely cottage, give back the only answer to their\\nwailing cries. The father sleeps in a drunkard s grave, and\\nheeds not the storms that hold their revels above his head!\\nThis is no surcharged picture. The penciling has failed to\\nexpress half the deformities that mark the orginal with which\\nevery one is familiar who has mingled with the world. The\\nwife who was reared in ease and luxury, whose every want\\nwas not only supplied, but anticipated, by the fondest of pa-\\nrents, is now left to struggle unaided against the rude winds\\nof adversity, and forced to provide from her own labor for the\\nwants of herself and family. The children, whose tender\\nyears need a father s fostering care, without education, without\\nhabits of industry, and fixed moral principles, without every\\nthing but those evil passions, that, like weeds in a neglected\\ngarden, have run to riot for want of timely pruning, are turned\\nupon society, beset with every temptation, idleness, poverty,\\nwant, and shame, to do wrong. What will be their destiny,\\nGod alone, in his wisdom, can foresee but the future forbodes\\nno good.\\nConsidered as a mere political system, the establishment of\\nsociety into families, with a ruler over each having power to\\ncreate and execute laws for its regulation, is one of the wisest\\nschemes of policy that ever was conceived of by the legisla-\\ntor. It is the best pledge the state can have for the welfare\\nof the rising generation, upon whose shoulders her fabric must\\nsoon rest because the father is moved by his natural affec-\\ntions, and by a sense of duty, to provide a settlement in life,\\nand give a good education and sound moral training to those\\nwho are indebted to him for their existence. The parent is\\nthe guardian for the child and the trustee for the state. A\\nfamily is the state in miniature where the young mind is taught\\nthe duty of submission to lawful authority, and learned to bear", "height": "4344", "width": "2708", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0232.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "INTEMPERANCE. 193\\nthe bit and endure the rein of wholesome restraint, whereby\\nthe child is trained for the higher duties of the citizen.\\nBut the tendency, nay the effect, of drunkenness is to coun-\\nteract all the consequences of good arising from the establish-\\nment of this system. It takes away from the family its head,\\nits protector, or what is worse, converts him into a curse instead\\nof a blessing to that family. The wife is robbed of her hus-\\nband, the children of their father, and the state, instead of the\\nhealthy, virtuous, well educated citizens she had a right to\\nexpect, and who might have added new trophies to her renown,\\nis cursed with a set of tattered prodigals, miserable paupers,\\nvicious, uneducated vagabonds, that exhaust but supply not her\\nresources that scatter but gather not up to her wealth and\\nthus they go forth, not only corrupt in themselves, but corrupt-\\ning others with whom they come in contact, who in their turn\\ncorrupt thus becoming new starting points of evil which con-\\ntinually widens its circle, until it is diffused into every ramifi-\\ncation of society. Who can calculate the injury one single\\nwicked influence exerts upon the community? Like the stone\\nthrown into the calm lake, the commotion stirred is conveyed\\nfrom wave to wave, until the last one has dashed and died\\nagainst the rocky shore. The bones of Hume, Rosseau, Vol-\\ntaire, and Paine have long since mouldered into dust, but the\\ninfluence they exerted for evil still lives, and will continue to\\nlive till the death of time.\\nA late distinguished Attorney General of the United States,\\nafter a careful examination of the statistics, estimated the an-\\nnual cost of ardent spirits to the nation, directly and as a con-\\nsequence of disease and crime, at one hundred millions of dol-\\nlars a sum equal to four times that necessary to defray the\\nordinary expenses of government. One hundred millions of\\ndollars per annum we pay to besot our minds, debase our mor-\\n13", "height": "4296", "width": "2624", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0233.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "194 INTEMPERANCE.\\nals, and paralyze our bodies How small a cost for such a\\nglorious blessing\\nSuppose this amount was distributed amongst the different\\nStates, it would enable them to pay off their debts, to clear out\\ntheir rivers, improve their harbors, cut canals, build rail-roads,\\nbridge their highways, establish free schools for the education\\nof the poor, and erect asylums for the relief of the afflicted.\\nBut this sum had better far be thrown into the sea than expend-\\ned as it now is. It goes to purchase that whereby wives are\\nbeggared, children reduced to starvation, and the greyheaded\\nsires are deprived of their comforts, and brought to want and\\nsuffering in their old age.\\nAnd by whom is this enormous burden borne 1 By the la-\\nboring interest. There is no political maxim better established,\\nthan that all expenditures are a charge upon labor. It is labor\\nthat supplies the continued drain upon a nation s or an individ-\\nual s resources. This is the propelling power without which\\nthe machinery of government must stand still. Let the labor-\\ning classes think of this, and say if they are willing their indus-\\ntry and ingenuity shall be taxed, annually, one hundred mil-\\nlions of dollars to bring ruin upon themselves and the country.\\nBut this is, by no means, the main cost to the nation. Our\\nsoil is so productive, our industry so active, our energies so vig-\\norous, that we can bear all this and more without being im-\\npoverished. It is that intellectual night, that moral bankruptcy\\nwhich drunkenness brings upon the country, this is the loss to\\nthe nation that cannot be reckoned by dollars and cents. Fire,\\nfamine, pestilence, and the sword may ravage her borders, her\\ncities may be laid in ashes, her fields drenched in the blood of\\nher citizens, the elements of heaven may lend their aid to com-\\nplete the work of desolation, yet, if her moral energies are\\nunimpaired, from all these calamities she may recover. But", "height": "4352", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0234.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "INTEMPERANCE. 195\\nwhen these are destroyed she has lost her last and only hope.\\nShe hath no longer any vivifying, self-reviving principle. It is\\nthe moral energy of a nation that mans the hearts of her sailors\\nas they clamber up the mast to rig the vessel for the fight, or\\nfor the coming storm that nerves the arm of her soldiery as\\nthey scale the spear-covered battlements, where death gleams in\\nevery lance. And here I repeat, that no nation has any host-\\nage of security but in the morals of her people.\\nAnd what remedy have we for all these evils I know but\\none of safety total abstinence from all stimulating drinks as a\\nbeverage. All other temporizing expedients, like an opiate\\ngiven to a man who has swallowed a deadly poison, may lull\\nthe pain but will fail to remove the danger. Would you\\ndestroy the tree, content not yourself with lopping off the\\nbranches, but pluck it up by the roots. If you have never\\nindulged the use of ardent spirits, your plan of safety is to\\ncherish and maintain your scruples about the first indulgence.\\nThe only way to be virtuous or temperate is to be wholly so.\\nTo hold dalliance with vice, specially that of drunkenness, is\\ncertain death. The general who would break down his walls\\nto show that he depended upon nothing but the valor of his\\ntroops and his own skill for defence, might be applauded for\\nhis daring but should certainly be censured for his rashness.\\nNo situation so secure, no safeguard so complete, as to be re-\\nmoved not only from all exposure, but all possible liability to\\ndanger. I think I hear some sensible young man reply I\\nadmit the truth of all you have said. I know drunkenness to\\nbe all and more than you have described but what you have\\nsaid does not reach my case. I am a moderate drinker. I\\nknow when to indulge and how much, and when to refrain\\nand I have such perfect command over my appetite, that I can", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0235.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "196 INTEMPERANCE.\\nwholly abandon it whenever I please. Therefore, thy warn-\\nings are lost upon me.\\nAlas I fear they are The enemy has completely deluded\\nthee by his siren song of security and safety. You are asleep,\\nand know not that the volcano is ready to open at your feet and\\noverwhelm you with its burning lava. The fallacious reason-\\nings you offer, are the same with which every drunkard in the\\nworld has first deceived himself, and then attempted to impose\\nupon others. I know I run the risk of offending you when I\\ntell you, there is danger of your becoming a drunkard. But\\nthe truth must be told. No man ever dreamed of becoming so\\nwhen he commenced. See that poor wretch yonder, wallowing\\nin the gutters of the street that living libel upon the dignity of\\nman that epitome of human degradation; he, like yourself,\\nwas once a moderate drinker. So was the man who yesterday\\nexpiated a life of crime upon the gallows. I know you are sin-\\ncere. Your confidence is an honest boldness but you are de-\\nceived. I have heard many who were your equals in talent, in\\nfirmness, in forbearance, in that self-control of which you boast,\\nspeak the same things, and yet, before they had arrived at mid-\\ndle age, I have seen them sink into the grave of the drunkard.\\nFrom the warning voice of the past learn a lesson of wisdom,\\nand prepare for the future. If you can refrain so easily as you\\nsay, why do you not do it 1 Why will you tempt a danger that\\nhas proved the ruin of thousands? The answer is at hand\\nyou have become the slave and not the master of your appetite\\nas you boast.\\nThe very best reason why the temperate should take the\\npledge of total abstinence is, the very one they give for not\\ndoing it that they are whole and need not a physician, that\\nthey are already temperate, and need nothing to make them so\\nbecause this very absence of a wish to indulge is the best secu-", "height": "4352", "width": "2720", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0236.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "INTEMPERANCE. 197\\nnty human frailty will allow that they will keep their pledge\\ninviolate and thus, ever be, as they are now, strictly temperate,\\nI admit, at present you may be safe. But you cannot look\\ndown the long vista of the future. You know not to what\\ntrials, to what temptations you may be exposed; the many\\ncares, losses, disappointments, and vexations of spirit, that may\\nfall to thy lot the many exposures to wind and rain, heat and\\ncold, you may have to undergo all pleading with thee to forget\\nthy sorrows, and find temporary relief in the sparkling glass.\\nPrepare, then, for the future, by retaining thy intellect un-\\nclouded, thy moral energies invigorated, so that you can struggle\\nagainst any fate with the might of a man.\\nHow much easier is it to avoid forming a bad habit, than to\\nrefrain from its indulgence after it is once formed. The stone\\nrolled from the mountain side, when it first began to move might\\nhave been stayed by an infant s arm but after it has rolled on,\\nbounding from point to point, a giant s might could not arrest its\\ncourse. The fountain that gurgles, unnoticed, from the rock,\\nforms a mighty river. The crisis in the drunkard s life is at the\\ncommencement of the use of ardent spirits. The falling of\\na single flake of snow from the mountain peak causes the\\navalanche.\\nAnd to you who may have already contracted this habit, I\\nwould say, arise at once, and fly to the city of refuge ere it is\\ntoo late. Several cases, perhaps more hopeless than 3^our own\\nhave been rescued from the brink of the grave, and from the\\nvery mouth of hell. Escape, then, as a bird from the snare of\\nthe fowler. Your private pledges are not sufficient. Could thy\\nmidnight pillow witness against thee, did thy tongue confess\\nwhat thy own heart doth know, could the groves and secret\\nplaces of nature speak, how oft in bitterness of spirit and deep\\ncontrition of heart, thou hast promised thyself and vowed to thy", "height": "4304", "width": "2580", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0237.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "198 INTEMPERANCE.\\nGod sin no more, they would show how weak a thing the\\nheart is, when spell bound by the sorcery of an evil passion.\\nNo one accuses you of insincerity in such pledges, and yet you\\nknow you have not kept them. Though made in all confi-\\ndence, they became mere pack-threads upon the unshorn Samp-\\nson they in vain attempted to bind. This, then, may show the\\nfutility of such pledges as, from their privacy, do not bring\\nalong with them the penal sanction of public censure for their\\nviolation. Now the pledge we propose provides a remedy for\\nthat wherein your private pledge was defective. It is not only\\nbinding upon the conscience as the other was, but it brings with\\nit the terror of the axe and rods of the Lictor public opinion.\\nAnd here, by way of episode, let me suggest the necessity of\\ncorrecting and setting aright public opinion, since it is that\\nwhich gives law to this and all other elective governments.\\nLet this magistrate, of whom we stand so much in awe, have\\nno terror but for evil doers, teach nothing that is wrong, and\\nprohibit nothing that is right.\\nMuch good has been done, and is still being done, by the\\nTemperance Societies. We have no wish to underrate their\\nvalue, or detract aught from their well-earned title to the pub-\\nlic confidence. They have saved thousands, and tens of thou-\\nsands, from ruin have raised altars of affection and friendship long\\nbroken down have made the widowed heart leap for joy, and\\nwiped tears from the orphan s eye and made the fires of joy\\nand gladness again burn brightly, on hearths where grief and\\nmelancholy have strewed their ashes. They had moral force,\\nbut lacked that concentration and union which give the greatest\\nstrength. Their numbers were immense, but lacked discipline.\\nTo remedy these defects to concentrate those energies that\\nlost much of their effect by being scattered, to discipline and\\nform into a regular army those hordes of raw militia, to collect", "height": "4304", "width": "2756", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0238.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "INTEMPERANCE. 199\\nthat scattered mass of waters into one deep, narrow, Alpine\\ntorrent that shall bear off every thing before it the Order of\\nthe Sons of Temperance was established. The organization\\nof this great moral force is as plain and void of complexity as\\ncan be consistent with unity and strength. The whole system\\ncontemplates an allotment of power and duties among several\\njurisdictions, to wit a National Division, State Divisions, and\\nSubordinate Divisions. The bond of union is very simple\\ntotal abstinence from all stimulating drinks as a beverage; but\\nthe constitution and by-laws go further, and provide for aid in\\nsickness, and relief in distress. It is a great brotherhood, in\\nwhich each member feels that he has a common interest, and is\\nsubject to a common duty of battling against intemperance and\\nvice, and promoting the good of our common country.\\nThis great moral project was set on foot in 1842, by sixteen\\nmen, good and true, who having felt the insufficiency of the\\nTemperance Societies to do all the wants of the unfortunate\\nrequired, met in the city of New-York, to adopt a more syste-\\nmatic plan of operations. They organized the moral armament\\nnow before me, placed the sword of truth, burnished, into each\\nsoldier s hands, unfurled the banners of fidelity, out-posted\\nscouts and sentinels, until the drum-beat of the whole line now\\nanswers the most distant report of danger.\\nIts object is the subjugation of no province, the sacking of no\\ncity, the invasion of no foreign territory but the preservation\\nof human right, the security of individual peace and domestic\\ntranquillity, the extirpation of vice, crime, and human misery.\\nAt this time, it numbers its thousands, tens and scores of thou-\\nsands, made up of every sex, every party, every condition, in\\nlife. As a means of preserving the identity of the Order, and\\nof guarding its members against the impositions of the crafty\\nand unworthy, there are adopted certain signs of recognition,", "height": "4304", "width": "2616", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0239.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "200 INTEMPERANCE.\\nand words of passport, which, of course, must be a mystery to\\nall but the initiated. This we are sorry to learn, has been made\\nthe cause of objection by some.\\nIs this a ground for a serious objection? Who can under-\\nstand and explain the mysterious union of mind and matter,\\nspirit and body, which makes man the strange, complex being\\nthat he is 1 All we know are the facts, and these should satisfy\\nus in other matters of less complexity. There is deep insolu-\\nble mystery in the ocean. Who can tell from whence it derives\\nits eternal supplies of salt 1 Who hath numbered the multitude\\nthat people its waters, or counted the treasures of its coral beds\\nWe hear the low breathings of the zephyrs at morn, the thun-\\ndering of the storm at noon, but cannot tell whence they come\\nor whither they go. When God descended amid the thunder\\nof Sinai, he was pleased to veil, with a thick cloud, his glory\\nfrom mortal gaze. The whole world is a mystery, at least to\\nthe finite conceptions of man.\\nBut it is secret in its operations. You do not see the propel-\\nling power that moves the machinery, but you witness the effect\\nof the force that is gained and though we cannot trace the\\nstream back to the fountain, and explain whence it derives those\\nproperties, we know its waters are healthful and fertilizing. In\\nthis, as in every other instance, we should judge of the system\\nby its fruit. But this very secrecy is attended with good. It\\nkeeps alive that interest, the want of which was so much felt in\\nthe old Temperance Societies.\\nIt offers a great rallying point to our best energies. Purity in\\nour affections, fidelity in our engagements, uprightness in our\\nactions, and love to our race, are inscribed upon our banners\\nand the true Son of Temperance carries them with him in every\\ndepartment of private, domestic, and social life, as the embla-\\nzonry of his principles. We profess nothing that patriotism does", "height": "4304", "width": "2716", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0240.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "INTEMPERANCE. 201\\nnot approve nothing- that philanthropy does not cherish noth-\\ning that the purest religion does not sanction. We make no\\nofferings to avarice erect no altars to ambition. Our only end\\nand aim is to do good to our race, to redeem our country from\\nthe bondage of vice, to purify our public sentiment, and to\\nsecure to the people of this great commonwealth that moral\\nfreedom which brings its charter from Heaven.\\nAnd yet, there are thousands whose piety we do not question,\\nwho stand aloof from this affiliation and, as far as example can\\ngo, obstruct its progress, and lessen its means of usefulness.\\nChristians beware that you be not found fighting on the side\\nof evil. Examine the ground on which you stand. You are\\nbound, by your allegiance to your great leader to be ready for\\nevery good work. If you love your country we offer to you a\\nfield for patriotic labors if you delight in deeds of philanthropyj\\nthe sufferings of men, the griefs, sorrows, and bereavements of\\nhelpless women and unoffending orphans, call for your aid. If\\nyou love your God, we offer to you an enterprise we believe He\\nwill own and bless. Delay, then, no longer, but give us your\\nhearty co-operation.\\nWe call upon you to do battle for your country. It is inva-\\nded by an unrelenting foe that spares not the young man in his\\nstrength, nor the old man in his weakness. Arouse yourselves\\nto oppose his further ravages. And should you conquer, though\\nno proud monument may be reared on earth to perpetuate your\\nname, no fading laurel shall encircle your brow, yet you will\\nhear that which is above the praise or worship of men the ap-\\nplause of an approving conscience and when the trampling of\\ndeath s chariot steeds is heard at thy door, thou canst look back\\nwithout regret, without self-reproach, upon a well spent life,\\nand hear the voice of thy God calling thee up to that reward\\nwhich awaits thee in Heaven.", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0241.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "LOOK NOT UPON THE WINE\\nBY E. F. ELLET.\\nLook not upon the wine thoughtless one\\nWhile you have gifts that it may steal away\\nYouth/ grace, and wit and genius, now your own,\\nAre all too precious for the spoiler s prey.\\nLook not upon the wine Unto your mind\\nWere given broad eagle wings to sweep the sky;\\nAh do not to the dust its pinions bind,\\nWhile those of meaner birth may soar on high.\\nLook not upon the wine a garden rare,\\nA treasury of wealth untold, your heart;\\nCrush not the flowers that bloom so lovely there;\\nDim not the gems that mock the crowns of art.", "height": "4348", "width": "2784", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0242.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "LOOK NOT UPON THE WINE. 203\\nThe love of kindred, and the joy of friends\\nY Around you cling as to the oak the vine\\nTo every circle, light your presence lends\\nOh, look not on the soul-destroying wine\\nLeave to the dull, th ignoble, and the slave,\\nA joy so base a strife with such a foe\\nWhom to o ercome no honor brings the brave\\nTo fall by whom were triple shame and woe.\\nLook not upon the wine heed not the spell\\nYourself, so noble and so gifted, spare\\nThink of the friends who love you passing well\\nThink of your plighted promise, and forbear!", "height": "4280", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0243.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "DR. LYMAN BEECHER,\\nWas born at New Haven, Conn., September 12, 1775. His\\nfather David Beecher, a blacksmith, is supposed to have descend-\\ned from one of the four Beechers who were among the one\\nhundred and twenty-nine proprietors of the town of N. Haven\\nin 1685. His mother was Catharine Lyman of Middlefield, and\\ndied in child-bed with Lyman her first and only child. On her\\ndeath-bed she bequeathed the feeble infant to her sister, the wife\\nof Lot Benton, a farmer of North Guilford, who was childless.\\nThe infant when received by the foster-parents was extremely\\nfeeble, and said to weigh only three pounds according to the\\ninstitutions of Lycurgus he should have been thrown into the\\nApothetae, and thus finally disposed of; but as he had the good\\nfortune to be born in New England in christian times, he was\\nallowed to try his chance, and grew up to be capable of more\\nphysical and mental vigor and endurance than falls to the lot of\\nmost men. This development of a naturally feeble system,\\nwas probably owing to an early farming education on a hard\\nsoil, and in the cold and bracing climate of New England.\\nIt soon became evident, as well to the indulgent foster-parents,\\nas to the young man himself, that farming was not to be his\\nparticular vocation, and accoidingly he began to fit for college,", "height": "4304", "width": "2796", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0244.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "bi b T I\\ng \u00c2\u00b1yj o \u00c2\u00b1vj o\\ni", "height": "4276", "width": "2636", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0247.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4340", "width": "2772", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0248.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "DR. LYMAN BEECHER. 205\\nunder the care of Rev. Thomas Bray, minister of the parish,\\nand he subsequently graduated at Yale College, and pursued his\\ntheological studies at the same place under the care of Dr.\\nDwight, for whom, even down to the latest years of his life, he\\nhas ever cherished an admiring and venerative attachment.\\nHis ministerial career commenced at East Hampton, Long\\nIsland, where he was ordained in September, 1798. In 1810,\\nhe received a call from the first Congregational Church in Litch-\\nfield, Conn., with which he continued his connection till March\\n1826. During this time he published several sermons, and assist-\\ned in forming various benevolent societies. In 1826, he received\\na call from the Hanover street Church, Boston, where he con-\\ntinued six years and a half, and in 1832, he received a call to\\nthe Presidency of Lane Seminary, where for ten years, in addi-\\ntion to the duties of that office, he performed those of pastor, in\\nthe second Presbyterian Church in Cincinnati the latter situation\\nhe then relinquished, in order to devote himself more exclusively\\nto those of the former, which he still sustains.\\nSuch is a brief outline of his life thus far. His history as con-\\nnected with the Temperance Reform we shall give more fully,\\nderiving our information from the notes of a speech which he\\nmade in London at the time of the World s Convention, in\\nwhich he proposed briefly to sketch the history of the American\\nTemperance Reformation.\\nIn the earlier periods of the New England colonies there was\\nno general prevalence of Intemperance.\\nOur prudent and careful forefathers, considering alcohol as a\\ngood servant but a bad master, took it out of the list of articles\\nof ordinary lawful traffic, and placed it for safe keeping in the\\nhands of men of well established and trusty character, by whom\\nall such sales as were essential were conducted drunkenness", "height": "4272", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0249.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "206 DR. LYMAN BEECHER.\\nwas a crime severely punished by law, and the instances of its\\noccurrence were very rare.\\nEven down as late as the boyhood of the subject of our\\nsketch, he was able to declare, that there was no tippling shop\\nin the town where he was brought up, and he remembers to\\nhave heard of but one drunkard. But in the course of twenty\\nyears after, it had become an article of ordinary traffic, and what\\nis called its temperate use had become universal on land and\\nby sea on farm and in workshop, as well as in circles of refi-\\nned hospitality it was fearlessly circulated, and the church and\\nministry participated without apprehension or remonstrance.\\nAt all ecclesiastical meetings the pipe and the brandy bottle\\nwere held to be necessary adjuvants to good fellowship and\\nbrotherly love and in the pastor s fireside visitations, the good\\nwife was never wanting in this form of hospitality. Come wife,\\nhere s the minister, out with the big chair and the brandy bot-\\ntle, used to be a familiar saying of a hospitable old household,\\nof whom we were wont to hear in our childhood nor did this\\ncollocation so astounding in our days sound at all inappropriate,\\nor savor the least of reproach in those days since in simple\\nverity, the brandy bottle was then the main stay of good cheer\\nand the pledge of cordiality. Wives, mothers, and sisters all\\ndrank in various forms of the genial element, and the glitter of\\nwine glasses and decanters, and skill in compounding and setting\\nforth the various beverages which gave vivacity to the social\\nhour, formed no inconsiderable part of the pride and accom-\\nplishment of a notable housekeeper.\\nIt is not wonderful, therefore, that families were constantly\\nscandalised by the falling of one or another of their members\\ninto open and scandalous intemperance that there were wives\\nand mothers no longer fit for their place as either ministers\\nunfit for the sacred desk, and that the most brilliant talent, the", "height": "4304", "width": "2772", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0250.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "DR. LYMAN BEECHER. 207\\nmost respectable position, the most sacred office offered no gua-\\nrantee against the wiles of the destroyer.\\nThe writer not long since was riding with a venerable old\\ngentleman through one of the neat New England villages\\nstopping at a point which commanded a view of the principal\\nstreet, he pointed to one and another house There is the L\\nhouse he died a drunkard, there lived Mr. B he died a\\ndrunkard. In that house the father and two sons died drunk-\\nards, and so on down the street, until it seemed to the listener\\nthat as of old in Egypt the destroyer had been to every dwell-\\ning, and that there was not a house where there was not one\\ndead.\\nThis state of things very early attracted the attention of Dr.\\nBeecher after he was settled in the ministry. About this time\\nhe fell in with a treatise by Dr. Rush of Philadelphia, which\\nstrongly affected his mind and led him to think more earnestly\\non the subject than ever before he fell in also with some\\naccounts of societies for reform of morals which had been insti-\\ntuted in London, under the influence of which he preached a\\nsermon, afterwards published, entitled, a Reform in Morals,\\nnecessary and practicable. Under the influence of this dis-\\ncourse a society for reform in morals, generally, was formed in\\nhis parish, which had relation not only to temperance but to the\\nobservance of the Sabbath, and other matters connected with\\npublic morals.\\nSubsequently the same subject engaged his attention after his\\nremoval to Connecticut. He preached the same sermon, some-\\nwhat enlarged, before a meeting in New Haven at a time when\\nthe legislature was in session, strongly urging on ministers and\\nmagistrates to do all in their power both by influence and by the\\narm of law, to repress the growing immoralities of the times.\\nSimilar appeals from the pulpit began to be universally made,", "height": "4296", "width": "2636", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0251.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "208 DR. LYMAN BEECHER.\\nand magistrates were roused to greater diligence in enforcing\\nexisting laws against intemperance, the desecration of the Sab-\\nbath and other kindred evils. This stringency of law brought\\nsuddenly down on the community, produced an immediate po-\\nlitical revolution. The old magistracy were universally super-\\nseded to make room for such as should be more agreeable to pub-\\nlic sentiment, and thus of course old laws became a dead letter.\\nAt first this change produced a general consternation among\\nthe better part of the community, but it gradually became appa-\\nrent to leading minds that there was a higher and surer way of\\nleading on reform than by the arm of law, and that weapons\\nmore mighty than those of physical force yet remained in their\\nhands. Dr. Beecher was one of the first to see and rejoice in this\\nconviction, and the writer in early childhood remembers having\\noften heard him express the sentiment that this political change\\nwas to them a matter of congratulation, because it had opened\\nbefore them a more excellent way of effecting their purposes.\\nAbout this time the General Association of Connecticut Min-\\nisters appointed a committee to consider the subject of Intem-\\nperance, and the means of its suppression. The next r ear, in\\na similar meeting, the committee reported that Intemperance\\nwas fast increasing, but after a most earnest and prayerful atten-\\ntion to the subject they had not been able to see any thing that\\ncould be done for its suppression.\\nDr. Beecher immediately rose and moved that a committee\\nbe appointed to report on the means of prevention of Intem-\\nperance. The motion was carried, and he and the Rev. Mr.\\nDutton of Guilford, were chosen for the purpose. They recom-\\nmended\\n1st. That ardent spirits should be totally discontinued in all\\necclesiastical meetings, and in all the families of ministers and\\nmembers of churches.", "height": "4352", "width": "2880", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0252.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "DR. LYMAN BEECHER. 209\\n2d. That it should no longer be given as an adjuvant of labor\\nby land or by sea.\\n3d. That every minister from his pulpit should enlighten his\\npeople as to their duties in this respect, and urge upon them\\nimmediate and total abstinence.\\nThis course commended itself instantaneously to the public\\nmind, and may almost be said to have been carried by acclama-\\ntion through the State and a great unprecedented and univer-\\nsal reform followed. Not only ministers but civilians in every\\ngrade, governors, judges, lawyers, medical men, loudly and\\nopenly expressed their approbation and added the sanction of\\ntheir example. This was the first marked and leading Tem-\\nperance Reform in America, and preceded by many years the\\nformation of the first Temperance Society in Massachusetts.\\nFrom that time the use of ardent spirits ceased entirely from all\\necclesiastical meetings ceased to be an essential part of hospi-\\ntality, and fell into general disuse in all well-regulated and pious\\nfamilies. The reform being one of public sentiment was one\\nwhich no caprices of political demagogues could overthrow, and\\nits beneficial results are felt to this day.\\nAbout this time was conceived the plan of Dr. Beecher s six\\nsermons on Intemperance. A painful earnestness was given\\nto this effort by certain private circumstances. He had dis-\\ncovered, with painful surprise that two leading members of his\\nChurch, to whom he was attached by strong personal friend-\\nship, had unconsciously to themselves, perhaps, been beguiled\\nby the insidious tempter to the very verge of ruin and the\\npreaching of these sermons was a warning cry which he lifted\\nin the very distress and earnestness of his soul, to show them if\\npossible, their danger.\\nThese sermons have been successively translate^ into Ger-\\nman, French, Swedish, Danish, and lastly into the Hottentot.\\n14", "height": "4336", "width": "2600", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0253.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "210 DR. LYMAN BEECHER.\\nWhen Professor Stowe was in London in 1836, there was there\\na Hottentot Chief with six or seven of his tribe, who had come\\nover with Rev. Dr. Philip, Missionary to South Africa. Learn-\\ning that a son-in-law of Dr. Beecher, author of the sermons on\\nIntemperance, was in London they expressed quite an anxiety\\nto see him, and in an interview which Professor Stowe had with\\nthem, expressed their great delight and edification in these pub-\\nlications which they said had done great good among the Hot-\\ntentots.\\nDr. Beecher, at the age of 74, is still in vigorous health and\\nable to perform all his duties as Professor, and preaches as\\nopportunity offers with acceptance and success.", "height": "4304", "width": "2812", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0254.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "APPEAL\\nTO THE\\nIL.ABE3SS \u00c2\u00a9F AM3^3EI0 Ao\\nBY REV. A. L. STONE, P. G. W. P.\\nIf we come to talk with you for awhile soberly and earnestly,\\nit is because we think it no honor to you to offer you the per-\\npetual incense of small talk, because our theme demands\\nsoberness and earnestness and because we will confess it\\nwe greatly desire to win you as helpers and co-laborers in the\\ngood cause of Temperance.\\nIn this insurrection of virtue and humanity against the remorse-\\nless despotism of appetite, if any class of society have a right\\nto feel and act that right is yours. No voice can accuse you of\\nmeddling with what does not concern you. By all your sorrow-\\nful experiences, by the sad awful tragedies which have denied\\nand violated the sancity of home by the wail of want and woe\\nfrom many a desolate hearth -stone, you are justified in publish-\\ning your league against the destroyer. While these gloomy\\nannals remain, woman s interest in the progress of the Temper-\\nance movement none can question.\\nIn every relation of life in which her heart has been linked", "height": "4292", "width": "2604", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0255.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "212 APPEAL TO THE LADIES OF AMERICA.\\nwith other hearts, she has been stricken by the blight which the\\nfar-flying pestilence sheds from its wings. Of all ties on which\\nthe wealth of her nature is lavished, not one, however near,\\nhowever tender, however sacred has been spared. To look up-\\non one in whom are garnered up all warm affections and bright\\nhopes, and behold him passing under the shadow of that bon-\\ndage which locks heart and brain, sense and soul, in its iron\\nmastery, to couple the name of Drundard with one so dear,\\nand to drag out a weary life, heart-broken, fast linked to brutality\\nand shame, this is no common sorrow. Let us speak of these\\nvictims.\\nTHE BETROTHED.\\nHere many a maiden wooed and won and plighting her troth\\nto the youth of her heart, and looking forward to the near day\\nwhen, having uttered bridal vows they shall set forth together\\nPilgrims of Life to her eye on all the future the golden\\nsunshine lying a strong arm, a faithful heart to lean upon a\\nmanly form ever by her side, her grace and defence the vigil-\\nance of love to shield her from all rough minds has suddenly\\nseen the vision dissolve before the dark magic of the bowl. He\\nto whom she gave the priceless jewel of a maiden s truth, has\\nfound a deeper charm in the social glass. He comes to her\\npresence flushed with wine and, from his forward speech and\\neager eye and bold approaches, she must shrink sad and trem-\\nbling into her maidenly reserve. He goes from her presence to\\nwanton with her name amid the companions of his festive hours.\\nSoon the finger of public regard singles him out as one on the\\nroad to ruin. Stirling the anguish of her heart, she ventures\\nonce and again some pleasant remonstrance. He listens, prom-\\nises, breaks his word, grows resentful, and plunges deeper into", "height": "4340", "width": "2860", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0256.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "APPEAL TO THE LADIES OF AMERICA. 213\\nhis excesses. Farewell to her bright dream. That image so\\ndear she must banish from the chamber of her soul. With a\\nsore and aching heart she must turn from that picture to the\\nfuture. Long must it be before that deep wound in her breast\\nshall be closed. If she go not down to an early grave, a with-\\nered flower nipt by an untimely frost, the scar of that wound,\\na painful memory, she will keep to her latest hour.\\nTHE DAUGHTER.\\nLook again here is another sad one from the band of maid-\\nens. He whom she calls by the honored name of Father, is no\\nlonger one to be reverenced. She cannot go and offer a daugh-\\nter s caresses to one reeking with the fumes of the revel. In\\nthe street cries of derision and insult follow him, every one of\\nwhich is a dagger to her heart. And she bears his name she\\nis his child she must blush for him and wear his shame, and\\nwalk in the shadow of his degradation and look upon him\\nfallen and loathsome as he is, as her father still. She has none\\nto show her a father s love none to enrich her with a father s\\nblessing none to breath for her a father s prayer. How such\\na grief must drink up the spirit If it do not quite kill, it must\\ndarken all the coloring of life. Another foot-print of the curse\\nTHE SISTER.\\nAnd here is one with a sister s faith, who knows what it is to\\nhoard a brother s name and fame. She sees him starting in the\\nrace with eagle eye and lofty aim and generous resolves, and\\nher ardent soul well nigh lends him wings. Ah, what joy it\\nshall be to her to see him win and wear the wreath of honor\\nwhat a clinging pride shall be hers in his successes On the altar", "height": "4304", "width": "2596", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0257.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "214 APPEAL TO THE LADIES OF AMERICA.\\nof his advancement she would think it a small thing to sacrifice\\nhers. In his need she would give up peace and hope and well\\nnigh life and honor to save or bless him. It is a deep well of\\ntruth and self-devotion, a sister s heart. But in that brother s\\npath the snares of the enchanter are spread. The glow of the.\\nwine-cup outshines the lustre of the bright distant goal he\\npanted for. The eagle eye is soon dimmed the nerve of en-\\ndeavor is palsied the ardor of pursuit the dream of fame\\nthe hope and the purpose of eminent usefulness that scheme\\nof a life the world should feel, are all quenched in the fiery\\ndraught. Droops with that nobler life the sister s ardent soul.\\nHow can she bear the contrast between the dream and the real-\\nity How can she look upon him her trust and hope had man-\\ntled with such heroic garniture, a poor slave of sense sunk to a\\nlevel with the brute! She cannot lean upon his arm she\\ncannot hold him to her heart she cannot point him out with\\npride amid the throng she can only weep over him and\\npray. There is bitterness in such tears agony in such prayers.\\nTHE WIFE.\\nCome now with me and look upon a yet sadder scene.\\nFaintly glow the dying embers upon the hearth of a ruined\\ncottage. It is a cold winter night and the pitiless blast shakes\\nthe rattling casement and drives in through many a crevice the\\nfalling snow. A feeble light struggles against the gloom of the\\napartment. By the light plying the busy needle upon a tat-\\ntered garment sits a woman shivering in the bitter frost. Her\\nface is pale and thin. In her look and attitude there is no hope.\\nOften she sighs as the sharp pangs of a breaking heart rend her\\nbosom. The moan of hungry children, moaning in sleep,\\ncomes to her ear, and the scalding tears overflow. She thinks", "height": "4304", "width": "2836", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0258.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "1\\nAPPEAL TO THE LADIES OF AMERICA. 215\\nof the time when she was a light-hearted girl when she stood\\nup a joyous bride, and heard the promise spoken, to love, cherish\\nand protect till death should dissolve the tie when, in their\\nbright sky, the first glass, the little cloud like a man s hand gave\\ntoken of the rising storm, when the first unkind word was\\nspoken, the first pressure of want felt, the first shock of a\\ndrunken husband reeling across the threshold smote her heart.\\nSad musings are thine, lovely wife, as thou pliest still the needle\\nby the dim light in the desolate room, the winter without and\\nwithin, and yet again within. But she pauses in her work. A\\nfoot is on the step a hand pushes the door open. Oh, how\\nunlike, the face, the form, the step, the voice, the salutation to\\nthose she remembers so well And she is chained to this\\nbody of death He has a right to call her wife. He may\\napproach her and she cannot fly. He may silence the moaning\\nchildren with blows and curses and she can only interpose her\\nfrail form. And there is no release for her till death come.\\nMore than widowed, with society to which dreariest solitude\\nwere paradise home, that dearest word of earth s dialect, to her\\nanother name for all wretchedness and no appeal save to the\\nChancery of Heaven, no rest save in the grave.\\nTHE MOTHER.\\nLook once more into a mother s heart. Her once proud boy\\nis a slave to strong drink. How had she dreamed dreams over\\nhis cradle-slumbers How had she seen a radiant future mirror\\nin his bright young eye. What a comfort should it be to her\\nold heart to look out from the retreat of age upon his high and\\nhonorable path. What music to her ear to hear the world s\\nvoices speaking his name with honest praises. What a welcome\\nshould she keep for him coining from his elevated sphere of", "height": "4248", "width": "2604", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0259.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "216 APPEAL TO THE LADIES OF AMERICA.\\nduty to sit with his honors like a child at his mother s feet.\\nDescending- into the vale, how should she lean upon his heart,\\nhis arm, for strength and cheer. He lives, but nothing of all\\nthis is ever to be. He is yet in his earliest manhood, but all\\nlife s freshness is gone. In riotous living the glory and beauty\\nof his youth are consumed. Filial reverence is dead within\\nhim. To the counsels of her who bore him, he gives back\\nsullen looks blasphemies perhaps a blow. Oh, had he died\\nyears ago in his young innocence, before any of this history\\nhad passed upon him, leaving only the memory of his child-\\nhood behind him, it had been a small grief compared with this\\nliving affliction. Those gray hairs shall be brought with sorrow\\nto the grave.\\nAnd not one of these scenes is a fancy sketch. Every one\\nhas had its original in fact. You have met them all in real\\nlife. Name and dates you can supply. And they have not\\nbeen solitary histories. Many times over have they been en-\\nacted. These mourning voices of mothers, and wives, and\\ndaughters, and sisters, and betrothed maidens have been lifted\\nup, a great chorus, sounding through the land these many gen-\\nerations. Oh, you are interested in this matter you have a\\nright to speak and act. The sorrowful wastes in your manifold\\nrelations made desert, by the scourge of Intemperance, summon\\nyou to link your hearts and hands together around your house-\\nhold shrines and keep them pure.\\nAnd now will you bear with us a little longer, while we tell\\nyou what we would have you do.\\nFirst of all never put the glass to your own lips. We\\ndo not say this because we fear you will so far forget delicacy,\\nrefinement and womanhood, as to fall into ebriety. And yet\\nthis most loathsome spectacle of fallen humanity has been ex-\\nhibited. But apart from this issue every lady who takes the", "height": "4344", "width": "2904", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0260.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "APPEAL TO THE LADIES OF AMERICA. 217\\nwine-glass, lends all the charm of her manners, all the graces\\nof her mind, and all the captivation of her social qualities to\\ngive currency to wine-drinking in the circle in which she\\nmoves. It cannot be thought a beastly excess to copy the ex-\\nample of a refined and cultivated woman. What young man\\ncan pronounce the habit degrading, or brutalizing when thus\\nvindicated before his eyes by those whom he chiefly esteems\\nand admires? An association with the glass is thus created\\nwhich follows it every where flinging around it a poetry, a\\nromance, which hide all its deformity and wreath it ever with\\nflowers. In scenes of excess where woman mingles not, her\\nhand still graces the goblet, and endorses the revel. From such\\na fatal influence, keep your example we entreat you forever\\nguiltless.\\nNever put the glass into the hand of a young man.\\nYou know not how terrible shall be the issue of that one\\nthoughtless act. He has, ere he met you, perhaps, felt his\\ndanger. He has been compelled to confess to his heart the\\ngrowing power of a habit which he traces back to some such\\nscene as this in which he stands by your side. On the brink\\nof the abyss he has started back and sought to untwine the\\nchords that were dragging him down. He is struggling like\\na wrestler with his appetite. He is yet weak before its giant\\npower. If he yield a hair, if he allow it the least vantage,\\nit will re-assert its dominion, he is its slave for life. He enters\\nthe circle where you meet him with his best resolves. Tearful\\neyes follow him the agony of prayer goes with him for other\\nhearts are bound up in him. You are his temptress I With\\npleasant smiles and kind words you reach him the ruby draught.\\nHow can he resist 1 You have armed his old enemy against\\nhim. If he hesitate, some half-reproachful word, some new\\ncharm, the whispered spell, You will drink with me, ensures", "height": "4244", "width": "2612", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0261.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "218 APPEAL TO THE LADIES OF AMERICA.\\nthe victory. You turn from him well pleased with your little\\ntriumph the confession of your power. Ah, what have you\\ndone? Outblazes again the flame so nearly smothered. The\\ndemon of appetite within him takes the mastery again it will\\nbe sated it cries vehemently, give, give, give it will have\\nits gratification, in the face of broken vows, ruined hopes, wreck-\\ned fortunes, blighted household peace, dishonor, despair, death,\\nit will have what it craves. From his dying chamber, or his cell\\nof doom, whither turns his accusing eye? Back to that form\\nof grace and beauty that stood by his side on the festal eve\\nand bade him pledge her in the wine back to you Oh, smiling\\nmaiden, Oh, honored matron! Had you dreamed of this you\\nwould sooner have cut off your right hand than offered the fatal\\nlure. And you cannot know that all this may not follow any\\nsuch thoughtless act. Will you venture such an awful hazard\\nWere it not much for you to feel and say, when such histories\\nare recited, I have not helped this ruin. Oh, what right\\nhave you to be strewing the path to a dishonored grave with\\nroses and gilding it with smiles Who has given you leave to\\nintroduce the young men who seek your society into paths,\\nwhich, if they follow them, lead them in such numbers to a\\nmiserable end? Take the resolution, again we beseech you,\\nnever, never, to pour the wine for another and commend it\\nwith your charms to his lips. Set the example of banishing\\nfrom the sideboard, the service of glass. Amid the elegant\\nprofusion to which you invite your guests, let not the sparkle\\nof the wine be seen. Purer shall be the sparkling flow of\\nmirth and wit that take their inspiration from sparkling water.\\nNever give your patronage in any way to those who sell\\nardent spirits as a beverage. If tradesmen dealing in the\\npoison, who had still any character to lose, were deserted by all\\nexcept their tippling customers, they could not hold up their", "height": "4304", "width": "2836", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0262.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "APPEAL TO THE LADIES OF AMERICA. 219\\nheads a single day. But while they can point to ladies of stand-\\ning and fashion daily crossing their threshholds to satisfy their\\ndomestic necessities from their shelves, what force have all our\\narguments with them to prove the disgraceful nature of the traf-\\nfic 1 They are not disgraced See what company they keep\\nsee who endorse their respectability Let the ladies of our\\ncommunities resolve never to give a farthing s trade to a grocer\\nwho sells rum, whatever inducement he may offer in the cheap-\\nness and excellence of his wares never to enter a confectioner s\\nsaloon for refreshment where intoxicating drinks may be ob-\\ntained, never of free choice to go to a summer watering-place n\\nwhere a bar is kept and these strongholds of intemperance are\\nby this one act demolished.\\nPut forth direct efforts to rescue the captives to strong\\ndrink. Here is a mission worthy all the self-sacrificing benevo-\\nlence of woman s heart. It is one for which in her gentleness,\\nher true delicacy, her incomparable tact, she is exactly fitted.\\nSpeak to the young man whom you see leaning to the vintage.\\nYou will know what to say. You will win his ear without\\nalarming his pride. He will respond to you without taking\\noffence. He will yield to you as a favor, as a personal gratifi-\\ncation, what argument and reproaches would never have wrung\\nfrom him. The forfeiture of your good opinion may be a more\\nprevailing appeal with him than any loud-voiced warning. You\\nwill have the unspeakable satisfaction of saving him.\\nGo to the fallen one the poor outcast the leprous drunkard.\\nShow him what kindness there is yet felt for him. Give to him\\nthe hand he never hoped to see extended again to such as him,\\nand plead with him. To you he will listen your ministrations\\nwill melt the rime about his heart. Your very presence will\\nbring healing. He will feel lifted a little from his degradation\\nby such transient companionship. The memory of it will chas-", "height": "4304", "width": "2604", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0263.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "220 APPEAL TO THE LADIES OF AMERICA.\\nten him that any so far removed from him, thought of him\\nenough to seek him for his good that they did not fear to soil\\ntheir garments by approaching him on their errand of love.\\nFrom your cheering and sympathizing words he will catch the\\nhope of redemption, and\\nLike the stained web that whitens in the sun,\\nGrow pure by being purely shone upon.\\nBe you thus Sisters of Charity angels of mercy to the sin-\\nning and hopeless, and the dark places of guilt and woe shall\\nbrighten at your coming, and instead of accusations from dying\\nlips, there shall come upon you, the blessing of many ready to\\nperish.\\nBut some of you are far in advance of our. exhortation. We\\nhail you, Daughters of Temperance as true yoke-fellows in\\nour cause. We feel stronger and more sanguine as we look\\nupon your banded array. You yourselves are stronger for your\\nleague. You are far more likely thus to accomplish social revo-\\nlutions in the habits we deplore. You gird the timid thus with\\na new courage. You keep alive your own zeal, faith and hope.\\nYou surround the daughters of want, the stricken and the temp-\\nted, with a cordon of Love.\\nWho shall question your propriety in all this 1 Is it unfemin-\\nine to pity the sinful and the suffering 1 Is it unfeminine to be\\nactive in works of charity Is it indelicate to do by associated\\naction some great good, you must fail if you attempt it alone\\nI yield to none in the price I set upon true womanly modesty.\\nI know the rhyme as well as another\\nLook up there is a small bright cloud\\nAlone amid the skies\\nSo high, so pure, and so apart,\\nA woman s glory lies.", "height": "4348", "width": "2900", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0264.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "APPEAL TO THE LADIES OF AMERICA. 221\\nBut it is her glory, her apostleship, to win the erring-, bind up\\nthe broken hearted, lift up the hands that hang down and the\\nfeeble knees and shed peace and purity as flowers do frag-\\nrance, all around. May she not enter into covenant with her\\nsisters against a most destructive evil eminently social in its cha-\\nracter Is it out of her place and sphere, unwomanly and\\nquestionable for her to attend and act in reform meetings where\\nnone but those of her own sex are present, while it is just the\\nheight of delicacy and propriety for her to enter a parlor crowd-\\ned with ladies and gentlemen, in that undress which is strangely\\nenough called full dress, and dance half the night away We\\nbeg of you to dismiss the thought forever. Closer draw your\\nguardian league Fast bound in this holy wedlock be you the\\nBrides of Temperance On our side we have already the stern\\nsevere aspect of Truth, the testimonies of science, the warning\\nutterances of experience, the hollow tones of untimely graves\\nit is yours to bring in the warmth of the affections the poetry\\nof woman s smiles the eloquence of woman s tears the un-\\nbought grace of life.", "height": "4296", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0265.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "THE OLD MAN S LAST WISH\\n[FOUNDED ON FACT.]\\nBY MRS. EMMA C. EMBURY.\\nThe Psalmist s span of life had past\\nFull twenty years or more,\\nAnd still the old man s footsteps tracked\\nThe sands on time s lone shore\\nWhile Death s dark wave impatient swelled\\nThose footprints to sweep o er.\\nAye more than ninety years had shed\\nTheir sunshine and their shade,\\nSince first upon that aged head\\nA father s hand was laid,\\nAnd now not one was left of all\\nWith whom his childhood played.\\nThe memory of that far off Past\\nHad faded from his sight,\\nThe mists of many years had dimmed\\nLife s golden morning light,\\nAnd he was now content to watch\\nThe closing shades of night.", "height": "4344", "width": "2988", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0266.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "THE OLD MAN S LAST WISH. 223\\nBut when at length Death s summon s came,\\nWhile breath was ebbing fast,\\nThose veiling mists were rent atwain,\\nAs by a mighty blast,\\nAnd once again the old man lived\\nIn that long hidden Past.\\nOnce more he saw the homestead where\\nHis youth had passed away,\\nThe trees that interlaced above\\nIts roof so old and gray,\\nThe sheltering porch whose trellised vines\\nGleamed in the sunset ray.\\nAnd strange unto his fading eyes\\nThe present quickly grew,\\nThe old familiar faces near\\nNow wore an aspect new,\\nAnd ever on his sinking heart\\nA gloom their coming threw.\\nOh take me home! twas thus he spake\\nTo all who gathered nigh,\\nBeneath the roof where I was born,\\nThere would I choose to die\\nThen take me home, oh take me home\\nTwas still the old man s cry.\\nFor memory s voice within his soul\\nSang like a spirit-bird\\nUntil the tones of other years\\nAlone his cold ear heard,", "height": "4288", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0267.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "224 THE OLD MAN S LAST WISH.\\nAnd all his nature s time sealed depths\\nWere by that music stirred.\\nAnd brighter still, and brighter grew\\nThese visions to the last,\\nOh take me home was still his cry\\nWhile life was fleeting fast,\\nAnd with this prayer upon his lips\\nThe weary spirit past.\\nWhen on the grave s dark verge at last\\nThe time worn body lies,\\nAnd visions of a brighter world\\nFloat past the glazing eyes,\\nOh who can tell what shape may take\\nThose dreams of paradise\\nStill to the struggling spirit clings\\nThe heavy weight of clay,\\nIt hath not yet put on its wings\\nTo soar from earth away,\\nWhat marvel if its visions wear\\nThe glory of youth s day,\\nAnd Life s bright morning star appears\\nLike Heaven s first golden ray 1", "height": "4336", "width": "2980", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0268.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "REV. THOMAS P. HUNT,\\nG. W. A. OF PA.\\nRev. Thomas P. Hunt, was born in Charlotte County, Vir-\\nginia, Dec. 3, 1794. He lost his father when about three years\\nold. A violent attack of hooping-cough, accompanied with\\nmuch fever, during his infancy, resulted in leaving him deform-\\ned in body. The greater part of his youth was spent in a sick\\nroom. This proved a rich blessing for it left him continually\\nunder the watchful care of an intelligent and prayerful mother,\\nto whose faithful discharge of duty, Mr. Hunt is indebted for\\nall that he values.\\nHe graduated at Hampden Sydney College, in 1813. He\\nspent some time in teaching. Then returned, as a resident\\ngraduate to College. He afterwards studied theology under the\\ncare of the Rev. Drs. Moses Hoge and John B. Rice. While\\nunder the care of Dr. Rice, he promised the Doctor, that when\\nlicenced to preach, he would use all proper occasions to preach\\nagainst Intemperance, which at that time was making fearful\\nravages. This promise was made in 1822, and has been faith-\\nfully kept. When the Temperance Reformation commenced\\nit found Mr. Hunt laboring for its object. He immediately", "height": "4252", "width": "2632", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0269.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "226\\nREV. THOMAS P. HUNT,G.W.A,\\njoined the Society. He was licenced to preach by the Presby-\\ntery of Hanover, 1824. Settled shortly after in Brunswick,\\nVirginia. In 1827 he emancipated his slaves, and voluntarily\\npassed from affluence to poverty. The same year he was called\\nas Pastor to the capital of North Carolina. He remained there\\nuntil 1830, when he accepted the offer of Agent for the State\\nTemperance Society of North Carolina. During his labors in\\nthis office a revival of religion commenced under him at Wil-\\nmington, North Carolina. Mr. Hunt remained there until 1834.\\nIn 1833 he was sent as a Delegate to the General Assembly of\\nthe Presbyterian Church, and also to the first Temperance Con-\\nvention held in the world. He left Wilmington on an agency\\nfor Donaldson Academy, near Fayetteville, North Carolina. He\\nwas invited to visit New-York; his labours while there were\\ngreatly blessed, and he was invited to become lecturer on Tem-\\nperance in that city. He remained there nearly two years.\\nThen went to Philadelphia on this same business. He left Phi-\\nladelphia in 1840, for Wyoming, Pennsylvania, where he still\\nresides, devoted to preaching, building up schools, and lecturing\\non Temperance. His health of late is not so robust as formerly,\\nwhen he was in the habit of speaking from one to four times a\\nday, without rest, for months together. He originated the Cold\\nWater Army among the children. He was the first lecturer in\\nfavor of Total Abstinence, and his child s pledge of Total Ab-\\nstinence is thought to be the first generally circulated pledge of\\nthe kind. He early assumed the ground that liquor-selling\\nought to be highly penal. He is widely known as The\\nDrunkard s Friend, and the Liquor-seller s vexation. He mar-\\nried a lady of his native State in 1832. Has five children, all\\ndaughters and tetotallers.", "height": "4304", "width": "3004", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0270.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "E,ngdbyT.Uoney.\\nIWf TolPo lllf,", "height": "4252", "width": "2636", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0273.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4304", "width": "2988", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0274.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "SOME THOUGHTS\\nON THE\\nSUBJECT OF INTEMPERANCE.\\nBY REV. H, HASTINGS WELD.\\nHe will be acknowledged one of the chief benefactors of his\\nrace, who shall devise and submit to the test of experience, the\\nbest and most effectual bar against the vice of Intemperance in\\nthe use of intoxicating liquors. Various attempts have been\\nmade, including, it would seem, every possible direction of\\nhuman wisdom, to abate the evil. Some plans contemplate\\nprevention only, by guarding against the formation of the habit.\\nOthers attempt the reformation of those who have already con-\\ntracted the mad propensity. And in our own day the plans of\\nphilanthropists embrace both the cure of inebriates, and the\\ndiminution of the class, by binding youth, and even infancy to\\ntotal abstinence.\\nIt has been charged that the Americans as a people are or\\nhave been more addicted to strong drink than any other. We", "height": "4256", "width": "2588", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0275.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "228 SOME THOUGHTS ON INTEMPERANCE.\\nare not disposed to concede this and facts and statistics had we\\nplace for them would, we are sure bear us out in the denial.\\nBut we must admit that there is sufficient intemperance in drink\\namong us to shock the most apathetic, and to call for earnest\\nefforts to check the evil. We see many causes for this unfortu-\\nnate fact, some of which seem to be almost irremediable. Fore-\\nmost among these is the universal proneness to excitement,\\nwhich marks our commercial, social, and political lives. This\\ncannot better be denned than by borrowing a phrase from the\\nvernacular a phrase undignified, certainly, but as certainly ex-\\npressive. In all things it is the natural habit to go it with a\\nrush\\nOur commercial affairs are celebrated for crisis occurring\\nalmost with the regularity of periodical agues. Whatever is\\ndone must be done furiously, or the doers fancy that they are\\ndoing nothing. No matter what branch of trade, what pursuit\\nor speculation happens to be the fashion, men madly pursue it,\\nuntil the thing is overdone, and the hobby of the hour is found-\\nered and ridden to death. To-day the merchant or speculator\\ncounts his ideal thousands or millions to-morrow, a change has\\ncome over his dream, and he is in the depth of dejection at his\\nabsolute poverty. If we could divest ourselves of the know-\\nledge of the actual and miserable suffering which attends these\\nsudden exaltations, and reverses as sudden if we could forget\\nthe wife reduced from idle affluence to humiliating want if we\\ncould shut out from our thoughts the children, who feel the turn\\nin fortune s wheel the more keenly, since their inexperienced\\nvanity in prosperity, exposes them to keen insult in adversity\\nif as unconcerned and unfeeling spectators we could observe all\\nthis, no spectacle could be more amusing. The magic changes\\nof the pantomime are nothing to it. No juggler s feat or me-\\nchanical dexterity can produce revolutions so instantaneous.", "height": "4304", "width": "2996", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0276.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "SOME THOUGHTS ON INTEMPERANCE. 229\\nHe who is cynic enough to sneer at misfortune, and to find\\ndiversion in calamity, need desire no more abundant drolleries\\nthan commercial revulsions furnish.\\nNow, what is the effect of all this, in the connection in which\\nwe are considering it its bearing upon individual habits 1 Any\\none of our readers, of ordinary opportunity and capacity of\\nobservation can answer. The speculator who has hazarded his\\nall, and more than all upon the chances of trade not a legiti-\\nmate and healthful, but capricious and reckless enterprize\\ncannot calmly watch his operation, or patiently wait its issue.\\nThe thing were morally impossible. He must mine and coun-\\ntermine. To-day he must fly this kite to-morrow stop that\\ngap now embrace this expedient, and now rack his brain and\\nstrain his credit in that desperate shift. To pause in his anxious\\nstruggle were to ruin all at once, and anticipate the crash which\\nin most cases must eventually come. Hope and Fear alternately\\npossess him and neither Hope nor Fear has signed the pledge.\\nHe elevates the ecstacy of the one, and palliates the terror of\\nthe other, by the grand catholicon the refuge in all ex-\\ntremes, whether of pain or pleasure. And when, at the close\\nof the business hours he finds that three o clock strikes not yet\\nthe knell of his commercial credit, it is no wonder that he aids\\ndigestion, and calms his perturbed spirits in the intoxicating\\naccompaniment to his dinner. The rest of the da^, and far into\\nthe night is his holiday. He seeks repose from the excitements\\nof the Exchange in the excitement of convivial, or other amuse-\\nment; and makes much of the few hours truce between\\nbulls and bears, and buyers and holders.\\nSuch is an extreme case. But all men, except a very few,\\nwise and careful, taught by experience, or saved by position,\\nshare to a greater or less degree, in the dangerous excitement\\nof good times, so designated. All are not desperate. All", "height": "4300", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0277.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "230 SOME THOUGHTS ON INTEMPERANCE.\\nare not reckless. But the reckless and the desperate carry other\\nmen s fortunes with them. The bold game 5 of the few in-\\nfects many, and effects all. All crafts partake of the general\\nprosperity and all in the reverse. Each man in his sphere,\\nto him the world, feels the inflation and suffers from the con-\\ntraction. In such a scene of universal excitement most men\\nare tempted, and many submit to borrow fictitious strength in\\nthe struggle, mock joy in prosperity, and false consolation in\\nadversity from the dangerous bowl. The mechanic and trades-\\nman, the laborer, and other recipients of moderate wages or\\nsmall profits, find their income increased in prosperity, and then\\nindulge because they can afford it. When adversity comes,\\nand labor is difficult to obtain, or their receipts are diminished,\\nor money actually earned is lost or withheld from them, the\\ndangerous comforter is appealed to. Thus are the fluctuations\\nof trade and commerce marked in our mercurial population\\nby the tide of sensual enjoyment only that where commerce\\nhas its flood and ebb, the strong waters have two floods one\\nin the hey-day and madness of success, the other in the des-\\npondence of reverses.\\nSocial life has its excitements also in a great degree depend-\\nent upon trade and politics but still, in some of its phases dis-\\ntinct. There are fashionable follies and extravagances in dress,\\nin traveling, and in the furor of fashionable amusements. All\\nthese sacrifice their victims. It is a glorious thing that in this\\ncountry no determinate and fixed rules of caste or station pin\\nmen down to one sphere, or confine him forever to a set of ac-\\nquaintances. But all advantages may be abused, and all good in\\nhuman customs has some evil phaze. Some men are vulgar and\\nnarrow minded, let their sphere be what it may. Born a duke\\nsuch a man would be the commonest of the common, and\\ndelight in horse-races, strong libations, pugilism, rat-catching,", "height": "4304", "width": "2996", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0278.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "SOME THOUGHTS ON INTEMPERANCE. 231\\ndog -fancying and stale bets. Born a republican he may be no\\nworse, and certainly is no better. Others there are, who by neg-\\nligence or the misfortunes of their parents lose the advantages\\nof education. Fortunate speculation or perhaps unwearied,\\nand to a certain extent praiseworthy industry, puts one of these\\nunfortunates in the possession of money which he knows not\\nhow to spend or of credit, which commands, while it lasts,\\nall that money would buy. The natural tendency to furor\\nwill not suffer him to keep still. He makes large parties, egged\\nto it by the impatience and vanity of wife and daughters. Hav-\\ning caught his guests what is he to do with them 1 Money will\\nnot purchase intellectual amusements nor would it buy guests\\nwho could appreciate such, if it were offered. But money will\\nprocure all the various compounds under which the tempter\\nlurks. If he can do nothing else with his guests, he can, as the\\nMelesian expressed it, eat them and drink them. And thus\\nour social gatherings come in too many cases to possess that\\nchief interest which pertains also to menageries of wild beasts\\nfeeding the animals. Luxury is alwa3^s worse and more con-\\ntemptible in our republic than any where else. A vast field is\\nopened by free institutions for the development and enlarge-\\nment of the mind but when men are content to use these\\nadvantages simply for pampering the body, and debasing the\\nintellect, liberty speedily descends to licentiousness. The frugal\\nbeginner grows to the apparent millionaire, gorges himself, and\\nexplodes retiring to his pristine poverty, without the prudence\\nwhich raised him from want, and without the virtue that made\\nhis poverty honorable. His short-lived wealth has served only\\nto ruin himself, and to place temptation in the way of others.\\nAnother social evil of the first magnitude, is found in the\\nfondness which exists for exciting and dangerous amusements.\\nPublic opinion has been called, and not inaptly, the tyrant", "height": "4284", "width": "2680", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0279.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "232 SOME THOUGHTS ON INTEMPERANCE.\\nof American society. But its most cruel tyranny is not so much\\nin what it forbids, as in what it permits it is not so grievous an\\noppressor in its restrictive, as in its latituclinarian character. It\\nshields multitudes in indulgences which are ruinous to body and\\nsoul. And, under the specious alias of Fashion it imboldens\\nmen in vice, and shames them out of their virtue ridicules\\ntemperance and chastity mocks at the judgment to come, and\\nhurries multitudes unrebuked, into courses at which an unsophis-\\nticated mind, standing on its own judgment and perceptions of\\nright and wrong, would shudder. We are aware that this is\\nstrong language. We are not unconversant with the poetic\\nbeauties of the drama. We have been moved to tears by\\nfinished rhetoric, and have acknowledged the sublime expres-\\nsion of music the more unreservedly perhaps that we are no\\ncritic. We have been familiar with such expressions and works\\nof art as a residence in the principal cities of the Union could\\nafford. With the newspaper editors, open sesame we have\\nbeen made familiar with the public haunts of the American\\npeople and now in a calmer and more even sphere of life\\nwithout prejudice, but with knowledge, we can conscientiously\\ncite the fashionable places of public amusements as constant\\nministers to temptation. Argument is unnecessary upon this\\nsubject to those who are not entranced by their seductive influ-\\nences. And unfortunately argument is wasted upon such as\\nare supported by public opinion in setting the warnings of\\nprudence at naught. Theatres, as at present conducted, have\\nthe most potent evil influence. It is not merely in the maud-\\nlin sentiment which makes vice tolerable the ribald jest which\\nteaches the lad of sixteen to despise his inexperience in sin\\nthe disgraceful levity upon sacred subjects the sensual exhibi-\\ntions which wear away the admiration of virtue. To these are\\nto be added the excitement the fearful excitement, which", "height": "4304", "width": "2948", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0280.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "SOME THOUGHTS ON INTEMPERANCE. 233\\ndrives the novice to other factitious sources to keep up the plea-\\nsurable glow, or to restore jaded faculties. Nor is the habitue\\nof the theatre exempt from danger he to whom the scenes\\nhave become mere canvass who has eaten oysters with Ham-\\nlet, smoked a cigar with King Lear, and bowled with the Moor\\nOthello. The play fails to excite him, and, he must therefore\\ndrink himself up to the enjoyment of it. These are sad facts,\\nbut undeniable. And when fashion sends whole commu-\\nnities to the play-house, as is sometimes, though now more\\nseldom than formerly the case, whole communities pay the\\npenalty.\\nAnother fashionable evil is found in the rush to watering\\nplaces and other summer resorts. For valetudinarians for those\\nalso who desire retreat from city confinement, it is both proper\\nand praiseworthy to seek the country. All who can afford it\\nand more can than do should re-invigorate body and mind by\\na sight of the green fields, or of the wide ocean, and a breath\\nof the fresh air. Bat here again the national furor has begun\\nthe mischief, and the national tyrant has perfected it. Public\\nopinion sanctions acts and courses at watering places, which,\\npursued in the city, would ruin a merchant s name at the Bank,\\nand spoil a tradesman s character with his customers and a\\nlawyer s with his clients. This same public opinion is a\\nvery facile and chamelion-like despot. He adopts as his stand-\\nard the rule of the place. He was the author of the very\\naccommodating maxim When at Rome, do as Romans do.\\nHe will authorize cards and wine in one place, and condemn\\nthem at another and when required will set down cards in his\\nvocabulary as meaning gaming of the most desperate character,\\nand wine as including all products of the worm of the still, at\\nall hours and in any quantities. We do not say that in all\\nwatering places he has carried things to this length but we", "height": "4284", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0281.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "234 SOME THOUGHTS ON INTEMPERANCE.\\ndo say that public opinion, othewise called fashion, has\\ntaught many frequenters of summer resorts, to wear their mo-\\nrality and even their religion as the loosest of loose garments.\\nThe battery dress, worn as a promenade costume in Broadway\\nor Chestnut Street, would not astonish more, than the moral\\nhabits of the watering place would astonish the city. To be\\nsure there are individual exceptions to this remark but can any\\nperson truly say that at the watering place of fashionable resort,\\nhe has not found it easier to excuse omissions of duty, and to\\npalliate infractions of temperance, than at home\\nEnough of this branch of our subject. More will suggest\\nitself to the reader than we care to write, or our publishers\\nwould have space to print. The third great cause of undue\\nnatural excitement is found in the subject of politics. Time\\nwas that this word politics had a meaning, and designated a sci-\\nence which it was worthy of the minds of men to study. Now\\nit principally implies the inquiry whether a village post-master\\nbelongs to one party or another whether city streets are swept\\nby whig brooms or democratic, and city lamps are lighted by\\ndemocratic tapers or whig torches. Follow the question up to\\nthe highest national bureaux, and with far the greater number,\\nthe popular question is the same thing, and the science at Wash-\\nington is still a science of brooms. Among the most industrious\\npoliticians are those who have something to gain or something\\nto lose. These go into the contest with the spirit of covetous-\\nness which urges the commercial speculator, or with the same\\nkind of vanity which inspires the emulator of social position.\\nAnd they feel the same love of excitement which harries the\\ndevotee of public amusement. To the great body of the people\\nthey contrive to impart something of the same spirit to some\\nfrom interest some from love of excitement others from de-\\nsire of amusement and to all from the contagious character of", "height": "4340", "width": "2956", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0282.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "SOME THOUGHTS ON INTEMPERANCE. 235\\na moral epedemic. A great and zealously contested political\\nstruggle is always a great hinderance to the cause of temper-\\nance. And when we hear that an election in any town, State,\\nor number of States has gone off without interest we are\\nsure that it has passed with less than usual detriment. When\\nthe newspapers condole with each other that freemen have\\nbeen culpably remiss we congratulate ourselves upon the fact\\nthat they have avoided another and more dangerous excitement\\nthan that of the hustings proper.\\nSuch are some of the causes of our national intemperance\\nbe that intemperance more or less and now where is the\\nremedy 1 Clearly there is not a full and sufficient remedy in\\nany thing which has been done hitherto. Temperance Socie-\\nties of all varieties of organization, from simple subscription of\\npledges, to the initiation into presumed occult associations have\\nnot provided it. When the tide of temptation sweeps a com-\\nmunity, pledged men and initiated men, temperance auditors\\nand temperance lecturers even, fall or throw themselves into it,\\nand some are swept away past recovery. It is to be feared\\nmoreover that the association of men to watch each other, some-\\ntimes begets a consciousness which provokes to rebellion and\\nmaddens to descent. There is an excellent physical charity in\\nmany of these associations excelleut as far as it goes but we\\nare inclined to fear, from some circumstances which have fallen\\nunder our observation, that there is a lack of Christian\\nCharity.\\nWhere, we repeat, is the remedy? And what, asks an\\nardent believer in human perfectibility, what would you sub-\\nstitute for the present temperance organizations, when you have\\nswept them away 1 My dear sir, we would not sweep them\\naway. As soon would we abrogate and abolish ploughing and\\nharrowing and sowing, because, after all, unless the ground", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0283.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "236 SOME THOUGHTS ON INTEMPERANCE.\\nreceive the sun and rain from above, it will produce nothing.\\nNeither would we substitute any thing for the present temper-\\nance organizations. But we would define their proper place\\nas secondary and not supreme as dependent upon the law of\\nthe Gospel of Christ and second to Christian union and fellow-\\nship. We would place dependence upon God s mercy to peni-\\ntents, above the potency of any mere human resolutions to\\nreform, and to remain reformed.\\nPledges not to make, buy, sell, or use as a beverage intoxi-\\ncating drinks, will not abate the evils of commercial speculation,\\nor cure men of coveteousness, which is adolatry. But there are\\nmany commands and maxims in the Sacred Book, which go to\\nthe root of the evil. Set your affection on things above, and\\nnot on things on the earth. Temperance membership does\\nnot forbid dangerous amusements and participation in human\\nfollies. But God commands Thou shalt not follow a multi-\\ntude to do evil and thus the tyrant, Public opinion, is\\neffectually denied his sovereignty. There are even more com-\\nprehensive precepts than the above Be not conformed to this\\nworld. Nor, again, does Temperance as it is too often advo-\\ncated forbid ambition but God s Word is eloquent in its warn-\\nings against the desire to be seen and honored of men.\\nSuch maxims do we find in the fountain and foundation of all\\nlaw, order, and government the Book in which we may learn\\nthat virtue which is the source of true and great gain in this\\nworld, and the assurance of happiness in another. Its teachings\\ngo to lay the basis of improvement. Its doctrines are not those\\nof men. It concedes nothing to human pride nothing to vain\\nskepticism nothing to mere expediency. And we are fully\\npersuaded that this great people will become a nation of tem-\\nperate men only when it has become a nation of Christian\\nmen. Christ s Church is the great and only efficient Tern-", "height": "4304", "width": "2964", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0284.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "SOME THOUGHTS ON INTEMPERANCE. 237\\nperance Association Temperance in all things for his apos-\\ntles reasoned of righteousness, temperance and judgement to\\ncome. Without depreciating auxiliary and secondary means,\\nlet all true patriots look first to the inculcation of christian\\nknowledge, as the remedy for debasing ignorance to christian\\ncharity, as the guide in our judgement of our fellows and to\\nchristian humility, as the grace which shall enable him that\\nstandeth to take heed lest he fall.", "height": "4244", "width": "2644", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0285.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "ROSEMARY HILL.\\nBY MISS ALICE CAREY.\\nTwas the time he had promised to meet me,\\nTo meet me on Rosemary Hill,\\nAnd I said, at the rise of the eve-star,\\nThe trust he will haste to fulfill.\\nThen I looked to the elm-bordered valley\\nWhere the moon-lighted mist softly lay,\\nBut I saw not the steps of my lover\\nDividing its glory away.\\nThe eve-star grew broader and paler,\\nThe night-dew fell heavy and chill,\\nAnd wings ceased to beat thro the shadows,\\nThe shadows of Rosemary Hill.\\nI heard not, thro hoping and fearing,\\nThe whip-poor-will s magical cry,\\nNor saw I the pale constellations\\nThat swept the blue reach of the sky.", "height": "4304", "width": "2964", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0286.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "ROSEMARY HILL. 239\\nBut fronting despair like a martyr,\\nI pled with my heart to be still,\\nAs round me fell darker and deeper,\\nThe shadows of Rosemary Hill.\\nOn a bough where the red leaves were clinging\\nI leaned as the mid-night grew dumb,\\nAnd told my heart over and over\\nHow often he said he would come.\\nHunting in the dim forest of Arnau,\\nHe has been with his dogs all day long,\\nAnd is weary with winging the plover,\\nOr stayed by the throstles sweet song.\\nThen I heard the low whining of Aldrich,\\nOf Aldrich so blind and so old,\\nWith sleek hide embrowned like the lion s\\nAnd brinded and freckled with gold.\\nHow the pulse of despair in my bosom\\nLeapt back to a joyous thrill\\nAs I went down to meet my lost lover,\\nDown softly from Rosemary Hill.\\nNearer seemed the low whining of Aldrich,\\nMore loudly my glad bosom beat,\\nTill I presently saw by the moonlight\\nA newly-made grave at my feet.", "height": "4252", "width": "2564", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0287.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "240\\nROSEMARY HILL.\\nWhere, silently, sorrowfully drifting\\nAway from love s sheltering ark,\\nI tore from my forehead the lilies,\\nAnd trusted my hopes to the dark.\\nThen took I the passion-vine softly,\\nWhich grew by the stone at the head,\\nAnd when the grave s length I had measured\\nI knew that my lover was dead.\\nSeven summers the sunshine has fallen\\nSince that dreary night-time of ill,\\nBut my heart still is veiled with a shadow,\\nThe shadow of Rosemary Hill.\\nFriend, who art my simple lay reading,\\nWouldst know what my life thus o ercast\\nTwas the mocker that bites like a serpent,\\nAnd stings like an adder at last.", "height": "4336", "width": "2964", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0288.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\nBY MRS. L. H SIGOURNEY.\\nCare, and peril, instead of joy,\\nGuilt and dread shall be thine, rash boy.\\nLo thy mantling chalice of life\\nFoameth with sorrow, and madness, and strife.\\nIt is well. I discern a tear on thy cheek,\\nIt is well. Thou art humble, and silent, and meek.\\nNow, courage again and with peril to cope,\\nGird thee with vigor, and helm thee with hope.\\nMartin Farquhar Tuppkr.\\nA group of villagers surrounded an open grave. A woman,\\nholding two young children by the hand, was bowed down with\\ngrief. There seemed to be no other immediate mourners. But\\nmany an eye turned on them with sympathy, and more than\\none glistened with tears.\\nIn a small, rural community, every death is felt as a solemn\\nthing, and in some measure, a general loss. The circumstances\\nthat attended it, are enquired into, and remembered while in\\ncities, the frequent hearse scarce gains a glance, or a thought,\\nfrom the passing throng.\\nOn this oacasion it was distinctly known, that Mr. Jones, the\\n16", "height": "4236", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0289.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "242\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\ncarpenter of the village, who was that day buried, had led a re-\\nproachless life, and that his death, by sudden disease, in the\\nprime of his days, would be an unspeakable loss to his wife, and\\nlittle ones. Pitying kindness stirred in the hearts of those honest\\npeople, and whatever service their limited means allowed, was\\npromptly rendered. It was the earnest desire of the widow, to\\nkeep, if possible, the cottage where they had resided since their\\nmarriage and which was the more dear, from having been built\\nby the hands of her husband. They respected her diligence\\nand prudence, and at their seasons of fruit-gathering and har-\\nvest she was not forgotten. But as her health, which had been\\nworn down by watching and sorrow, returned, her energies also\\nwere quickened to labor, that she might bring up her children\\nwithout the aid of charity and her efforts were prospered.\\nIn the course of a few years, it was thought advisable for her\\ndaughter, who was ingenious with the needle, to go to a neigh-\\nboring town and obtain instruction in the trade of a dressmaker.\\nRichard, who was two years younger, remained with his moth-\\ner, attending in winter the village-school, and at other periods\\nof the year, finding occasional employment among the farmers\\nin the vicinity. It was seen by all, how much the widow s\\nheart was bound up in him, and how she was always devising\\nmeans for his improvement and happiness.\\nBut as Richard grew older, he liked the society of idle boys,\\nand it was feared did not fully appreciate, or repay her affection.\\nHe was known to be addicted to his own way, and had been heard\\nto express contempt for the authority of women. There were\\nrumors of his having frequented places where liquors were sold\\nyet none imagined the disobedience and disrespect which that\\nlonely cottage sometimes witnessed, for the mother complained\\nonly to her God, in the low sigh of prayer. She was not able\\nto break his intimacy with evil associates, and, ere he reached", "height": "4304", "width": "3040", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0290.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4260", "width": "2616", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0293.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4340", "width": "3040", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0294.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON. 243\\nhis eighteenth year, had too much reason to believe him a par-\\ntaker in their vices.\\nIt was supposed that she was unacquainted with his conduct,\\nbecause she spoke not of it to others, and continued to treat him\\nwith tenderness. But deep love, though sometimes willing to\\nappear blind, is quick-sighted to the faults of its object. It may-\\nkeep silence, but the glance of discovery, and the thrill of tor-\\nture, are alike electric.\\nThe widowed mother had hoped much from the return of her\\ndaughter, and the aid of her young, cheerful spirit, in rendering\\ntheir home attractive. Her arrival, in full possession of her\\ntrade, with the approbation of her employers, gave to her lone\\nheart a joy long untasted. Margaret was an active and loving\\ngirl, graceful in her person, and faithful to every duty. Her\\nindustry provided new comforts for the cottage, while her inno-\\ncent gayety enlivened it.\\nThe widowed mother earnestly besought her assistance, in sav-\\ning their endangered one from the perils that surrounded him\\nand her sisterly love poured itself out upon his heart, in a full,\\nwarm flood. It would seem that he caught the enthusiasm of\\nher example for he returned with more of diligence to his\\nformer labors, while his intervals of leisure were spent at home.\\nWhen his mother saw him seated by their pleasant little hearth,\\nsometimes reading to Margaret, w\\\\ile she plied the needle, or\\noccasionally winding her silks, and arranging the spools in her\\nwork-table, their young voices mingling in song, or laughter,\\nshe felt how powerful was the influence of a good sister, and\\nlifted up her soul in praise to the Rock of their salvation. Some-\\nwhat more of filial respect and observance she might have de-\\nsired, but was content that her own claims should be overlooked,\\nmight he only be rescued. Months fled, and her pallid cheek\\nhad already resumed the tinge of a long-forgotten happiness.", "height": "4268", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0295.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "244\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\nOne day, when spring made the earth beautiful, on entering\\nsuddenly Margaret s little chamber, she surprised her in a pas-\\nsion of tears.\\nMy daughter My dear child\\nOh, mother I wish you had not come, just now.\\nTell me, are you sick?\\nNo, not sick. Only my heart is broken.\\nCan you not trust me with your trouble\\nLong and bursting sobs followed, with stifled attempts at ut-\\nterance.\\nMother, we have been so happy, I cannot bear to destroy it\\nall. Richard, my poor brother.\\nSpeak what has he done\\nHiding her face in her mother s bosom, she said in broken\\ntones,\\nYou ought to know, I must tell you. It cannot longer be\\nconcealed that he often comes home late, and disguised with\\nliquor. I tried to shut out the truth from myself. Then I tried\\nto hide it from others. But it is all in vain.\\nAlas I thought he was changed, that your blessed hand\\nhad saved him. Tell me what you have discovered.\\nI would fain spare you. But I have seen enough, for weeks\\npast, to destroy my peace. Last night, you had retired before\\nhe came. He entered with a reeling step, and coarse, hateful\\nwords. I strove to get him silently to his bed, lest he might\\ndisturb you. But he withstood me. His fair blue eyes were\\nlike balls of fire and he cursed me, till I fled from him.\\nThe mother clasped her closer to her heart, and bathed her\\nbrow with tears.\\nLook to Him, my child, who ordereth all our trials. Night\\nafter night, have I spent in sleepless prayer for the poor, sinful\\nboy.", "height": "4348", "width": "3036", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0296.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON. 245\\nAh! then you have known it long. Mother, you have\\nbeen too indulgent. You should warn and reprove him, and\\ngive him no rest, until he repent and forsake his sin.\\nAll that was in my power to do, has been faithfully done.\\nI have not spared him. But he revolted. He despised my\\nwoman s voice, my motherly love. I forbore to distress your\\nyoung heart with all that I might have revealed. I feared to\\ndamp the courage on which my hopes were built. I told you\\nfreely of his danger from evil associates, but relied on the power\\nof your love too much, too fondly. Yet you have been an\\nangel to him, and to me.\\nMother, I will myself rebuke him. I will speak for you,\\nand for God.\\nMargaret, may He give you wisdom. Should your brother s\\nmind not be in a right state, your words will be hurled back\\nupon your own head. Sometimes, I have poured out my whole\\nsoul in reproof. Then, again, I have refrained, to save him\\nfrom the sin of cursing his mother. Yet speak to him, Marga-\\nret, if you will. May God give power to your words. Still, I\\ncannot but fear lest you take a wrong time, when his feelings\\nare inflamed with intemperance.\\nBe at peace, in this, dearest mother. I will not broach\\nsuch a subject but at a fitting time.\\nThe mother had little hope from the intended appeal of her\\ndaughter. Indeed, she shrank from it, for she best knew the\\ntemper of her son. Yet she humbled herself to go to the\\nvender of liquor, and beseech him to withhold it from him, in\\nthe name of the widow s God. Margaret drooped in secret,\\nbut spoke cheering words to her brother, with an unclouded\\nbrow. One day, he had aided her in some slight operation, in\\nthe garden, with unwonted kindness. She fancied that she saw", "height": "4292", "width": "2616", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0297.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "246\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\nin his eye, the reviving spirit of better days. Throwing her\\narm around his neck, she said,\\nBrother Richard, you can be so good. How I wish it were\\nalways thus.\\nAlways to be working under your orders, I suppose. No\\ndoubt, that would be quite pleasing. All you women like to\\nrule, when you can.\\nNot to rule, but to see those we love rule themselves.\\nIs that what you tell Will Palmer, when he sits here so\\nlong, watching you like a cat, and looking as wise as an owl\\nIf you should chance to marry him, you d tell him another tale,\\nand try always to rule him yourself. Now, Miss Mag Jones,\\ntell the whole truth why is that same deacon that is to be,\\nhere forever 1\\nI will not hide any thing from you, dear Richard, who have\\nknown my thoughts from my cradle. We shall probably be\\nmarried in the autumn, and then\\nAnd then, what\\nOh, brother then, I hope you will do all in your power to\\ncomfort mother, when I shall not be here.\\nNot be here Do you expect to move to Oregon, or sit\\non the top of the Andes, with this remarkable sweetheart of\\nyours\\nWe shall not leave this village. But when I have a new\\nhome and other duties, I hope you will be daughter and son\\nboth, to our poor mother. Remember how hard she has worked\\nto bring us up, how she has watched us in sickness, and prayed\\nfor us, at all times. Her only earthly hope is in us especially\\nin you, her son.\\nMargaret, what are you driving at?\\nOh, Richard forsake those evil associates, who are leading\\nyou to ruin. Break off the habit of drinking, that debases, and", "height": "4304", "width": "3040", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0298.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON. 247\\ndestroys you. For the sake of our widowed mother, for the\\nsake of our father s unblemished memory, for the sake of the\\nsister, who loves you as her own soul\\n(C For the sake of what else Bill Palmer, I presume. Is\\nthere never to be an end to these women s tongues So it has\\nbeen these three years preach, preach, till I have prayed for\\ndeafness. I have had no rest, for Mrs. Jones s eternal sermons\\nand now you must needs come to help her, with your everlast-\\ning gab.\\nThe young girl heeded not that his eyes flashed, and that the\\nveins of his neck were swollen and sanguine. Throwing off\\nthe timidity of her nature, she spoke slowly, and with solemn\\nemphasis, as one inspired.\\nIf you have no pity on the mother who bore you, no tender\\nmemory of the father who laid his hands on your head, when\\nthey were cold in death no regard for an honest, honorable\\nreputation at least, have some pity on your own undying soul,\\nsome fear of the bar of judgment, of the worm that never dies,\\nand seek mercy while there is hope, and repent, that you may\\nbe forgiven.\\nI tell you what, I ll not bear this from you. I know some-\\nthing to make fine words out of, too. Your mother has been\\nslandering me, prohibiting the traffic in liquor, I understand\\nfor aught I know, you were her spokesman. Wise women as\\nif there was but one place on this round world, where it is sold.\\nHypocrites you are, both of you making boast of your love,\\nand publishing evil against me. Look out, how you drive a\\nman to desperation. If you see my face no more, thank your-\\nselves\\nAnd with a hoarse imprecation, he threw himself over the\\ngarden fence, and disappeared. That night there was agoni-\\nzing grief in the pleasant cottage, tears, and listening for the feet", "height": "4268", "width": "2580", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0299.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "248 THE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\nthat came not. Then, were days of vain search, and harrow-\\ning anxiety, closed by sleepless watchings. Alas for the poor\\nmother s heart What had the boy been left to do 1 what\\nHad not his sister been too severe 1 Would that her reproaches\\nhad been less sharp to his sore heart, or that she had taken a\\nbetter time, when he might have been more patient. Thus\\ntravailed the yearning heart of the mother, with the old, blind\\nEden-policy, vain excuse.\\nAgain another tide of struggling emotion. Would he but\\ncome, even as he had so often done, with unequal steps, and\\nmuttered threatenings. Would he only come, that the love\\nwhich had nursed his innocent infancy, might once more look\\nupon his face. Then swept terrible thoughts over the mother s\\nsoul, images of reckless crime, and ghastly suicide. But she\\ngave them not utterance to the daughter who sate beside her,\\nworking and weeping. For she said, the burden of the child\\nis already greater than she can bear.\\nYet he, who was the cause of all this agony, hastened night\\nand day from .the quiet spot of his birth, towards the sea-coast,\\nboiling with passion. He conceived himself to have been\\nutterly disgraced by the prohibition of his mother to the seller\\nof liquors, not feeling that the disgrace was in the sin that had\\nmade such prohibition necessary. He wildly counted those who\\nmost loved him, as conspirators against his peace for vice, to\\nits other distortions of soul, adds the insanity of mistaking the\\nbest friends for enemies.\\nFull of vengeful purpose, and knowing that his mother had\\nlong dreaded lest he should choose the life of a sailor, he hurried\\nto a seaport, and shipped on a whaling voyage. As the vessel\\nwas to sail immediately, to be absent more than three years,\\nand he entered under a feigned name, it gave him pleasure that\\nhe should thus baffle pursuit or discovery.", "height": "4336", "width": "3016", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0300.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON. 249\\nLet them trace me, if they can, said he and when I get\\nback, I ll sail again, without seeing them. They may preach\\nnow as long as they please, but I ll be out of their hearing.\\nThus, in the madness of a sinful heart, he threw himself\\nupon the great deep, without a thought of kindness towards\\nman, or a prayer to God. Yet he was ill-prepared for the lot\\nof hardship he had chosen, the coarse fare, the iron sway, the\\nlong night-watch, and the slippery shroud in the tempest. To\\ndrown misery in the daily allowance of liquor, was his princi-\\npal resource, when at first the sea-sickness seized him, and\\nafterwards, when his sea-sins sank him still lower in brutality.\\nVile language, bad songs, and frequent broils were the enter-\\ntainments of the forecastle while the toilsome duties of a raw\\nsailor before the mast, were imbittered by the caprices of the\\ncaptain, himself a votary of intemperance. A stronger shadow-\\ning forth of the intercourse of condemned spirits could scarcely\\nbe given, than the fierce crew of that rude vessel exhibited, shut\\nout, for years, from all humanizing and holy influences. Yet\\nstrange to say, the recreant, who had abused the indulgences of\\nhome and the supplications of love, derived some benefit where\\nit could least have been anticipated. Indolence was exchanged\\nfor regular employment, and he learned the new and hard les-\\nson of submission to authority and whenever a lawless spirit is\\nenforced to industry, and the subjugation of its will, it must be\\nin some degree a gainer. So, with the inconsistency of our\\nfallen nature, the soul that had spurned the sunbeam, and hard-\\nened under the shower, was arrested by the thunderbolt, and\\ntaught by the lightning.\\nIn the strong excitement and peril of conflict with the huge\\nmonarch of the deep, he gained some elevation, by a temporary\\nforgetfulness of self for that one image, long magnified and\\ndilated, had closed the mind to all ennobling prospects, and", "height": "4276", "width": "2564", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0301.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "250\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\ngenerous resolves. The dead-lights of the soul had been so\\nlong shut in, that the first ray that streamed through them\\nseemed new and wonderful.\\nAccident and ill-fortune protracted their voyage, several\\nmonths beyond its intended limits. While pursuing a home-\\nward course, some seasons of serious reflection, when not under\\nthe sway of intemperance, came over Richard Jones. For he\\nwas not utterly hardened and prayers continually rose up from\\nhis forsaken home, that, if yet in the land of the living, he\\nmight repent, and find hope. Conscience, at times, wrought\\npowerfully, so that he dreaded to be alone, or turned as a refuge\\nto the vile revelry of comrades whom he despised.\\nOnce, as he paced the deck in his midnight watch, while the\\nvessel went rushing onward through the deep, dark sea, solemn\\nthoughts settled heavily around him. Here, and there, a star\\nlooked down upon him, with watchful, reproving eye. He\\nfelt alone, in the presence of some mighty, mysterious Being.\\nEarly memories returned; the lessons of the Sabbath-school,\\nthe plaintive toll of the church-bell, the voice of his mother, as\\nseated on her knee, she taught him of the dear Saviour, who\\ntook the children to his breast, and blessed them.\\nA few drops of rain, from a passing cloud, fell upon his head.\\nIn the excitement of the reverie, he gasped,\\nThese are her tears Yes Just so they felt on my fore-\\nhead, when she used to beseech me to forsake the foolish, and\\nlive, and go in the way of understanding.\\nHe leaned over the vessel s side. The rain-drops ceased, and\\nthe phosphorescence of the waters was like a great lake of fire.\\nThe billows rose, tossing their white crests for a moment, and\\nthen sank into the burning flood. He watched them till his\\nbrain grew giddy. Presently, a single faint moonbeam shot\\nthrough the cleft of a cloud. As it glimmered over the surge,", "height": "4304", "width": "2900", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0302.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON. 251\\nhe thought a face loomed up, and gazed on him, a fair young\\nface, paler than marble. A hand seemed to stretch itself out,\\narms to bend in an embracing clasp, a floating death-shroud\\ngleamed, and all was lost forever.\\nOh, Margaret! oh, my sister! he shrieked, just so she\\nlooked when she adjured me, in the name of God, to have pity\\non my poor mother, and on my own soul.\\nAs if he had witnessed her funeral obsequies, he wept in\\nremorseful grief. His watch closed. In horror of spirit, he\\nretired, but not to sleep. Even the hardened men who sur-\\nrounded him forbore to jeer, when they heard him moan in\\nanguish, Oh, Margaret oh, my sister\\nThese strong and painful impressions scarcely wore away\\nduring the brief remainder of the voyage. When he saw in\\ndim outline, the hills of his country gleaming amid the clouds,\\na new joy took possession of his soul. And when his feet\\nrested again on the solid earth, and he received his wages, his\\nfirst thought was to hasten and share them with those whom he\\nhad so recklessly forsaken.\\nWill you come to my house, sir said a man, upon the\\nwharf, near him. Good accommodations, sir, for sailor gen-\\ntlemen. Everything, first cut and first cost.\\nWhere is your house\\nNear by. Here, boy take this fine young man s chest\\nalong. I ll show you the way, sir. The favorite boarding-\\nhouse for all jolly, noble-spirited tars.\\nIt was evident that he was now in the power of a land-shark.\\nAlas for all his hopes the struggles of conscience, the rekind-\\nling of right affections. Temptation, and the force of habit,\\nwere too strong for him. Almost continually intoxicated, his\\nhard earnings vanished, he knew not how, or where. It was\\nnot long ere his rapacious landlord pronounced him in debt, and", "height": "4284", "width": "2576", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0303.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "252\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON\\nproduced claims which he was unable to meet. His chest with\\nall its contents was seized, and he, miserably clad, and half\\nbewildered, was turned into the streets, by his sordid betrayer.\\nAs the fumes of prolonged-inebriety subsided, horrible images\\nsurrounded him. Smothered resolutions, and pampered vices,\\nsprang from the seething caldron of his brain, frowning and\\ngibbering like ghostly tormentors. Monstrous creatures grinned\\nand beckoned, and when he would have fled, cold slimy ser-\\npents seemed to coil around and fetter his trembling limbs.\\nStill, with returning reason came a deeper misery. He de-\\nsired to die, but death fled from him. Covering his face with\\nhis hands, as he sate on the ground, in the damp, chill air of\\nevening, he meditated different forms of suicide. He would\\nfain have plunged into the sea, but his tottering limbs failed\\nhim. Searching for his knife, the only movable that remained\\nto him, he examined its blunted edge, and loosened blade, as if\\ndoubting their efficiency. Thus* engaged, by the dim light of\\na street-lamp, groans, as if the pangs of death had seized him,\\nburst from his heaving breast. Half believing himself already\\na dweller with condemned spirits, he started at the sound of a\\nhuman voice.\\nThee art in trouble, I think.\\nThe eyes once so clear in days of innocence, opening wide\\nand wild, glared with amazement on the calm, compassionate\\nbrow of a middle-aged man, in the garb of a Quaker. The\\nknife fell from his quivering hand, and sounded on the pave-\\nment. But there was no answer.\\nThee art in great trouble, friend\\nFriend Friend Who calls me friend I have no\\nfriends, but the tormentors to whom I am going.\\nHast thou a wife? or children 1\\nNo, no God be thanked. No wife, nor children. I tell", "height": "4304", "width": "2900", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0304.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON. 253\\nyou there are no friends left, but the fiends who have come for\\nme. No home, but their eternal fires. Shoals of them were\\nhere just now, ready aye, ready and he laughed a de-\\nmoniac laugh.\\nPoor, poor youth I see thee art a sailor.\\nI was once. What I am now, I know not. I wish to be\\nnothing. Leave me to myself, and those that are howling\\naround me. Here here I come and he groped aimlessly\\nfor his lost knife.\\nThe heart of the philanthropist yearned as over an erring\\nbrother. The spirit of the Master who came to seek and to\\nsave the lost, moved within him.\\nAlas poor victim. How many have fallen, like thee,\\nbefore the strong man armed. Sick art thou, at the very soul.\\nI will give thee shelter for the night. Come with me, to my\\nhome.\\nHome! Home V shouted the inebriate, as if he under\\nstood him not. And while the benevolent man, taking his arm,\\nstaid his uncertain footsteps, he still repeated, but in tones more\\nhumanized and tender, Home your home What me a\\nsinner until a burst of unwonted tears relieved the fires\\nwithin.\\nAnd as that blessed man led him to his own house, and laid\\nhim upon a good bed, speaking words of comfort heard he not\\nfrom above that deep, thrilling melody, I was sick, and ye\\nvisited me, in prison, and ye came unto me. Inasmuch as ye\\nhave done it unto one of these, ye have done it unto me\\nWith reviving day the sinful man revived humbled in heart,\\nand sad. Subdued by suffering, and softened by a kindness,\\nwhich he felt to be wholly undeserved, he poured out a fervent\\nprayer for divine aid in the great work of reformation. He was\\nglad to avail himself, without delay, of the proposal of his bene-", "height": "4292", "width": "2580", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0305.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "254\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\nfactor, to enter on service in a temperance ship ready to sail\\nimmediately for the East Indies.\\nI am acquainted with the captain, said the good man,\\nand can induce him to take thee. I am also interested in the\\nvessel, and in the results of her voyage. A relative of mine,\\ngoes out as supercargo. Both of them will be thy friends, if\\nthou art true to thyself. But intemperance bringeth sickness to\\nthe soul, as well as to the body. Wherefore, pray for healing,\\nand strive for penitence, and angels who rejoice over the return-\\ning sinner, will give thee aid.\\nSelf-abasement, and gratitude to his preserver, swelled like an\\noverwhelming flood, and choked his utterance.\\nAll men have sinned, my son, though not all in the same\\nway. But there is mercy for every one that sorroweth, and\\nforsaketh the evil. God hath given me the great happiness to\\nhelp some who have fallen as low as thee. Thank Him, there-\\nfore, and not the poor arm of flesh. May He give thee strength\\nto stand firm on the Rock of salvation.\\nBroken words, mingled with tears, struggled vainly to express\\nthe emotions of the departing sailor. His benefactor once more\\nshaking him heartily by the hand, bade him farewell.\\nPeace be with thee, on the great waters. And remember\\nto strive and pray.\\nA new world seemed to open upon the rescued one. Of the\\nquietness and order that pervaded a temperance ship, he had no\\nanticipation. There were neither quarrels nor profanity, so\\ncommon among the crew, nor arrogance, and capricious punish-\\nment, on the part of those in power. Cheerful obedience, and\\njust authority prevailed, as in a well-regulated family. He was\\nboth surprised and delighted to find his welfare an object of\\ninterest with the officers of the ship, to receive kind counsel", "height": "4344", "width": "2992", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0306.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON. 255\\nfrom them, and to be permitted to employ his brief intervals of\\nleisure with the well-chosen volumes of a seaman s library.\\nStill it was not with him, as if he had never sinned. Not all\\nat once could he respire freely in a pure atmosphere. Physical\\nexhaustion, from the withdrawal of stimulants to which he had\\nbeen long accustomed, sometimes caused such deep despondence,\\nthat life itself seemed a burden.\\nCherished vice brings also a degree of moral obliquity. Every\\npermitted sin lifts a barrier between the clear shining of God s\\ncountenance, and the cold and frail human heart. Perverted\\ntrains of thought, and polluted remembrances still lingered with\\nwith him, and feelings long debased, did not readily acquire an\\nupward tendency. Yet the parting admonition of his benefactor\\nto strive and pray, ever sounded in his ears, and became the\\nmotto of his soul. By little and little, through faithful obedi-\\nence, he obtained the victory. His improvement was noticed\\nby others, before he dared to congratulate himself; for humility\\nhad strangely become a part of his character, who once defied\\nall laws, human and divine. His countenance began to resume\\nthe ingenuous expression of early years, and the eyes, so long\\nfiery, or downcast, looked up with the clearness of hope.\\nBlessings on the temperance ship he often ejaculated, as\\nhe paced the deck in his nightly watch, and eternal blessings\\non the holy man, who snatched me from the lowest hell.\\nAt his arrival in a foreign port, he was watchful to avoid\\nevery temptation. His friend, the supercargo, took him under\\nhis especial charge, and finding him much better educated than\\nis usual with sailors, gave him employment of a higher nature,\\nwhich was both steady and lucrative. His expenses were regu-\\nlated with extreme economy, that he might lay up more liber-\\nally for those dear ones at home, whose images became more", "height": "4300", "width": "2584", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0307.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "256\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\nand more vivid, as his heart threw off the debasing dominion\\nof intemperance, and its host of evils.\\nThe returning voyage was one of unmingled satisfaction.\\nCompunction had given place to a healthful virtue, whose root\\nwas not in himself.\\nWhy is this he often soliloquized why should I be\\nsaved, while so many perish 1 How have I deserved such\\nmercy, who willingly made a beast of myself, through the fiery\\ndraught of intemperance Oh, my mother I know that thy\\nprayers have followed me, they have saved me.\\nWith what a surpassing beauty did the hills of his native land\\ngleam upon his eye, unfolding before him, like angel s wings.\\nHe felt also, that an angel s mission was his to the hearts that\\nloved him, and which he in madness had wounded. Immedi-\\nately on reaching the shore, he began his journey to them.\\nStopping his ears to the sounds of the city, where he had once\\nsunk so low, he hurried by its haunts of temptation, less from\\nfear, than from sickening disgust.\\nAutumn had ripened its fruits, without sacrificing the verdure\\nof summer. It was the same season that, seven years before,\\nhe had traversed this region. But with what contrasted pros-\\npects, and purposes How truly has it been said, that no two\\nindividuals can differ more from each other, than the same indi-\\nvidual may, at different periods of life, differ from himself.\\nRichard Jones scarcely paused on his way for sleep, or for\\nrefreshment. He sought communion with none. The food of\\nhis own thoughts sufficed. As he drew near the spot of his\\nbirth, impatience increased almost beyond endurance. The\\nrapid wheels seemed to make no progress, and the distance to\\nlengthen interminably. Quitting the public vehicle, which did\\nnot pass that secluded part of the village where his parental\\ncottage was situated, he sought it in solitude. It was pleasant", "height": "4340", "width": "2900", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0308.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON. 257\\nto him to come thus unknown, and he meditated the rapturous\\nsurprise he was about to create.\\nThose rocks that river can they be the same 1 The roof\\nthe very roof and the maple that shaded it. But the garden-\\nfence, the gate, are broken and gone. Where is the honey-\\nsuckle that Margaret trained. He was about to lift the latch,\\nto burst in, as in days of old. But other thoughts came over\\nhim, and he knocked gently, as a stranger again, more earnestly.\\nWho is there 1\\nIt was a broad, gruff accent. He opened the door a large,\\ncoarse woman stood there, with sleeves rolled above her red\\nelbows, toiling at the wash-tub.\\nDoes the Widow Jones live here\\nThe Widow who why, Lord, no. I live here myself, to be\\nsure.\\nThe quivering lips, and parched tongue, scarcely articulated,\\nWhere is Margaret Jones 1\\nHow should I know 1 I never hearn o such a one, not I.\\nTho I ve been here, and hereabouts, this two year, I reckon.\\nA horror of great darkness fell upon the weary traveler. He\\nturned from the door. Whither should he go There was no\\nneighboring house, and had there been, he\u00c2\u00bbwould fain have hid-\\nden his misery from all who had ever known him. Instinctively\\nhe entered the burial-ground, which was near by. There was\\nhis father s grave with its modest stone, where he had been so\\noften led in childhood. By its side was another, not fresh, yet\\nthe sods were imperfectly consolidated, and had not gathered\\ngreenness. He threw himself upon it, he grasped a few dry\\nweeds that grew there, and waved in the rising blast.\\nThis is to be alone in the world Oh God I have deserved\\nit I was her murderer but I dreamed not of such misery\\nLong he lay there, in his tempestuous grief, without being\\n17", "height": "4276", "width": "2572", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0309.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "258\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\nsensible of a faint hollow sound, heard at regular intervals. It\\nwas the spade of the sexton, casting up earth and stones from\\nthe depth of a grave, in which he labored. Even his deaf ear\\ncaught the voice of anguish, as he finished his work. Coming\\nforward, he stood in wonder, as if to illustrate the description of\\nthe poet\\nNear to a grave that was newly made,\\nLean d the sexton thin, on his earth-worn spade,\\nA relic of by-gone days, was he,\\nAnd his locks were as white as the foam of the sea.\\nStarting at that withered effigy, which in the dim haze of\\ntwilight seemed more like a ghost than a man, he exclaimed,\\nDid you ever hear of a middle-aged woman, called the\\nWidow Jones 1\\nHear of her! I know d her well, and her husband too.\\nAn honest, hard-working man he was; and when he died, was\\nwell spoke of, through all this village.\\nAnd his wife\\nWhy everybody pitied her, inasmuch as her husband died\\nso sudden, and left leetle, or no means behind, for her and the\\nchildren.\\nThere were children, then q\\nYes, two on em. She worked hard enough, to bring em\\nup, I guess. I remember the funeral, as if it twas only yester-\\nday. I stood just about where you do now and I used this\\nspade, the very first time it ever was used, to dig that same grave.\\nWith a convulsive effort, as when one plucks a dagger from\\nhis breast, he asked faintly,\\nWhen did she die\\nDie mercy on you Why, I don t s pose she s dead at\\nall. Sure, I should have been called on to dig the grave, if she\\nhad died that s sartain. I ve had all the business of that sort,", "height": "4344", "width": "3024", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0310.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON. 259\\nin these parts, as you may say, for this forty year, and better.\\nThere did once come a person from the North country, and try\\nto undersell me. But he didn t do his work thorough. His\\ngraves caved in. He couldn t get a living, and so he went off.\\nI ll show ye one of the graves of his digging, if you ll just\\ncome along.\\nTell me, for God s sake if the Widow Jones still lives 1\\nWhy, man what s the matter on ye 1 you re as white as\\nthe tomb-stones. I tell ye, she s alive, for aught I know to the\\ncontrary. She moved away from here, a considerable time ago.\\nIt an t so well with her, as twas in days past.\\nGrasping the sexton strongly by the arm, he demanded,\\nWhere is she to be found 1\\nOh Lord help help the man will murder me, I verily\\nbelieve. Did ye ever hear of what was called the stone-house 1\\njust at the hither eend of the next village, after you cross a\\nbridge, and go up a hill, and turn to the right, and see a small\\ncluster of buildings, and a mill, and a meetin -house Well,\\nshe lives there in a kind of suller-room, for I was a telling you,\\nI expect, she an t none too well off. Goodness the creature is\\ngone as if he wanted to ride a streak o lightning, and whip up.\\nHe is demented, without a doubt. What a terrible risk I ve\\nrun! Deliver us from crazy men, here among the tombs.\\nHow awful my arm aches, where he clutched it.\\nWhile the garrulous sexton made his way to his own dwell-\\ning, to describe his mysterious guest, and imminent peril of life\\nthe supposed maniac was traversing the intervening space with\\nbreathless rapidity. Lights began to glimmer from the sparsely-\\nsprinkled dwellings. The laborers, returning from toil, took\\ntheir evening repast with their families. Here and there, a\\nblazing hearth marked the dullness of advancing autumn.\\nRushing onward towards a long, low building of gray stone,", "height": "4304", "width": "2580", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0311.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "260\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\nwhich appeared to have many tenements, he leaned a moment\\nagainst its walls, to recover respiration, and bowing down,\\nlooked through an uncurtained window in its gloomy base-\\nment. By the flickering light of some brush-wood, burning in\\nthe chimney, he saw a woman placing the fragments of a loaf\\nupon a table, beside which sate two young children. She was\\nthin, and bent but having her head turned from him, he was\\nunable to see her features. Could that be her so changed]\\nYet, the come in that responded to his rap, was in a tone\\nthat thrilled his inmost soul.\\nHave you any food to bestow 1 I have travelled far, and\\nam hungry.\\nSit down, sir, here at the table. I wish I had something\\nbetter to offer you. But you are welcome to our poor fare.\\nAnd she pushed towards him the bread and the knife. He\\ncut a slice, with a trembling hand. The youngest child, watch-\\ning the movement, whispered, with a reproachful look,\\nGranny you said I should have two pieces to night, cause\\nthere was no dinner.\\nHush, Richard said the little sister, folding her arms\\naround his neck.\\nThe returning wanderer with difficulty maintained his dis-\\nguise, as he marked the deep wrinkles on that brow, which he\\nhad left so comely.\\nHave you only this broken loaf, my good woman I fear\\nthe portion I have taken, will not leave enough for you and\\nthese little ones.\\nWe shall have more to-morrow, sir, if God will. It was\\nnot always thus with us. When my dear daughter and her\\nhusband were alive 3 there was always a sufficiency for the chil-\\ndren, and for me. But they are both dead, sir the father, last\\nyear, and she, when that boy was born.", "height": "4304", "width": "2900", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0312.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON. 261\\nHad you no other children\\nYes, sir. One, a son, a dear and most beautiful boy. Long\\nyears have passed, since he went away. Whether he is in the\\nland of the living, God only knows.\\nHer suppressed sob was changed to surprise and resistance, as\\nthe stranger would fain have folded her in his arms. Then,\\nkneeling at her feet, and holding her thin hands in his, he\\nsaid,\\nMother dear mother can you forgive me all 1\\nThere was no reply. The sunken eyes strained wide open,\\nand fixed. Color fled from the lips. He carried her to the\\npoor, low bed, and threw water upon her temples. He chafed\\nthe rigid hands, and in vain sought for some restorative to\\nadminister.\\nWretch that I am Have I indeed killed her 1\\nAnd then the shrieks of the children grew shrill and deaf-\\nening\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe strange man has killed grandmother\\nBut the trance was brief. Light came to the eye, and joy to\\nthe heart, known only to that of the mother who, having sown\\nin tears, beholds suddenly the blessed, unexpected harvest.\\nDo I live to see thy face 1 Let me hear thy dear voice\\nonce more, my son.\\nBut the son had vanished. At his return came supplies, such\\nas that poor, half-subterranean apartment had never before wit-\\nnessed and ere long, with those half-famished children, they\\npartook of a repast, whose rich elements of enjoyment have\\nseldom been surpassed on this troubled earth.\\nWhat a good, strange man said the satisfied boy.\\na We must not call him the strange man any more, but our\\nuncle, said little Margaret; so he told me himself.", "height": "4284", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0313.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "262\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\nWhy must we say so 1\\nBecause he was dear mother s dear brother, just as you are\\nmine. Did not you see that he cried, when grandmother told\\nhim she was dead?\\nWell, I shall love him for that, and for the good supper he\\ngave us.\\nHave you here my father s large Bible asked the son of\\nthe widow. She brought it forth from its sacred depository,\\ncarefully wrapped in a towel. Tears of rapturous gratitude\\nchased each other along the furrows, which bitter and burning\\nones had made so deep, as she heard him, with slow and solemn\\nutterance, read that self-abasing melody of the Psalmist Have\\nmercy upon me, God, according to thy loving-kindness\\naccording to the multitude of thy mercies, blot out my trans-\\ngressions.\\nThis was the Psalm, that during his brokenness of spirit, on\\nthe deep waters, had been his comforter and now he seemed to\\nbreathe into its eloquent words, the soul of penitence and devo-\\ntion. At its close, he kneeled and poured out a fervent prayer\\nto the God of their salvation and the sleep which fell that\\nnight upon all the habitants of that lowly abode, was sweet as\\nan angel s smile.\\nThe daily efforts of Richard Jones, for the comfort of his\\nmother, were beautiful. Her unspoken wishes were studied\\nwith a zeal, which feels it can never either fully repay, or atone.\\nFor her sake, and for that of the little orphans intrusted to their\\ncare, he rejoiced at the gains, which, through the friendship of\\nthe supercargo, he had been enabled to acquire in a foreign\\nclime, and which to their moderated desires were comparative\\nwealth.\\nBut amid the prosperity which had been granted him, he still", "height": "4340", "width": "3020", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0314.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "THE WIDOW AND HER SON. 263\\nturned with humility to the memorials of his wasted years. In\\nhis conversations with his mother, he frankly narrated his sins\\nand while he went down into the dark depths whither intemper-\\nance had led him, she shuddered, and was silent. Yet, when\\nhe spoke of the benefactor who had found him in the streets,\\nready to become a self-murderer, she raised her clasped hands,\\nand with, strong emotion besought blessings on him who had\\nsaved a soul from death. They felt that it is not the highest\\nand holiest compassion to relieve the body s ills but to rescue\\nand bind up the poor heart that hath wounded itself, and which\\nthe world hath cast out, to be trodden down in its unpurged\\nguilt.\\nHe was not long in discovering how the heart of his mother\\nyearned after that former home, from which poverty had driven\\nher. On inquiry, he found that it might be obtained, having\\nbeen recently tenanted by vagrant people. The time that he\\ndevoted to its thorough repair was happily spent. Its broken\\ncasements were replaced, and its dingy walls whitened. The\\nfences were restored, with the pretty gate, over whose arch he\\npromised himself, that another season should bring the blossom-\\ning vine that his lost sister had loved.\\nHe sought also, in various places, those articles of furniture\\nwhich had been disposed of through necessity, and which he\\nhad valued in earlier days. Soon the old clock, with a new\\ncase, merrily ticked in the corner, and the cushioned arm-chair\\nagain stood by the hearth-stone. Near it was poor Margaret s\\nwork-table, with a freshly polished surface, on which he laid,\\nwhen about to take possession, the large family Bible bearing\\nhis father s name.\\nBright and happy was that morning, when leaning on his\\narm, the children walking hand in hand beside them, neatly", "height": "4284", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0315.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "264\\nTHE WIDOW AND HER SON.\\napparelled, the widowed mother approached the home endeared\\nby tender recollections, and whence, poor and desolate, she had\\ngone forth. As she paused a moment at the door, the overflow-\\ning, unutterable emotion, was gratitude for the restored virtue of\\nthe being most beloved on earth. It would seem that congenial\\nthoughts occupied him, for drawing her arm more tenderly\\nwithin his own, he said Lo this thy son was dead, and is\\nalive again, and was lost, and is found.", "height": "4304", "width": "2984", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0316.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "THE TEMPERANCE REFORMATION,\\nAND THE CHURCH.\\nBY REV. E. N. KIRK.\\nThis great moral reformatory movement presents a novel\\nfeature in human history. It stands alone as an enterprise\\nwhose aim is the destruction of a single vice as an enterprise\\ngrowing in strength forming a literature of its own revolution-\\nizing the habits of a large part of one nation; and creating\\na new standard of morality in the Church and in the world,\\nthere. The theatre of its triumph is the United States of America\\nthe citizens of which, mainly descended from the northern\\nnations of Europe, had inherited the maxims, customs, and\\ntastes of their Saxon and Celtic ancestors. The use of intoxi-\\ncating beverages was interwoven with all the interesting occur-\\nrences of social life, and much of the festive enjoyment of\\ndomestic life. The constant medical employment of these dan-\\ngerous substances, had likewise placed the vice of intemperance\\nbeyond the range of ordinary restraining and redeeming influ-\\nences. A vast pecuniary interest was enlisted in behalf of these\\ncustoms and the example of every family in the land, almost", "height": "4252", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0317.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "266\\nTHE TEMPERANCE REFORMATION\\nwithout exception, had become dangerous, if not destructive to\\nthe young. In this state of things it became perfectly obvious\\nto some philanthropic men, that the ordinary influence of the\\nchurch, and the existing mode of preaching would never reach\\nthis growing evil. Drunkenness was increasing. Men were\\ndisgraced for the crime. But the examples and maxims of the\\nneighbors who despised them, had directly created the despicable\\nhabits.\\nIn view of these facts, it was determined that a new public\\nsentiment must be created by organization, or combination of\\neffort to enlighten the public conscience.\\nIn speaking of this as a peculiar enterprise, allusion is made\\nto the fact, that while very few vices have ever been attacked\\nby such a combination of moral influences apart from the church,\\nno similar combination has ever enjoyed such success.\\nBut where are we now 1 A very interesting inquiry indeed\\nAnd one which may bring very diverse answers. The period\\nof excitement is certainly past. The phrase of the reformers\\ncombination too, is pretty much past away. And it is then\\nan interesting inquiry where are we 1 All is not gained that\\nwas once hoped for, and even expected. The traffic in alcohol\\nis not demonstrated to be in all cases, and unqualifiedly, wrong.\\nWere it possible to make it appear so, then the makers and\\nvenders would stand in all cases on a level with gamblers, and\\nthe proprietors of vile houses. The use of any thing that intox-\\nicates is not in every case, an absolute wrong. This fact has\\nleft the vice of drunkenness still where many other vices are\\nIt is evident that some men are vicious, but it is difficult always\\nto tell where their viciousness begins. Yet something has been\\ngained much indeed If we could compute the numbers res-\\ncued from the habits of intemperance, and the greater numbers\\nsaved from the evils and perils of forming the habit, we should", "height": "4304", "width": "2936", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0318.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "AND THE CHURCH. 267\\nsee a work worthy of a thousand-fold more energy and money\\nthan it has actually cost. But a still greater result is seen in\\nthe principles established and widely embraced, which were\\nnot understood and believed, thirty years ago. It is now\\nknown that alcohol is not man s beverage that to make and\\nvend and use it, as such, is a moral wrong. Its medicinal use\\nalso is now more vigilantly guarded and its connection with\\nsocial life is, with a large class of the community, entirely\\ndissolved.\\nBut, as a Reformation, where is it 1 Gradually ceasing to hold\\nits prominent place because its mission is just so far fulfilled,\\nas it has incorporated its higher morality with the religion of the\\nland. On this point the friends of Temperance may differ.\\nBut my opinion I give, as freely as I permit others to give theirs.\\nMorality cannot long be upheld separate from Religion. And\\nthe only propriety in organizing a separate institution for pro-\\nmoting any branch of virtue, is that, for some reason, the\\nchurch will not advocate the true standard on that point. Then,\\nlet whoever has more light than the church, combine with\\nothers, to show his light. And he may be sure, that in the end,\\nthe true chuch will embrace his doctrine, and thenceforward\\nenforce it with all the sanctions of religion. So far as this is\\naccomplished, the end of such organizations is accomplished\\nand the necessity for their existence ceases. The idea of any\\ninstitution becoming permanent, whose sole object is the pro-\\nmotion of one, and that an external virtue, is not enforced by\\nany thing in man s nature or in the history of society.\\nHow long then shall this reformation be continued by the aid\\nof distinct organizations 1 Just so long as the Church fails to\\nadoptit fully as her own, if sufficient enthusiasm can be kept\\nalive to sustain it. But the view here presented suggests these\\nconsiderations to reformers. All attempts to make the Temper-", "height": "4264", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0319.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "268\\nTHE TEMPERANCE REFORMATION,\\nance Reformation from intemperance, merely a secular interest,\\nappealing to the lower desires of temporal good, and acting in\\nindependence of the sanctifying spirit of God, is as unwise, as\\nit is unchristian. I saw a recent article which charged a leading\\nreformer with being visionary, because one of his sources of\\nhope was the agency of the Holy Spirit in revivals of religion.\\nIf that is not practical, as the writer seems to think, then\\nman has no hold on heaven, and his hope of deliverance from\\none form of sin must be rendered vain by the conviction that all\\nhis reformations will be but a lopping off the branches, while\\nthe root and sap are unchanged. Make the tree good, said\\nthe great Reformer. And to help man obey that radical com-\\nmand, he promised to send the Holy Spirit.\\nAnother consideration suggested by this view, is, that the\\nfriends of virtue should not remit their efforts in this particular\\ndirection, until the true ground is taken by the Church on this\\nsubject. Let the sacramental question alone let the medical\\nmen determine what they alone are competent to determine on\\nthis subject. Let legislative bodies license or refuse to license\\nthe sale of poison to suicides. Let men traffic in blood, who\\nlove the employment. Be all this as it may, one thing is clear\\nas a fact, and one course is manifestly right the use of intoxi-\\ncating beverages the mere gratification of animal appetite as\\nan end any pursuit of pleasure as an end, is immoral and- un-\\nchristian. The Church of Christ therefore must exert all her\\nlegitimate influence to enlighten and quicken the consciences of\\nman on this subject.\\nShall she discipline for Intemperance Every one answers\\naffirmatively, in cases where witnesses will testify to a positive\\nact of drunkenness in a Church-member. But shall her discip-\\nline be administered for trading in intoxicating beverages; for\\nusing wines at the table 1 Questions easily proposed not so", "height": "4304", "width": "2964", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0320.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "AND THE CHURCH. 269\\neasily answered. If you discipline for trading in alcohol, you\\nmust draw a clear line between those who trade in it indis-\\ncriminately, and those who trade, only, with the intention of\\nhaving it rightly used, and only with the persons who use it\\naright. I do not say, there will not be cases where a man pro-\\nfessing to serve Christ is so manifestly Scattering firebrands,\\narrows and death, that a Church may see her way clear to\\nexcommunicate him, after having exhausted all other proper\\ninfluences to withdraw him from the work of murder. But it\\nwill be found in practice, a matter involving many difficulties.\\nIt must at last be referred to the judgment and conscience of a\\nChurch, where the Word of God presents no specific legislation,\\nto apply its general laws to particular cases. I am sure that a\\nChurch has the right to require of a wholesale dealer in alcohol,\\nwho is in her communion, that he conscientiously restrict his\\nsales to cases where he has sufficient reason to believe that it is\\nto be employed for medicinal, sacramental and chemical pur-\\nposes. How long she shall remonstrate with one who refuses\\nto hear the Church, cannot be determined by rule. A still\\nharder case is that of the social use of wines. I know of no\\nChurch that has yet commenced the exercise of her discipline\\nfor the practice of placing wine on the table. If we ought to\\ndo so; if the example of the marriage in Cana presents no\\nobstacle to such a course, then the Reformers must continue\\ntheir work, until the Church shall take that ground. Let us\\nonly be sure that we have the mind of the Lord and do\\nnot fall into the sin of lording it over God s heritage. All\\nexcessive measures react; all extravagance of feeling in one\\ndirection oscillates to produce a balance, by going as far in the\\nopposite direction. Sin came into the world in one brief hour,\\nprobably. Sixty centuries have nearly rolled away, without\\nseeing it exterminated. The great requisites for opposing sin", "height": "4268", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0321.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "270 TEMP. REFORMATION, AND THE CHURCH\\nare these that we cordially hate it in its essence, in its relations\\nto God, as well as its consequences that we oppose it first in\\nourselves; that we oppose it by repentance toward God, and\\nfaith in our Lord Jesus Christ that we use Christ s gospel in\\nthe length and breadth of its instructions and motives, as an\\ninstrument man- ward that we employ prayer toward God\\nthat we combine an unquenchable zeal with an unwearied\\npatience.", "height": "4304", "width": "3004", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0322.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "FATHER MATHEW.\\nThe chief worth of a human life is the incitement to virtue\\nor warning against vice which we naturally derive from it.\\nDivested of this incitement, this warning, biography would be\\nunprofitable reading, and the most exalted or dazzling career\\nwould hardly repay an hour s contemplation. What the hero\\ndid or dared, achieved or renounced, is important to us only as\\nit impels us to do good or avoid evil, and shows us the way.\\nTried by this standard, how many great reputations dwindle\\nhow many humble souls shine forth in celestial brightness and\\nmajesty\\nTheobald Mathew was born at Thomastown, near Cashel,\\nTipperary county, Ireland, on the 10th o\u00c2\u00a3 October, 1790, of\\nparents in the middle walks of life. Left an orphan when still\\na child, he was adopted by Lady Elizabeth Mathew, wife of his\\nuncle, Major General Mathew of Thomastown, by whom his\\nprimary education was confided to Rev. Dennis O Donnell,\\nCatholic priest of Tallagh in Waterford county, with whom he\\ncontinued until thirteen years of age, when he was promoted\\nto the lay-academy of Kilkenny, conducted by Rev. Patrick\\nMcGrath, with whom he became a decided favorite. Here he\\nformed the acquaintance of two old Capuchin friars, whose", "height": "4252", "width": "2676", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0323.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "272\\nFx\\\\THER MATHEW.\\nfrugal, temperate and benevolent lives, combined with their\\nfatherly counsels in deepening the impressions of piety, humil-\\nity and charity which had been early made upon his plastic\\nmind by the maternal counsels of his second mother, Lady\\nElizabeth Mathew, and fixed his character for life.\\nHe remained seven years at the academy, and then (in 1810)\\nwas transferred to the Catholic college at Maynooth, to pursue\\nhis studies for the priesthood, to which he had early been\\nimpelled and as (he humbly believed) Divinely directed. He\\nstudied the prescribed three years at Maynooth, then returned to\\nhis friar friends at Kilkenny, and became a member of their\\norder, by which he was appointed on a mission to Cork. He\\nimmediately repaired to Dublin to pass a season under the direc-\\ntion of Rev. Celestine Corcoran in spiritual preparation for the\\nduties devolved upon him, and was finally ordained there by\\nRev. Dr. Murray, now Archbishop of Dublin, on Easter Sun-\\nday, 1814, and repaired at once to his appointed field of labor,\\nbeing not quite twenty-four years of age.\\nThe young missionary entered upon his work with the zeal\\nof an apostle, and the assiduity of a humble, pious soul, which\\ncounts the redemption of one sinner from the error of his ways\\na rich reward for days of toil and nights of prayer. Nor did he\\ndeem his duties confined to the dispensation of theologic truth\\nalone. A missionary to the poor, he speedily learned and loved\\nto be their counselor and guide in temporal as well as spiritual\\nthings to teach them how to walk wisely and safely on earth\\nas well as steadily and surely toward Heaven. While he\\neagerly improved every opportunity to persuade the vicious to\\nrepent and the infidel to believe, he labored with equal diligence\\nto reconcile the quarreling, to compromise the disputes and dif-\\nferences which the sinful and passionate were addicted to carry-\\ning into lawsuits, to the certain bankruptcy and temporal ruin of", "height": "4304", "width": "2988", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0324.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "It Secured", "height": "4248", "width": "2508", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0327.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4304", "width": "2992", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0328.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "FATHER MATHEW. 273\\nall parties, the lawyers excepted. Every hour, every impulse,\\nnot absolutely required by his sacerdotal functions, was thus\\nconsecrated to the immediate and practical good of the thou-\\nsands commended to his guidance, nine-tenths of whom had\\nprobably no other disinterested and competent adviser on earth.\\nSuch a course, on the part of a young, modest, simple friar,\\nwithout parochial charge or sacerdotal rank, without command-\\ning talents or fascinating eloquence, did not mature its fruit too\\nrapidly. Probably no local magnate, no distinguished visiter,\\nwho spent some time in Cork during the first four or five years\\nof his ministry, heard one word uttered in praise of Father\\nMathew perhaps the greater number of such visiters had no\\nintimation of his existence. But the poor knew him even then,\\nand with each succeeding year they knew him more widely and\\nlearned to love him more profoundly. He was their adviser,\\ntheir monitor, their consoler and when they fell into misfortune\\nor disgrace, they had generally to reproach themselves with a\\ndisregard of their good friar s affectionate counsels and entreaties.\\nA heart so tender and so true, a spirit so deeply moved by the\\nspectacle of human woes and sorrows, could not long rest satis-\\nfied with the application of remedies and palliatives. In a\\nworld so benignantly fashioned and appointed, why should suf-\\nfering and misery be so general 1 The devoted friar observed,\\nreflected, and was convinced that human perverseness, and not\\nany inexorable necessity, was the cause of this suffering. His\\nown perceptions and the confessions of the afflicted coincided in\\nindicating intoxicating liquors as the immediate cause of nine-\\ntenths of the crime and wretchedness which prevailed around\\nhim. Was it not natural nay, inevitable that he should\\nresolve to make war unto death upon the fruitful source rather\\nthan rest in a never-ending struggle against the resulting evils 1\\nFather Mathew, still a young and obscure friar, resolved to\\n18", "height": "4268", "width": "2520", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0329.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "274\\nFATHER MATHEW.\\naim his blows at the vulture tearing the heart of his country ra-\\nther than expend his power and patience on the pustules con-\\nstantly breaking out on her surface. Alcoholic liquors being the\\npalpable, potential cause of nearly all the vice, disease and misery\\nso deplorably prevalent, he resolved to head a crusade against\\nthese deluding poisons as the shortest and most effectual mode of\\nwarfare against their inevitable issues. And thus, at an early\\nperiod of his ministry, he began to inculcate in private and to\\npreach in public the glorious doctrine of Total Abstinence\\nFROM ALL THAT CAN INTOXICATE.\\nHe was not, and makes no claim to be, the author or reviver\\nof this doctrine. There had been societies based upon it years\\nbefore, not only in America, but in Europe, and even in Ireland.\\nThe Friends, or Quakers, had organized such societies nine years\\nearlier, and had made some converts who were not of their own\\npersuasion. But he who knows anything of the fierceness of\\ntheological bigotry in Ireland needs no other assurance that a\\nmovement originated and guided by Quakers could do little\\ntoward effecting the great and difficult reform so fearfully need-\\ned. Drinking and drunkenness were both more general at the\\ntime Father Mathew commenced his war upon them than they\\nhad been at any former period. If they were not still advancing,\\nit was because they had nothing left to conquer. Drinking at\\nfairs, births, christenings, weddings, wakes, and funerals was ex-\\ncessive, and all but universal. For a guest to refrain from getting\\ndrunk at his friend s feast, no matter of what character, would in\\nmany circles have been deemed a breach of good manners, as a\\nfailure to supply the means of intoxication profusely would have\\nargued on the host s part a lack of hospitality. To get drunk in\\nhonor of a stroke of good fortune, or in sorrow at a dispensation\\nof adversity to lie drunk because of prosperity, or still more stu-\\npidly drunk by way of surrender to despair such was the all", "height": "4340", "width": "3004", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0330.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "FATHER MATHEW. 275\\nbut universal custom. To get drunk by way of preparation for\\na fight, no matter with whom to fight because drunk, and beat\\neach other sober, then get drunk again by way of ratifying a\\ntreaty of peace such were among the habits of the Irish mil-\\nlions- a quarter to half a century ago, as memoirs, travels, anec-\\ndotes and plays abundantly attest. No where else in the world\\nwas so large a share of the natural food of a people transformed\\ninto depraving, poisoning, brutalizing beverages, leaving so scan-\\nty and often inadequate an allowance of bread. That feuds,\\nfactions, wounds, bruises, calamities, diseases, idiocies, and sud-\\nden deaths of all kinds should, under such influences, be plen-\\nteous, none need be assured.\\nFather Mathew commenced his crusade against alcohol sim-\\nply as a priest, and, finding by inquiry and confession, that nine-\\ntenths of the woes he was summoned to abate or console had\\ntheir origin in intoxicating liquors, commenced by persuading the\\nsufferers, where he could, to promise him to avoid thenceforth\\nthat which had wrought them such injury. This was for a time\\nthe extent of his unnoticed labors for Total Abstinence. But\\nthe work grew upon his hands a vista of hope and good opened\\nwider and plainer before him, as he progressed and in 1838 he\\ncommenced holding two public meetings per week, on the suc-\\ncessive Tuesdays and Saturdays, to exhort and persuade not only\\nthe intemperate to reform, but the as yet unpolluted to take also\\nthe pledge of Total Abstinence.\\nHis first meetings were held at a place known as the Horse\\nBazaar, in Cork, where he delivered his semi-weekly addresses,\\ndistributed his Temperance circulars (which were often reprints\\nof American tracts, essays and brief stories,) and administered the\\nPledge to all who could be induced to take it. That Pledge, as\\nnow administered and it has probably undergone little change\\nfrom the outset is in these words", "height": "4300", "width": "2532", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0331.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "276\\nFATHER MATHEW.\\ni promise, with the dlvine assistance, to abstain from\\nall Intoxicating Liquors, and to prevent, as much as pos-\\nsible, BY ADVICE AND EXAMPLE, INTEMPERANCE IN OTHERS.\\nA simple and modest promise, but one which has abated and\\nobviated more human anguish than all the decrees of councils or\\nmandates of kings for the last century.\\nFather Mathew s path of duty lay not wholly through sun-\\nshine. Intending good to all and harm to none, he yet exposed\\nhimself to much obloquy and more acrimony. Thousands all\\naround him were living in comfort and amassing wealth by a\\ntraffic which his efforts necessarily diminished and tended utterly\\nto destroy. The gentry of Ireland, who were generally looked\\nup to as superior beings, were extensively engaged in the manu-\\nfacture of spirits, or derived their incomes from the rent of distil-\\nleries, taverns and tap-rooms. A vast aggregate of capital and\\ncapacity was invested in the distilling business, which was al-\\nmost the only Irish manufacture still expanding and flourishing.\\nDealers, publicans and tapsters were innumerable, while very\\nnearly the whole people were drinkers and passionate lovers of\\nthe maddening fluid. Three of Father Mathew s own brothers\\nand a brother-in-law were deeply interested in distilling, and\\nlikely to be ruined by the success of his effective appeals and in-\\ncessant labors. He was of course pained by the obvious collision\\nof his duty with the interests of those so dear to him, but he could\\nnot be seduced from fidelity to his convictions.\\nu The kingdom of God cometh not with observation. For\\nyears the good friar had labored on, neither solicitous of fame\\nnor regretting obscurity, before the attraction of a wider field of\\nusefulness impelled him to open his public meetings expressly to\\nwin converts to Temperance, which had hitherto been but an\\nincident of his ecclesiastical labors. Now the poor of Cork be-\\ngan to flock to him in crowds soon the sufferers from alcohol", "height": "4304", "width": "2984", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0332.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "FATHER MATHEW- 277\\nin places more or less remote began to drop in by twos and threes,\\nthen by dozens and scores, at last by forties and hundreds, at his\\nmeetings or dwelling, to receive at his hands the administration\\nof the saving, fortifying pledge. These carried home and dif-\\nfused the fame of the saintly and meek Apostle of Temperance\\nand some pressing invitations were sent him to visit other places\\nand prosecute his labors therein. In December, 1839, he was\\npersuaded by Dr. R} T an, Catholic Bishop of Limerick, to visit\\nthat city, and here, (like Byron, though for a nobler reason,) he\\nsuddenly found himself famous. The city could not lodge all\\nthe people who crowded into it to meet him, and thousands slept\\non the ground, though every cellar and shed were filled. The\\niron railing along the bank of the Shannon, opposite the house\\nin which he was a guest, was at one time broken down by the\\npressure of the multitude, and several persons were precipitated\\ninto the river, though happily without loss of life. So dense\\nwas the crowd at his first meeting, that individuals walked over\\nthe shoulders of kneeling thousands to receive tbe pledge and\\nthe Apostle s blessing, and soldiers, endeavoring to preserve\\norder, were lifted from the ground by a rush of the people, and\\nborne several rods without injury to any one.\\nFrom the date of that visit, Father Mathew s fame has been\\na part of the national heritage, while his labors have been inces-\\nsant and their fruits gigantic. He has traveled over Ireland\\nmore than once, administering the pledge to no less than five\\nmillions of her people, or about two-thirds the whole number\\nnow living, and reduced the number of drunkards in a still greater\\nproportion. At Donnybrook Fair, world-famous for its drunken\\nriots, there were recently gathered fifty thousand persons, not\\none of them intoxicated, and of course without a single fight.\\nListowell, which had thirty-three licensed drunkard-factories in\\n1839, had but six in 1843, and so of many other places. In", "height": "4296", "width": "2540", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0333.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "278\\nFATHER MATHEW.\\nBonmahon, where fifteen whiskey-shops existed prior to Father\\nMathew s visit, there was not one some time afterward. The\\nconsequent falling off in commitments to jail for drunkenness,\\nrioting, assaults, c, has been very great, and so in the recep-\\ntions at hospitals of persons disabled or wounded by blows, falls,\\nor accidents, as well as of the loathsome victims of delirium\\ntremens. Ireland, once a reproach for drunkenness, is now a\\nland of comparative sobriety, and Father Mathew was the chief\\ninstrument of Divine benignity in effecting this glorious trans-\\nformation.\\nOf his charities, his cemetery, and other devices for the com-\\nfort and consolation of the poor of his visit to, and labors in\\nEngland of his yet uncompleted mission to our own country\\nand its beneficent results, space is not left me to speak. These\\nbelong to a later chronicler, a more methodical memoir. The\\none important moral of Father Mathew s career is the ability\\nand opportunity vouchsafed to every one to be greatly useful if\\nhe will. This truth his life strikingly illustrates, and there can\\nhardly be another more deserving of attention. The good friar\\nis not gifted with splendid talents, with brilliant oratory, with\\nwealth nor rank nor powerful friends he had scarcely an ad-\\nvantage of any sort which most of the young who will read this\\nsketch may not possess or parallel if they will. His elevation\\nabove the mass of his cotemporaries is purely moral, not intel-\\ntual it rests upon purity of life, goodness of heart, and Chris-\\ntian philanthropy of purpose. Who that contemplates such a\\ncharacter shall seek to excuse himself from a career of equal\\nbeneficence and eternal glory?", "height": "4304", "width": "2992", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0334.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "DASH THE WINE-CUP AWAY.\\nBY WILLIAM H. BURLEIGH.\\nDash the wine-cup away though its sparkle should be\\nMore bright than the gerns that lie hid in the sea,\\nFor the Demon, unseen by thine eye, lurketh there,\\nWho would win thee to ruin, to woe, and despair\\nBelieve not the tempter who tells thee of joy\\nIn the bright flashing goblets that lure to destroy\\nNor barter thy birthright, nor give up thy soul,\\nFor a moment s mad bliss, to the Fiend of the Bowl\\nOh, the mighty have fallen the strong and the proud\\nTo the thrall of the wine-cup have abjectly bowed\\nFor its maddening delights flung their glory away.\\nAnd yielded, insanely, their souls to its sway.\\nThe wise and the learned in the lore of the schools,\\nHave drunk and become the derision of fools\\nAnd the light that made radiant the spirit divine,\\nHath often been quenched in a goblet of wine.", "height": "4268", "width": "2564", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0335.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "280\\nDASH THE WINE-CUP AWAY.\\nYouth and Beauty, while yet in their strength and their glow.\\nHave been marked by the fiend and in ruin laid low\\nAnd the Priest and the Statesman together have kneeled\\nTo the Wine-God obscene, till in madness they reeled\\nOh, the Earth in her woe for her children hath wept,\\nTo the grave of the drunkard in hecatombs swept\\nWhile the Demon, enthroned o er her sunniest climes,\\nHath unleashed, in his wrath, all his woes and his crimes\\nAnd the altars of Devils still smoke with the blood\\nOf our sires and our sons once the wise and the good\\nWhile dark and more dark, gather over our path\\nThe clouds that are charged with Jehovah s dread wrath\\nShall we wait till they burst, and from mountain to sea\\nOld Earth like the Valley of Hinnom shall be 1\\nAnd sternly o er all, Desolation shall reign,\\nWhile the vulture sits gorged over heaps of the slain\\nNay up to the rescue The land must be torn\\nFrom the grasp of the Demon whose fetters we ve worn\\nOur homes, by his touch, be no longer profaned\\nOur souls in his thraldom, no more be enchained\\nDash the wine-cup away we will henceforth be free\\nEarth s captives their morn of redemption shall see,\\nAnd the foul fiend that bound them be thrust back to Hell,\\nWhile the songs of our triumph exultingly swell", "height": "4336", "width": "2996", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0336.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "INCONSISTENCIES OP\\nPROFESSED FRIENDS OF TEMPERANCE\\nBY CHARLES JEWETT, M\\nTemperance is often sorely wounded in the house of its\\nfriends and painful as is the task of administering reproof, yet\\nI shall attempt it, even at the hazard of displeasing many\\nwhom, in the main, I have reason to respect. Breaking the\\npackage of inconsistencies, the first that comes to hand is that\\nmost extraordinary and inexcusable one, of which many, even\\nmembers of temperance societies, are guilty letting public-\\nhouses and shops with the permission to carry on the detestable\\nand destructive traffic in intoxicating drinks within their doors.\\nWhat renders such a course of conduct altogether inexcusable\\nin those who practice it, is the fact they are generally men of\\nwealth, who might, without serious inconvenience, let their\\nestates for other purposes, or who, if they could not, would not\\neat less bread or sleep less hours if they stood untenanted. Yet\\nmany there are who will condemn the conduct of the heartless\\nrumseller, although he offers as an excuse his necessities, and\\ncan quote Scripture to enforce the duty of providing for one s\\nhousehold, and talks about ruin, distress, c. if he ceases to", "height": "4244", "width": "2564", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0337.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "282\\nINCONSISTENCIES OF PROFESSED\\nruin others and yet they will let their tavern or shop for a\\nslaughter-house of souls, for an additional rent of ten, twenty\\nor fifty dollars, when, I repeat, of property they have enough\\nfor present and prospective wants, and perhaps a surplus suffi-\\ncient to ruin their children. In what consists the guilt of the\\nrumseller Is it not that he furnishes to vice facilities, to crime\\nits incitants 1 And does not the lessor of the grog-shop afford to\\nvice facilities, and to crime means and opportunity? The day\\nwill come, or I sadly mistake the signs of the times, when\\nhe who furnishes the room in which drunkards and tipplers\\nmay congregate to gratify their base appetites will be, in the\\nestimation of the public bound in the same bundle with him\\nwho pours to them poison for money. How can any professed\\nfriend of the cause, who is guilty of the conduct I have des-\\ncribed plead with the rumseller or rum-drinker to change his\\ncourse He dare not attempt it. They would both taunt him\\nwith his inconsistency.\\nWould that this were the only obstacle which the friends of\\nour cause, influenced by the love of money, throw in the path\\nof reform. But it is not. Another more formidable may be\\nfound in the fact, that many, very many, so far as my observa-\\ntion extends, even of the members of our total abstinence socie-\\nties are constantly in the habit of trading at rum stores, having\\ntheir sugar, tea, spices, c. put up by the same hands that\\npour out the maddening draught to the poor drunkard.\\nThey condemn his business in unmeasured terms, and yet help\\nto sustain him in his business. They pour into his drawer the\\nprofits of their trade, which, in due time, are exchanged for\\nrum, gin, c, with which his decanters are replenished and\\nso the work goes on. Were the temperance community to\\nwithdraw their patronage altogether and leave him to the sup-\\nport of his rum customers, he could not, in most of our country", "height": "4304", "width": "3004", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0338.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "FRIENDS OF TEMPERANCE. 283\\ntowns at least, sustain himself, and if forced by the consistency\\nof temperance men to part with his rum trade, or their patron-\\nage he would empty his bottles, and cease to order from your\\ncity, hogsheads of wretchedness, crime, disease, and death, to\\npeddle in the beautiful villages and towns of the interior.\\nThe business of destroying God s bounties and human hopes,\\nso extensively carried on by some bloated capitalists of your\\ncity, would soon become unprofitable as it is infamous. The\\nexcuses for such a course of conduct generally are, that it is more\\nconvenient to trade at the rum store, because it is nearer, or that\\nthe articles they wish to obtain can be purchased cheaper of the\\nrumseller than at the temperance store. Of any who may offer\\nsuch an excuse, I would ask, What then Suppose the rum-\\nseller continue his trade on the ground that it would be inconve-\\nnient for him to change his business or that it would subject him\\nto pecuniary loss were he to abandon it shall he go on 1 Oh,\\nno You will not consent that his convenience or profit shall\\nbe taken into account in deciding his future course. You\\ndemand that he give up his business perhaps at a loss of five\\nhundred, or a thousand dollars per year and yet if he refuses\\nto do so and continue to exert his influence to curse the commu-\\nnity in which you live you will sustain him in his course by the\\nprofits and influence of your trade to save a half-mile s travel or\\na cent on a pound in the purchase of your sugar. These things\\nought not to be and we earnestly entreat those who may\\nperuse this article, to examine themselves in reference to this\\nparticular, and if they have been faulty in time past, be\\ncareful that their whole influence in future shall be given to the\\npromotion of our glorious cause.", "height": "4268", "width": "2544", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0339.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "TEMPERANCE AND RELIGION\\nBY REV. ALBERT EARNES.\\nGood men everywhere are endeavoring to promote reforma-\\ntion. The age in which we live is characterized by such efforts,\\nperhaps as much as by anything else. A deep interest is felt\\nan interest which has not been common in former ages, in be-\\nhalf of those who are wronging themselves by vicious indulgence,\\nand in relation to all those systems which originate or perpetuate\\nwrong. These efforts are made to bear alike on individuals that\\nthey may be recovered from habits which threaten their ruin,\\nand on social and organic wrongs and evils. Yet we need not\\ngo far to see that the subject of reformation is, after all the\\nattempts which are made, but little understood and that there\\nare few things which men attempt, where the principles of action\\nare less accurately denned. The efforts which are made are well\\nmeaning the plans which are adopted, are designed to be be-\\nnevolent but they are often wild and visionary, and harsh and\\nunphilosophical. The hope of success is often based on that\\nwhich is philosophically false or on that which has no perma-\\nnent value and importance the single object which is aimed at\\nis often so magnified as to occupy the whole field of vision and\\nthe reformation is prosecuted with no just apprehension of the", "height": "4340", "width": "3032", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0340.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "TEMPERANCE AND RELIGION. 285\\nproportional value of things, and with a reckless, or designed\\ndisregard of the most valuable interests of society.\\nThe question then, What is the true philosophy of reforma-\\ntion is one of great permanent importance in an age like this.\\nTo what principles shall we appeal in promoting individual or\\npublic reform? on what shall we base our hopes What is there\\non which we may rely to give permanent success This ques-\\ntion has more than the passing interest of a day I propose to\\nexamine it with a particular reference to the present aspect of\\nthe temperance reformation. That has been among the most\\nglorious of all reforms what has been gained there, may be in\\ndanger of being lost by a departure from its true principles, and\\nby reliance on that which is of no permanent value. One grave\\nquestion which is now coming before this age is, whether this\\nreformation can be carried forward to its final triumph, without\\nthe aid of the religious principles or of religious men and\\nwhether there are other principles which can be successfully sub-\\nstituted in the place of those which are directly derived from reli-\\ngion. The importance then, without undervaluing other aid, of\\ncalling in the aid of religious principle, and of relying permanent-\\nly on that, and of calling in the steady co-operation of religious\\nmen, will be the point at which my remarks will be really directed.\\nIn all attempts to promote reformation that is a change for\\nthe better in an individual or in society, there is some ground\\nof appeal something on which we found our hopes of success.\\nWe do not expect that it will be achieved by miracle or by the\\noperation of any new laws of our nature originated for the pur-\\npose, or by any element in society which has never existed be-\\nfore. Now, on what do we rely in such cases? What is the\\nground of our appeal What is the foundation of our hope\\nLet us analyze the operations of our own minds in such cases,\\nand see what there is on which we can rely.", "height": "4268", "width": "2568", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0341.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "286\\nTEMPERANCE AND RELIGION.\\nFirst, we suppose that there is something in the individual,\\nwhom we would wish to reform, that is not yet quite extinct,\\nthat may be roused again into life and power, and be made the\\nelement of better things. We do not regard him as quite dead\\nand insensible to every generous and noble appeal but beneath\\nthe rubbish in his ruined nature, we hope to find some remnant\\nof a noble soul some generous sympathy that may be awaken-\\ned into vigorous life some almost antiquated spark of virtue\\nthat may be enkindled to a flame, that principle or element in\\nthe soul, we would rouse up, so that it may assert its just pre-\\nrogative, and triumph over the base and ignoble passions which\\nhave usurped its place. We would go to the man that is debased\\nand sunken and find in him, if we could, some love of father\\nor mother, or sister, or child, or country some not extinguished\\nself-respect some lessons embedded in childhood, not wholly\\nobliterated some remains of a conscience some respect for\\ndecency some lingering love of gain, or virtue or God some\\nprinciple of ambition or desire to be remembered after death,\\nthat may be roused into action, and that may be made to be\\nsuperior in power to the base principles which now control the\\nsoul. So Paley was saved. You are a great fool, said a\\nyoung heir of nobility to him, when in the University a com-\\npanion in dissipation You are a great fool, to be wasting\\nyour talents thus. You have talents, which might raise you to\\nthe highest distinction. I have not and, as for me, I may as\\nwell as not squander my time in this manner. The generous\\nsoul of Paley his noble nature not yet insensible to an appeal\\naddressed to his ambition, felt the reproof. He took the hint\\nthus roughly tendered and there are few names in English\\nliterature that shine more brightly than his. In all attempts at\\nreformation whether it be of the young man who is a profane\\nswearer, or the wretched female apparently lost to virtue or of", "height": "4304", "width": "3020", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0342.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "TEMPERANCE AND RELIGION. 287\\nthe poor inebriate the object of universal pity or scorn, or of\\nthe sinner revolted from his God, and whom God is desirous to\\nbring back to the ways of virtue and religion, man is regarded\\nas indeed in ruins but beneath those ruins, there is supposed to\\nbe something generous, something noble, something great, some-\\nthing magnanimous, to which an appeal may be made with the\\nhope that he may be aroused to seek an object worthy of the\\nends for which he was made. There are some fragments of\\ngreatness there are elements of power there is still something\\nnoble and God-like on which you may build your hope.\\nIf these should not exist, you would regard the case as hope-\\nless. If all self-respect were gone if all love of father, moth-\\ner, wife, child, sister, country were extinguished if there were\\nno lingering love of decency, property, esteem; if there were\\nno wish to be happy while living, or to be remembered when\\ndead, we should feel that there was no prospect of success in a\\nwork of reformation.\\nI need not say that these remarks apply with peculiar force to\\nthe subject of temperance. If there is any man who seems\\nlost to hope and to virtue, and whose condition would seem to\\ndef)^ all efforts to reform him it is the confirmed inebriate. In\\nsuch a man, everything which excites elevated thought in\\nregard to the present or the future world, seems to be dead\\nand the common and almost the settled feeling of mankind had\\ncome to be, that such a man must be abandoned to despair.\\nBut is there no hope of his reformation is there nothing in him\\nto which an appeal can be made with a prospect of success\\nlet the efforts expressly directed to recover the inebriate, and\\nsuccessful in thousands of instances, answer.\\nAn almost accidental occurrence in Baltimore struck a new\\nchord, and showed that reformed inebriates, by telling the story\\nof their own sad experience, might strike a chord which should", "height": "4268", "width": "2548", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0343.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "288\\nTEMPERANCE AND RELIGION.\\nrespond to the appeal. They did so. They related their own\\nhistory, and they sought to arouse in the heart of the drunkard\\na love of something-, of the wife whom he had once so joyfully\\nled to the altar. Of the children he had once so lovingly dan-\\ndled on his knees or some lurking love of himself and respect\\nfor his character. And the result has shown that it is practica-\\nble. There is hope of reforming the intemperate man. And\\nthe question now arises, on what are we to rely for the per-\\nmanent success of this cause? To what class of minds does it\\nappeal? Shall we continue to appeal solely to the intemperate\\nman? or shall we rely on the higher principle of religion and\\ncall to our aid the religious community? I need not say that\\na large part of the religious community have stood aloof from\\nthis cause and do so still. And again a portion of the friends of\\ntemperance have sought to throw off the religious community.\\nAnd so there has been a constant tendency between the two to\\ndiverge from each other. Whether it were that religious men\\nwere indulging in habits inconsistent with aiding this cause\\nwhether they had capital invested in business with which it\\nwould interfere, and they lacked the requisite self-denial\\nwhether ministers were indulging in habits hostile to its princi-\\nples, or a large part felt that it was somehow a low business,\\nand therefor stood aloof: or whether in the progress of the\\ncause itself among its friends such a course was pursued as that\\nthe friends of religion could not consistently act with them\\nthese are not the points of chief interest now. But so it is.\\nThere are a large number of ministers and members of churches\\nwho still stand aloof. Now, what interest have religious men\\nin this cause and why should the friends of Temperance seek\\ntheir co-operation? We can answer this inquiry better after\\nglancing at the points which have been established in the\\nprogress of the temperance reformation.", "height": "4304", "width": "3012", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0344.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "TEMPERANCE AND RELIGION. 289\\n1. It is established that alcohol is the same wherever found;\\nthat it is not the result of distillation, but of fermentation, which\\nis a chemical process and that it is the same in rum, brandy,\\nwines or cider.\\n2. That this substance contains no nutriment that it does\\nnothing to repair the constant waste of the animal economy.\\n3. That on the fibres of the human system it acts as poison\\nin all instances when it acts at all.\\n4. That it is a fruitful source of poverty, wretchedness and\\ncrime for it has been proved that three-fourths of all these\\nevils result from its use.\\n5. That it is a source of disease and death.\\n6. That the whole traffic in ardent spirits is inconsistent with\\nthose principles upon which honorable men should conduct traf-\\nfic. I do not say that those who made the existing laws for its\\nregulation were actuated by improper motives. I know that\\nthey said and believed that alcohol was necessary for the cold\\nand weary traveller that it would be dangerous to allow every\\none to sell it, and so they would require evidence of good cha-\\nracter in those to whom they granted licences for its sale. To\\nsecure this in Pennsylvania they required the certificate of\\ntwelve men that the applicant was worthy of being intrusted\\nwith the sale of this poison. I say not how this trust has been\\ndischarged. But the whole thing was wrong. It is not need-\\nful; it is poisonous and should be intrusted to no man.\\n7. We have also settled the principle that it is possible to\\nreform a drunkard and still more, that the only perfect safety is\\nfor a man to let it entirely alone, and so never encounter the\\ndanger. The only perfect safety is in total abstinence.\\nThese principles are to abide. The world is not to depart\\nfrom them. They are the result of the most profound inquiries\\nof the most learned men jurists, men of science, ministers\\n19", "height": "4284", "width": "2540", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0345.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "290\\nTEMPERANCE AND RELIGION\\nall, men of character and in the habit of deciding such ques-\\ntions. Now, these principles are not to pass away. And on\\nwhat shall we rely for their further and final triumph 1 I be-\\nlieve it right to appeal to the laws of the land, and I trust soon\\nto hear that no further licences will be granted for the sale of\\nintoxicating drinks. I believe, too, that reliance is to be placed\\nupon the deductions of science. But the ultimate reliance must\\nbe on the religious principle and on the religious community.\\nIn support of this position, I urge these considerations.\\n1. The religious principle, right or wrong, is the most power-\\nful agency in the world. Whatever controls that, controls the\\nworld, and it has always been the aim of emperors and kings to\\nobtain control of the religion of the state, feeling that when\\nthey had acquired that, they held the destiny of the whole.\\nThe priest everywhere has been the man of power. And if\\nthe religious principle can be enlisted in the cause of temper-\\nance the triumph of that cause is secured for ever and that it\\nshould be so enlisted is most evident, for the highest points\\nreached in the temperance cause, coincide perfectly with the\\nprinciples of religion.\\n2. In a community under the influence of religion, no reform\\ncan succeed that does not call religion to its aid. In the United\\nStates there are eighteen thousand Protestant evangelical min-\\nisters, meeting the people two or three times a week, going\\ninto families, and exerting more influence over the youth of the\\nland than any other body of men within its borders. There are\\nalso two millions of members of the churches embracing a\\nlarge part of the wealth and character of the land, there is no\\ncause of reform in the country that could stand a day if the\\nChurch were united against it. And there is no form of evil,\\norganic or individual, that the Church has not power to remove.\\nAnd if the Church could be brought up to this Temperance", "height": "4304", "width": "3024", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0346.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "TEMPERANCE AND RELIGION. 291\\ncause, to enlist in it zealously and heartily, its triumph would be\\nspeedy and complete.\\n3. The Temperance reformation has ever had a close connec-\\ntion with religion. It has prospered just in proportion to the\\nmaintenance of that connection and has receded wherever it has\\nthrown off that aid. The cause originated with a physician,\\nDr. Rush and notwithstanding his ability and influence it had\\nno effect until the note of alarm came out of the Christian\\nChurch and the men who have since then urged it on, have\\nbeen mainly ministers of the gospel, and still are such to a great\\nextent. The religious community has the deepest interest in\\nthe triumph of this cause. Let any man attempt to write the\\nhistory of the Church in this land, and what a dark page would\\nthat be which should record its aversion to this cause. The\\ncause of intemperance opposes religion with the boldest and\\nmost open front. From the first step to the last, it is most\\ndirectly hostile to it. All other evils put together have not\\nrobbed the Church of so many distinguished men as this.\\nWhy then shall the Church stand aloof from the Temperance\\ncause It makes no infidels makes no invasion upon any\\ngood work disrobes no minister of religion bars out no prayers\\nfrom heaven, infuses no pestilential air in the way through life.\\nWherever its friends go, it accompanies them as a blessing to\\nthe end of their days. Why then, should any friend of religion\\nstand aloof from the Temperance Cause.", "height": "4252", "width": "2500", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0347.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "JOHN W. OLIVER, M.W.P\\nWas born April 30, 1815. His parents emigrated to this\\ncountry from England in 1818. His father pursued farming\\nnear Baltimore until his death, which took place in January\\n1822. He left a widow and four small children, of which John\\nwas the eldest.\\nIn 1826, he was bound an apprentice to Benjamin Edes,\\nPrinter, of Baltimore. The first act for which John was dis-\\ntinguished, may be set down as the following\\nHe had been bathing, and while in the water his jacket was\\nstolen. As he Avas the owner of but one, he was compelled to\\nmake the loss known to his employer, who declared that John\\nshould go in his shirt sleeves as long as the stolen jacket would\\nhave lasted. Not relishing this very well, he determined to try\\nand bring his employer to terms. With the aid of some of his\\nfellow apprentices, he made a paper coat, with pasteboard but-\\ntons, and every seam distinctly marked out with ink. At din-\\nner time John put on this odd-fashioned garment and proceeded\\nto his meal. It so happened on that day that quite a company\\nof visitors were present and John was soon the observed of\\nall observers. The employer was absent. Some of the family\\nwere enraged others enjoyed the joke. John was ordered to", "height": "4304", "width": "3020", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0348.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "i.i ed byT.Doneyr", "height": "4252", "width": "2520", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0351.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0352.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "JOHN W. OLIVER, M. W. P. 293\\nleave the room, which he declined doing. He was then seized\\nby the collar and ejected leaving his coat all tattered and\\ntorn, behind him. The scene will never be forgotten by those\\nwho witnessed it. The fragments of the coat were shown the\\nemployer, and loud complaints made of the indignity.\\nJohn anticipated a flogging and prepared for it, by putting\\non all the shirts and waistcoats he could muster. During the\\nafternoon, the voice of the employer was heard from below\\nstairs\\nLittle John as our hero was called in contra distinction\\nto Big John an older apprentice.\\nSir returned John and all hands were on tiptoe for the\\ndenouement.\\nGet your hat, and come with me, was the command.\\nJohn obeyed with alacrity was taken to a tailor and present-\\ned with as good a suit of clothes as he possessed during his\\napprenticeship.\\nHe soon became a leader among his comrades in all sorts of\\nmischief, and it was often predicted that he would come to no\\ngood. Left very much to his own way, with no one to watch\\nover his moral culture, he soon formed dissipated associations\\nand habits. After he was out of his time, he often reflected on\\nhis couse of life, and more than once resolved on reformation.\\nBut like thousands of others, he found himself bound to his bad\\nhabits by a power for the time at least, stronger than his good\\nresolutions. About the middle of May, 1835, however, a cir-\\ncumstance occurred that gave a different turn to his vhole life.\\nOn a Thursday evening he and a companion, a shoemaker\\nby trade, were musingly proceeding to an accustomed resort,\\nwhen something like the following conversation occurred.\\nI am getting very tired of this kind of life, said John.\\nAnd so am I, was the reply.", "height": "4268", "width": "2512", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0353.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "294\\nJOHN W. OLIVER, M.W.P.\\nI have tried to break off these habits and associations but\\nI find it impossible.\\nAnd so have I and I too find it impossible.\\nI believe, continued John, and the conversation by this\\ntime, had assumed a seriousness quite unusual to both u I\\nbelieve my only chance to do better is to leave Baltimore, and\\nget among strangers.\\nAnd so do I, was the reply.\\nThen what do you say for a tramp\\nAgreed\\nOn the Sunday morning following, before day-light, they\\nwere on the way their entire wardrobes tied up in a small\\nhandkerchief, and their united capital less than ten dollars.\\nThey took the first road they came to, and followed it without\\nany fixed purpose other than to get out of Baltimore, or the\\nslightest idea as to where they were going. The all-engrossing\\nthought was to get away from their bad habits and associations.\\nThe road led them to York, Pa., one of the last places they\\nshould have gone to with any hope of employment. They\\narrived there early the next morning and sought work, but in\\nvain. They continued their tramp to Columbia but with\\nno better success. Nothing daunted, they pushed on to Lancas-\\nter, which they reached with blistered feet and jaded limbs.\\nStill finding no employment, and being utterly unable to pro-\\nceed farther on foot, they prevailed upon the railroad agent to\\nconvey them to Philadelphia for all the money they had left\\nconsiderably less than the regular fare.\\nThey arrived in the city of Brotherly Love penniless, about\\ndusk. Strangers in a strange land, they felt desolate enough.\\nAfter wandering about the city for a while, they fortunately fell\\nIn with a kind hearted gentleman who kept a boarding-house in\\nThird-street. Tbey frankly told him their story it interested", "height": "4304", "width": "2800", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0354.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "JOHN W. OLIVER, M. W. P. 295\\nhim, and he offered the wanderers a home, which was most\\ngratefully accepted. The next morning the landlord procured\\nemployment for the companion. He then visited several of the\\nprinting offices to find a situation for Oliver but in this he failed.\\nAfter a week had elapsed the companion became homesick,\\nand proposed to return, but Oliver would not consent. Before\\nthey left Baltimore they vowed to each other not to separate\\nexcept by mutual consent. The companion offered all he could\\ncommand to be released from this obligation but in vain. At\\nlength Oliver proposed to go to New York and in the event of\\ntheir failing to get employment, or not liking the place, then to\\nship and go to any part of the world. This was assented to.\\nOn the 26th of May, after many kind words of advice from\\ntheir host, they took seats in a forward car of the Camden and\\nAmboy Railroad. About noon they were landed in New York\\nagain friendless and penniless in a strange city. On reaching\\nthe lower part of Broadway, they met a merchant of Baltimore\\nwhom they knew only by sight. So glad were they of the\\nprivilege of even looking on some one they had seen before,\\nthat they followed him, until he entered a store.\\nThey strolled round the city for nearly an hour, baggage in\\nhand. On going through Fulton street, a printer s sign met\\ntheir view. Oliver entered the office, and found Mr. William\\nS. Dorr the proprietor, at his desk writing an advertisement for a\\nhand. Terms were agreed upon, and after despatching his com-\\nrade to find a boarding house, Oliver went to work. After a\\nshort time the comrade returned in great alarm. Calling Oliver\\naside he exclaimed\\nWhy, John, the boarding-house keepers want pay in ad-\\nvance, and we havn t a cent\\nOliver, really glad to find this was the worst, put on his coat\\nand went to the boarding-house.", "height": "4272", "width": "2484", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0355.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "296\\nJOHN W. OLIVER, M. W. P.\\nI am a printer, Madam, said he boldly to the landlady,\\nfully believing this announcement only necessary to inspire\\nconfidence.\\nIndeed, sir, I have found the printers a very bad set,\\nreplied the landlady. It was only last week one went away\\nfrom here without paying his board!\\nThis was an unlooked-for and unanswerable argument but\\nhowever, they succeeded in gaining the good graces of the\\nlandlady, and were very comfortably provided for.\\nOn the following day the companion procured employment,\\nand for several weeks everything passed along swimmingly.\\nBut the shoemaker soon became dissatisfied and without con-\\nsulting his comrade, shipped and went on a whaling voyage.\\nOliver continued in good employment, and labored faithfully at\\nhis trade.\\nIn 1836 he learnt that his only brother, Isaac, was forming\\nassociations similar to those from which he had fled. This\\ncaused him much uneasiness. He asked his employer for\\nwhom he was then acting as foreman if he would take Isaac\\nas an apprentice, stating that he would like to have his brother\\nlearn to be a printer under his own eye. The employer con-\\nsented, and Isaac was written for.\\nIn November, 1836, John got into business in a small way\\nfor himself, at 134 Division street. A short time after, a young\\nman entered the office, and extending his hand familiarly\\nexclaimed\\nWhy, John, how do you do\\nJohn took his hand mechanically, but said nothing. The\\nstranger continued in astonishment\\nWhy, don t you know me\\nWell, it seems to me your face is familiar, replied John,\\nct but really I cannot call your name.", "height": "4304", "width": "2796", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0356.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "JOHN W. OLIVER, M. W. P. 297\\nIs it possible you don t know your own brother\\nThe scene that followed was interesting and mutually gratify-\\ning 1 But eighteen months before, John had left his brother a\\nsmall boy now, though but seventeen, that brother was as ta.ll\\nas himself. Isaac at once placed himself under John as an\\napprentice.\\nIn 1837, the shoemaker returned from sea, and was much\\nrejoiced, and not a little surprised, to find his old companion\\ndoing so well. A few weeks after, he went back to Baltimore\\nand ultimately to his old associations and habits.\\nThe financial difficulties of 1837 compelled John to relinquish\\nbusiness, and go to work as a journeyman. In May, 1838, he\\nhired a small room at 78 Canal street, and with about $2 50\\nre-commenced business. Not feeling entire confidence however\\nin the enterprise, and as at that time he filled a lucrative situa-\\ntion, he placed his diminutive establishment in charge of his\\nbrother, and continued to work as a journeyman.\\nAfter laboring hard all day, the two brothers would sally forth\\nat night one with a bucket of paste and a brush, the other\\nwith two or three thousand bills calling attention to their office\\nand work at bill posting till twelve or one o clock. The busi-\\nness soon amounted to about thirty dollars a week, and this war-\\nranted John in devoting his whole time to his own office.\\nIn 1841, Isaac was out of his time, and acted as foreman for\\nJohn. In March of the same year, Messrs. Mitchell, Hawkins,\\nPollard, Shaw and Casey, of the original Washington Temper-\\nance Society of Baltimore, visited New York. The brothers\\nOliver were among the first to sign the pledge under their\\ntruthful appeals. They participated in the organization of the\\nWashington Temperance Benevolent Society, and threw them-\\nselves into the work with singular devotion.\\nIn May following, the New York Organ was started, by a", "height": "4276", "width": "2560", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0357.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "298 JOHN W. OLIVER, M. W. P.\\njoint company. When the second instalment on the capital\\nstock was called for however, there was a general backing out,\\nand Oliver was left to assume the paper or let it die. He chose\\nthe former, and continued its publication until July, 1842.\\nFrom various considerations he then disposed of it.\\nFor the first time since he left it, he now made a visit to Bal-\\ntimore. What inroads had Intemperance made upon his old\\nfriends and associates Some had died drunkards some were\\nin prison some had been killed in drunken frays while others\\nwere steeped in poverty and degradation! Then it was that\\nhis heart swelled with gratitude to that mysterious Providence\\nwhich had so strangely influenced him to leave his home, and\\ngo among strangers and which had truly led him on in a way\\nhe knew not.\\nAs soon as it became known to the officers of the Washington\\nTemperance Society that he was in the city, they waited on\\nhim, and insisted that he should make a speech. It was duly\\nset forth in the papers that John W. Oliver, formerly of Balti-\\nmore, and late editor of the New York Organ would deliver\\nan address and a large audience was drawn together among\\nwhich were many of his old associates. He had little confi-\\ndence in his powers as a speaker and active as he had been in\\nthe temperance movement, he had never addressed a public\\nmeeting. It may be supposed, therefore, that he mounted the\\nrostrum with fear and trembling. The audience perceived his\\nembarrassment, and gave him such a round of applause that he\\nwas enabled to proceed with some tolerable degree of confidence.\\nIn the latter part of September, 1842, John and Isaac, while\\nat work in their printing office, got into a conversation about the\\ndifficulties which appeared to hinder the temperance reform.\\nDuring this conversation it was suggested whether an organiza-\\ntion of a more permanent character could not be formed, which", "height": "4340", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0358.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "JOHN W. OLIVER, M. W. P. 299\\nshould bind its members to total abstinence, elevate their charac-\\nters as men, and afford mutual assistance in adversity or distress.\\nThe establishment of the Order of the Sons of Temperance\\nwas the result.\\nAt the organization of New York Division No. 1, September\\n29, 1842, he was elected R. S. by his own request. At the\\nformation of the Grand Division, December 10, 1842, he was\\nchosen G. S. which office he filled until October, 1813, wl.\\nhe was elevated to the Chair of G. W. P. During his adminis\\ntration he planted the Order in Baltimore, and opened the Grand\\nDivisions of New Jersey, Maryland, Pennsylvania and Connec-\\nticut, in person. At the organization of the National Division\\nhe was elected M. W. P. but declined the honor, and was then\\nelected M. W. S. which office he filled for two years. The\\nduties devolving upon these stations at this early stage of the\\nOrder, were immense and it may be safely said, they did not\\nsuffer in his hands. Besides conducting the very extensive cor-\\nrespondence of the Order, he was constantly engaged in explain-\\ning and defending its principles through such newspapers in dif-\\nferent parts of the country as would give him a hearing, and in\\nwriting to influential friends of temperance in every direction\\nurging them to form Divisions.\\nIn October 1844, The New York Organ after changing hands\\nrepeatedly, became so embarrassed that the publisher could not\\ncontinue it. The Grand Division of New York, feeling the im-\\nportance of sustaining a journal devoted to the Order, took the\\nsubject up and after discussing many propositions for its con-\\ntinuance, finally prevailed on Mr. Oliver to re-assume its publi-\\ncation. The paper at that time had run down to about 1,300\\nsubscribers nothing like a sufficient number to defray the ex-\\npense of publication.\\nIn the spring of 1847, Isaac having previously commenced\\nbusiness, the two brothers formed a partnership under the firm", "height": "4276", "width": "2532", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0359.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "300 JOHN W. OLIVER, M. W. P.\\nof Oliver and Brother, which still continues and by their well-\\ndirected energy, their business was greatly increased. They\\ncommenced the publication of Temperance Tracts on a large\\nscale, and we believe they were the first who made such an\\nenterprise pay.\\nIn December of this year the famous libel suit was tried, in\\nwhich the rumsellers obtained a verdict against Mr. Oliver of $250\\nand costs, amounting altogether to $800. This however proved\\nrather a thorn in the sides of the grog-dealers, for the friends\\nof Temperance at a large public meeting in the Tabernacle\\nmade up $200, which they presented to Mr. Oliver. He offered\\nthis sum as a premium for the best Essay on the Evils of the\\nLiquor Traffic, and this produced Kitchel s Celebrated Appeal,\\nvery generally considered the ablest paper written on the subject.\\nIn 1849, The Organ reached a weekly circulation of 11,000.\\nDuring that year Oliver and Brother issued nearly a million\\nTemperance tracts and papers. In January 1850, from a heavy\\nincrease of business, and from other causes, they deemed it best\\nto dispose of The Organ, and confine their attention exclusively\\nto the printing business. Since then they have nearly doubled\\nthat part of their business and appear to be on the high road\\nto fortune.\\nAt the seventh session of the National Division, held in Bos-\\nton, June 11, 1850, Mr. Oliver was elected M. W. P.\\nThe two brother s have recently erected and fitted up two\\nfine dwellings in the upper part of the city, at a cost of $20,000\\nwhich they now occupy.\\nThe contrast between the successful emplojnng Printer and\\ndevoted friend of Temperance of 1850, and the pedestrian, pack\\nin hand, running away from his bad habits in 1835, furnishes a\\nmost interesting and useful lesson. It is a striking example of\\nwhat may be accomplished by Decision, Perseverance, In-\\ndustry and Temperance.", "height": "4340", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0360.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "THE DUTY OF TEMPERANCE MEN.\\nBY N. WILSON, P. G. W. P.\\nThis subject suggests several very important, serious and\\ndeeply interesting questions, into the full merits of all which,\\nwithout occupying too much space in your contemplated\\nvolume, I shall not attempt to examine.\\nMan was created upright and in the image of his Maker and\\nendowed with a capacity to reflect and reason, and with these\\nfaculties in active natural exercise, our duty, or that which is\\nthe same thing, our obligations, to our Creator, to society and\\nto our fellow-man, will, at once, become apparent and under\\nproper influences, develope and ripen, into the most beautiful\\nand cheering results.\\nBut, it is the ten thousand malign influences, the invention of\\nthat same old serpent, that so sadly and fatally imposed upon\\nthe credulity, of mother Eve, in the first Eden, to contend\\nagainst which, we need more than the wisdom of Solomon and\\nthe patience of Job, and over which to be completely successful,\\nwe need, and must have the aid and blessing of the Great Patri-\\narch above. And again, in the volume of inspiration, it is writ-\\nten, The seed of woman shall bruise the serpent s head. A\\nglorious promise and full of hope. With emphasis, this, then,\\nwe ask, what is our duty, as Temperance men", "height": "4252", "width": "2524", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0361.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "302 THE DUTY OF TEMPERANCE MEN.\\nThis question is intimately, yea, inseparably connected with\\nall the great interests of society, pecuniary, social, political,\\nmoral and religious.\\nAnd it is of the highest consequence, that the literature of\\nour country should everywhere breathe an atmosphere, the\\nfarthest possible removed from the fumes of alcohol. Heaven\\nforbid, that any altar, hereafter reared by genius in any of the\\nvaried departments of learning, science, or art, throughout the\\nlength and breadth of this boasted land of liberty, should be\\ndedicated to Bacchus, or that worshippers of the heathen wine-\\ngod should be found in free America.\\nThat such have existed is a sad reality, painful to contem-\\nplate. To prevent such in future and to reclaim their unfortu-\\nnate devotees is the urgent, imperious duty of Temperance men.\\nHere, to be sure, another grave question presents itself, requir-\\ning solution. How can it he done Could this question be\\nanswered with entire satisfaction, I should almost be tempted to\\nexclaim with the good Simeon of old, it is enough, now lettest\\nthou thy servant depart in peace, c. Our answer is, much,\\nvery much can be done by individual and united effort by con-\\ntinued and unwearied energy in any and every possible way,\\nthat affection and kindness, interest and ingenuity can suggest,\\nand let the effort be commensurate with the evil to be encoun-\\ntered and the difficulties and obstacles in the way of its success-\\nful accomplishment. Let the voice of warning, of entreaty,\\nof expostulation, of stirring, but kind rebuke be heard and\\nrepeated not only to the tempted, but to the tempter. Let each\\nbe made to see and feel his situation and if need be and when\\nmilder means have failed, each should be compelled to desist,\\nby such other means, as every intelligent moral people will be\\nsure to apply, as the emergency may require.\\nThe character of the obstacles and of the individuals impli-", "height": "4304", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0362.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "THE DUTY OF TEMPERANCE MEN. 303\\ncated deserve careful and sober consideration. If words, or\\ngrass will do, use either or both, as the occasion may require\\nbut, if neither will answer, then pelt, the offender, with\\nstones. But, let me not be misunderstood on this point, The\\nstones are designed for the Tempter, not the Tempted.\\nThe Rev. T. P. Hunt of Philadelphia, one of the most elo-\\nquent advocates of Temperance in our country, in one of his\\npublic addresses, remarked, when I can make an individual\\nengaged in this murderous and infamous business see and feel,\\nthat if there is a being on earth, who deserves from man a\\nhalter and from God a hell, it is a rumseller, then I have some\\nhope of his abandoning the business without legal coercion and\\nI have no hope until then.\\nSuch, in fact, has been my own observation and experience\\non this subject, that, I am constrained to believe, the dealer in\\nintoxicating drinks, of the present day, can, in no way, be\\nrestrained, so long as money can be made out of it, unless,\\nhe is driven from the traffic. Yes driven. Drive him by kind-\\nness, by argument, by persuasion, by setting before him the nature\\nand woeful consequences of his avocation, if you can but and\\nif need be, by the strong arm of the law, energetically and\\npersevering] y applied. Half-way measures are of no avail.\\nThe individual engaged in such business should be made to\\nunderstand the length, depth, breadth and enormity of his busi-\\nness. Mere dollars and cents are nothing. Character, life,\\nmerit, temporal and eternal destiny are at stake. The Judg-\\nment Day only can reveal the true nature, enormity and extent\\nof such traffic. But, it will be written out there by the pen of\\nthe Almighty and it will be read there in the presence of the\\nassembled universe.\\nAnd here, I frankly admit, that, I have witnessed so many\\nspectacles of human misery, of blasted hopes and blighted,", "height": "4276", "width": "2484", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0363.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "304 THE DUTY OF TEMPERANCE MEN.\\nruined prospects and often, where hope seemed brightest and\\nseen and known so much of the heartless, meaningless promises\\nof the rumseller, and have been so long toiling and making\\nsacrifices for the suppression of this terrible evil, that, I may be\\nsomewhat impatient for a speedy triumph.\\nIt may be very easy, for those, who are too indifferent, or too\\nlazy, or selfish to toil for the good of others, to preach patience,\\nbut, circumstances may occur, when, forbearance ceases to be a\\nvirtue and it is equally true, that, those who feel and truly feel\\nare also equally ready to act.\\nCan one stand on the brink of a precipice, or on the edge of\\na mighty cataract, over which to step or plunge, is inevitable\\ndeath, and see his friends and neighbors, or even strangers con-\\nstantly approaching and never lift the warning voice, or raise an\\narm to save 1 We see them take the fearful plunge the broken\\nrocks and the boiling vortex have crushed and swallowed up\\nmany others are nearing it and can we stand idle spectators\\nof such a scene Something must be done and somebody must\\ndo it.\\nVaried and multiplied have been the efforts to suppress this\\nmonster vice. The pledge of abstinence from distilled liquors\\ndid much, The Total Abstinence Pledge did more, and that\\nmovement, which took for its title,.the name of the Father of\\nhis Country and without sullying it, did yet more and a proud\\nday was that for America. But, time rolled on and even this\\nwonderful agency lost its magic power. The tide of sympathy\\nnad reached its full flow and had already begun to ebb. The\\nvarious eras had, one after another, spent their vitality and\\nenergy and still the pestilence raged on. Philanthropists began\\nto look and wonder and stare each other in the face and with\\nrestless anxiety ask each other, what shall be done? By\\nwhom shall we go up]", "height": "4340", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0364.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "THE DUTY OF TEMPERANCE MEN. 305\\nAt this crisis, sprung into being the noble Order of the Sons\\nof Temperance and with its tri-colored flag unfurled to the\\nbreeze, with the inspiring motto, Love, Purity and Fidelity,\\nthousands rushed to its standard, and by this new agency thou-\\nsands of hearts have been made glad, and the tear of sorrow\\ndried from many a weeping eye. This Order has indeed estab-\\nlished A City of Refuge and proclaimed a year of jubilee,\\nand richly does it deserve the gratitude, encouragement and\\napprobation of the community.\\nBut, alas, powerful and successful as has proved this new\\nagency the great work is not accomplished. Much, very\\nmuch yet remains to be done. The demon of intemperance\\nstill stalks unrestrained through many of the fairest portions of\\nthis beautiful land. The bitter tear still flows hearts once\\nglowing with love and joy are broken the mother weeps and\\nsighs the fond and doting wife mourns and pines in secret,\\nsickness follows, and the king of terrors is welcomed to give re-\\nlief to that sorrow, the living cannot bear..\\nAnd must it be thus? Can nothing more be done? Duty\\nstill points onward and upward and in language not to be\\nmisunderstood, bids us hope on, hope ever.\\nHistory informs us, that, the father of the young Hannibal\\nrequired of his son a solemn vow of eternal enmity to the\\nRomans, which he seems to have kept and regarded as even\\nmore sacred than his life. Success attended him on every hand\\nand many and brilliant were his victories. But, Hannibal was\\nfinally forced to surrender not conquered by Rome, for Rome,\\nwith all her power and her hosts of valiant warriors and urged\\non by the brave Scipio, could never have vanquished Hannibal,\\nhad the Carthegenian Senate sustained their noble general and\\nsent him the men and supplies demanded sustained as he should\\nhave been, the Roman Eagle must have trailed in the dust.\\n20", "height": "4276", "width": "2484", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0365.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "306 THE DUTY OF TEMPERANCE MEN.\\nIf wise, we may hence learn an instructive and salutary\\nlesson.\\nLet temperance men sustain each other, sustain their friends\\nmen and means should never be wanting to carry on this holy\\nwar.\\nWe may properly and honestly differ in our views and plans\\nof accomplishing the great object, but, if sincere and true, every\\nminor consideration will be wained, and common danger and a\\ncommon foe will concentrate and combine our efforts, and every\\nreasonable sacrifice required will be made with cheerfulness and\\nalacrity.\\nNone dare deny the justness of our cause, or that our object\\nis noble and praiseworthy. Heaven has smiled upon us good\\nmen have approbated we are sure, that we are right let us\\nthen u go-ahead.\\nI have time only, in this communication, to speak of one\\nother point and that is, the duty of Temperance men to the\\nyoung men of our country. Our young men must early take\\nthe Vow and swear upon their country s altar eternal enmity\\nto the common foe of all mankind. Our youth must be\\ntrained to temperance. But, with whom shall their early train-\\ning begin 1 We answer, with the mother. It is her prerogative,\\nher duty, her pleasure.\\nBonaparte once asked the celebrated Madam De Stael, in\\nwhat manner he could best promote the happiness of the French\\nnation. Instruct the mothers of the French People, was\\nher noble reply. And it was a noble sentiment, replete with\\npolitical wisdom.\\nBy one of the laws of the famous Spartan Law-giver, the\\ngreat Lycurgus, the infants of Sparta were trained for the State\\nby their mothers, and these were the children, numbering only\\nsix thousand, who with the brave Leonidas stood in the Pass of", "height": "4304", "width": "2648", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0366.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "THE DUTY OF TEMPERANCE MEN. 307\\nThermopylae and turned back and conquered Xerxes with his\\ntwo and one-half millions of trained Persian Soldiers.\\nThe influence of the educated mother, who has right views\\nupon this great subject (and every woman should have, as she\\nvalues the prosperity and happiness of her offspring,) is beyond\\nhuman calculation. Let the youthful, and buoyant impulses\\nbeat high for Temperance, and may their young blood never be\\npoisoned by the use of intoxicating beverages.\\nTo our young men, then, let our efforts be faithfully and per-\\nseveringly directed Humanity demands it Love for our com-\\nmon country, for our own fire-sides require it Our holy Religion,\\nand the obligations we are under to the Supreme Ruler of the\\nUniverse enjoin it as an imperious Duty.\\nUnder such influences, and urged on by high and holy\\nmotives to do good, the coming generation will be safe our\\ncountry will be safe, and we, with justifiable pride, and eleva-\\nted pleasure, may point to such and exclaim These are my\\njewels", "height": "4220", "width": "2452", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0367.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "THE SPOILER.\\nBY MRS. SIGOURNEY.\\nParent who with speechless feeling,\\nO er thy cradled treasures bent,\\nEvery year new claims revealing,\\nYet thy wealth of love unspent\\nHast thou seen that blossom blighted\\nBy a drear untimely frost 1\\nAll thy labor unrequited?\\nEvery glorious promise lost?\\nWife with agony unspoken,\\nShrinking from affliction s rod,\\nIs thy prop thine idol broken\\nFondly trusted next to God 1\\nHusband o er thy hope a mourner,\\nOf thy chosen friend ashamed,\\nHast thou to her burial borne her,\\nUnrepentant unreclaimed 1", "height": "4344", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0368.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "THE SPOILER. 309\\nChild in tender weakness turning\\nTo thy heaven appointed guide,\\nDoth a lava-poison burning,\\nTinge with gall affection s tide\\nStill that orphan burden bearing,\\nDarker than the grave can show,\\nDost thou bow thee down despairing,\\nTo a heritage of wo 1\\nCountry on thy sons depending,\\nStrong in manhood, bright in bloom,\\nHast thou seen thy pride descending,\\nShrouded to the unbounded tomb?\\nRise on eagle pinion soaring\\nRise like one of God-like birth\\nAnd, Jehovah s aid imploring,\\nSweep the spoiler from the earth.", "height": "4236", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0369.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "HON. HORACE GREELEY.\\nHorace Greeley was born in the town of Amherst, New\\nHampshire, on the 3d day of February, 1811 his father, who\\nthen owned and cultivated a small farm lying partly in Amherst\\nand partly in Bedford, N. H., now lives in Western Pennsylva-\\nnia his mother also still lives. The Greeleys are of English\\nstock, and had been for several years settled in this country\\nmainly in the lower part of New Hampshire, where they were\\ngenerally poor farmers, though there is a branch of the family\\nsettled in Maine, descended from a brother of the common\\nancestors of the New Hampshire Greeleys, who came out from\\nEngland in the same vessel with the other. As long ago as\\n1*740, the New Hampshire branch was settled in Salisbury,\\nN. H. The mother of Horace was, before marriage, Mary Wood-\\nburn, of Londonderry, N. H., all whose ancestors, (Woodburns,\\nClarks, c.,) were Scotch-Irish, transplanted from Scotland into\\nIreland some centuries ago, Presbyterians in faith, and provided\\nwith wild lands in New Hampshire, by William III., for their\\nvalor and devotion to the Protestant cause displayed by them in\\nthe desperate defence of Londonderry, Ireland, against the Cath-\\nolic Irish, fighting for King James II. The town of Londonderry,\\nN. H., was granted to these defenders of old Londonderry, and a\\ntract of one hundred and twenty acres allotted to John Wood-", "height": "4304", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0370.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "M O", "height": "4260", "width": "2496", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0373.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4284", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0374.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "HON. HORACE GREELEY 311\\nourn, ancestor of Mary, settled by him in 1721-2, and ever since\\nowned and cultivated by him and his male descendants. Its pre-\\nsent possessor is John Woodburn, youngest surviving brother of\\nMrs. Greeley.\\nHorace is the oldest of five surviving children of Zaccheus and\\nMary Greeley two having died before his birth. He possessed\\nfrom infancy a remarkable facility of acquiring such know-\\nledge as taxed the faculties of perception and memory only, hav-\\ning learned, with scanty and fitful instruction, to read well in\\nhis fourth, and to spell excellently before he had completed his\\nfifth year. A habit of reading equally well from a book with\\none end or the other toward him insensibly acquired by learn-\\ning to read from a book lying on his mother s knee while she\\nwas engaged in work, and he standing by her side, was a subject\\nof much crude wonder during his infantile years, and gave coun-\\ntenance to many neighborhood tales of marvelous proficiency\\non his part, which have not yet faded from the fireside gossip\\nof the towns in which his earliest years were passed. His\\nfaculty of spelling correctly (through the tenacity of his memory\\nmerety,) placed him at the head of the first class, while attend-\\ning school from his grandfather Woodburn s, when but four and\\nfive years old, over the heads of pupils of from fifteen to twen-\\nty-odd years, and as he took part in the evening spelling\\nmatches, requiring to be aroused when his turn came to spell, it\\nwas currently reported that he spelled just as well asleep as\\nawake. His facility of learning and remembering songs, recita-\\ntions, c.j prolonged the wonder for a year or two, when, (being\\nstill too small to learn to write,) he was set to studying grammar,\\nand the bubble burst at once. Here simple tenacity of memory\\nwould not suffice, and his infantile progress was slow enough.\\nThe rudiments of arithmetic, however, he found very easy of\\nacquirement, and fancied that he might have attained distinction", "height": "4284", "width": "2468", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0375.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "312 HON. HORACE GREELEY.\\nin mathematics, had opportunity served. But at seven years of\\nage he was called from school to labor on his father s farm, and\\nhas never since devoted a summer day to study, except a very\\nfew rainy ones. He continued to attend in winter for the most\\npart until fourteen, but the terms were then much shorter, and\\nthe facilities for acquirement much less than they now are. He\\nnever saw the inside of any academy, seminary, nor select school\\nas a student.\\nWhen seven years old, his father removed to a larger farm in\\nBedford, which he worked, (on shares,) two years, returning to\\nhis own in 1820. He was soon after overwhelmed with pecu-\\nniary embarrassment, (then all but universal in that region,) had\\nhis property taken by the Sheriff, on suspicion of debt (no one\\nhaving obtained a judgment against him,) and, leaving his family\\nwell cared for, he started westward in search of another home.\\nHe found one m the town of Westhaven, Vermont, near the\\nhead of Lake Champlam, returned for his family and removed\\nthem thither, in January, 1821. Here he lived till 1826, devot-\\ning three years to clearing land, one to farming on shares, and\\none to running a saw-mill, aided in all by his two boys, ranging\\nfrom nine to fifteen years of age. In 1826, he looked further,\\nfound a home to his mind in Erie county, Pennsylvania, return-\\ned for his family, and removed thither, and there is still his\\nhome, with that of a majority of his children, now all married.\\nIn 1822, Horace who had early shown a fondness for reading,\\nespecially Newspapers, and had resolved to be a Printer, went\\nto the Printing-office in Whitehall, N. Y., and applied to be\\ntaken as an apprentice, but was rejected as too young and feeble.\\nIn 1826, he applied at the office of the Northern Spectator, in\\nPoultney, Vermont, and was accepted. Here he remained un-\\ntil June, 1830, when the paper stopped, the business was discon-\\ntinued, and he started westward to his father s, which he had", "height": "4348", "width": "2684", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0376.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "HON. HORACE GREELEY. 313\\ntwice already visited. He remained in that vicinity, working- at\\nintervals at Jamestown, N. Y., Lodi, N. Y., and Erie, Pa., and\\noccasionally on his father s farm, until August of the following\\nyear, when, finding no more work at his trade, he left for New\\nYork, landing from a tow-boat, at the foot of Broad-street, on\\nthe 18th of that month, very poorly clad, with few dollars not\\nyet of age, and knowing no one within two hundred miles.\\nHis youth, inexperience, and raw appearance, caused him to be\\nsuspected and challenged as a runaway apprentice, but by per-\\nsevering efforts he finally found work as a journeyman, and was\\nemployed in various offices, with occasional intervals of nothing\\nto do, for the next eighteen months. Early in 1833, he, in con-\\nnection with another young Printer, Francis V. Story, obtained\\nwork, which justified them in running in debt for the materials\\nof a small Job and Newspaper Printing-office, with which they\\nbegan to execute orders. In July following, Story was drown-\\ned, and Jonas Winchester, a friend of the family succeeded him\\nin the business, which was and continued to be prosperous and\\nextending. The next spring, (March 22, 1844,) Greeley and\\nWinchester commenced The New-Yorker a weekly journal\\nof literature and general intelligence, of which the project had\\nfor some time been cherished by the former, who became its\\nEditor. It had less than a dozen subscribers, at the outset, the\\npublishers being scarcely known, in the city or out of it, but it\\ngradually attained a circulation of more than nine thousand\\ncopies. It was never profitable, however, having a great many\\nmore patrons than supporters, and its weekly exactions were a\\nconstant source of anxiety and care to its publishers. Mr. Win-\\nchester retired from the concern by agreement in 1836, taking\\nwith him what was left of the Job printing, which had hitherto\\nsustained the paper, now mistakenly deemed able to go alone\\nand his place was successively taken by several partners, with", "height": "4284", "width": "2496", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0377.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "314 HON. HORACE GREELEY.\\nno perceptible improvement in its business management or\\npecuniary success. One after another sold out or gave it up as\\na hopeless undertaking, and finally it was left on the hands of\\nthe Editor alone. Meantime he had been obliged to earn his\\nown livelihood mainly outside of the income of the paper, in\\nthe Editorial conduct and pecuniary sustenance of which most\\nof his own time was absorbed. Through the ardent political\\ncontest of the summer of 1834, he printed, and in good part\\nedited a small Whig Daily, entitled The Constitution. Through-\\nout the more protracted and arduous struggle of ,1838, he edited\\na cheap Whig Weekly, issued at Albany, and entitled The\\nJeffersonian. In the campaign of 1840, he edited and published\\na cheap, widely circulated Whig Weekly, entitled The Log-\\nCabin. The first of these was a source of pecuniary loss to\\nhim. The second paid him a salary the third, though issued\\nunder great disadvantages, yielded him a moderate profit so\\nthat in the spring of 1841, after seven years of severe labor and\\nrigid parsimony, the delinquent patrons of The New-Yorker had\\njust about absorbed the little capital on which that paper was\\ncommenced, and his earnings and those of his partners during\\nits continuance no one having ever drawn out of the concern\\na dollar more than he had put in, and very rarely that much.\\nThe fruits of all this toil and experience was a convii tion of the\\nsuperiority of Cash Payment, so far at least as Newspapers are\\nconcerned.\\nIn the spring of 1841, Mr. Greeley, then without a partner,\\nand with very moderate means, resolved to try the experiment\\nof a cheap Whig daily, devoted to the interests of Labor as he\\nunderstood them, to liberal sentiments and generous purposes,\\nto Temperance in all things, to inflexible Morality, and to the\\nexposition and defence of the principles of a beneficent and wise\\nNational Policy. The first No. was issued on the 10th of April,", "height": "4340", "width": "2716", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0378.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "HON. HORACE GREELEY. 315\\nthough the death of General Harrison, and the consequent fore-\\nbodings of disaster among those who had struggled to elect him,\\nhad intervened since the enterprise was determined on to mar its\\nprospects most seriously. The New York Tribune appeared\\non the day observed in our city as one of public mourning for the\\nPresident s death. It had few subscribers to start with, and not\\nmany friends, while its financial reserve was quite limited. The\\nfirst week s current expenses were over five hundred dollars its\\nreceipts less than one hundred. But the prospect gradually\\nbrightened a most efficient and admirable business-partner soon\\nafter offered to embark in the concern, and was accepted, to the\\nimmediate liberation of the editor from a chafing burthen of pe-\\ncuniary anxieties and business cares and at the close of the first\\nyear the paper had over Ten Thousand daily subscribers and\\npurchasers, and was fully paying its way. It has never since\\ndone worse, and its patronage has gradually increased to seven-\\nteen thousand daily, beside a weekly edition of over thirty thou-\\nsand copies, and a semi-weekly, California, c, amounting to\\nseveral thousands more. Probably no other journal issued in\\nAmerica is more widely diffused or exerts a more decided influ-\\nence on public sentiment and public policy. And the daily is\\nnow the cheapest sheet, considering its size and the amount of\\nreading, that is issued in the world.\\nOn the 1st of January, 1825, our subject, then not quite four-\\nteen years of age, concluded, on a review of matters in general,\\nthat he would drink no more Ardent Spirits, and has ever since\\nadhered to that resolution. He did not know when he made\\nthe resolve that any Temperance Society existed, nor was he\\nacquainted with an individual who utterly rejected the Spark-\\nling bowl. Liquor had always been free in his father s house,\\nand no one made drunk by it. Still, he concluded to do with-\\nout it, and, except a little taken as medicine when he had the", "height": "4296", "width": "2476", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0379.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "316 HON. HORACE GREELEY.\\nfever and ague soon after, and as much more turned down his\\nthroat at a sheep-washing soon after by three or four friends of\\nThe Largest Liberty who had heard of his resolve not to\\ndrink and were disgusted by its absurdity, he has imbibed no\\nalcoholic potation and desired none. And he now believes that\\nhe has been enabled to endure an amount of protracted mental\\nlabor, physical exposure, late hours, confinement to a sitting\\nposture, c. which must in all probability have cut short his\\nlife ere this, had he been addicted to c moderate drinking.\\nIn the winter of 1840-1 he devoted some time to the consid-\\neration of pauperism, its causes, progress, goal, and the various\\nplans suggested for its counteraction. The result was a pro-\\nfound conviction (from which he has not since swerved) that a\\nradical reform in the social relations of mankind is essential and\\ninevitable. The plan which he was led to believe most practi-\\ncable and beneficent is substantially that of united households\\nand Combined Efforts in industry and art first proposed by\\nCharles Fourier, though many of the speculations of that bril-\\nliant genius with regard to theology, cosmogony, psychology,\\nc. are not accepted by him. But the great practical idea of\\nCo-operation in life and industry, so as to heat, light, supply\\nwith water, and ventilate thoroughly the dwellings of a hun-\\ndred families at one-fourth the cost of effecting the same end\\nwretchedly, or not at all, under our present system of isolation\\nand antagonism, he heartily accepts and labors to commend,\\nhoping to see the day when the same commodious and magnifi-\\ncent edifice shall afford separate and secluded homes for rich\\nand poor at a cost greatly less than the present; when the\\narable earth shall no longer be cut up and covered over by con-\\ntinually exacting fences, but laid off into fields of a mile if\\nnot miles square, cultivated in good part by machinery, securing\\nan immense economy of Labor and a vast increase of Produc-", "height": "4340", "width": "2704", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0380.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "HON. HORACE GREELEY. 817\\ntion, while Schools far superior to the present shall be found\\nunder the very roof which shelters the children needing their\\ninculcations, with ample libraries, apparatus, reading-rooms,\\nhalls for devotion, Social Intercourse, Festivity, c. c. Such\\nare among the outward and physical manifestations of l the\\ngood time coming which The Tribune anticipates, awaits and\\nstrives to secure.\\nMr. Greeley was married on the 5th of July, 1836, to Mary\\nYoung Cheney of Litchfield, Conn., then a teacher in Warren-\\nton, N. C. Five children have been born to them, of whom\\nbut one, a daughter born in November, 1848, survives. An\\nidolized son (Arthur Young) was swept off by the Cholera,\\nJuly 12th, 1849, aged five and one-fourth years. The others\\ndied in infancy the eldest six months old. The father, now\\nthirty-nine years old, is of pale complexion, light hair, half\\nbald, stooping in gait, and of medium height and size, though\\nformerly quite slender. He was chosen in 1848 to fill a va-\\ncancy in the XXXth Congress, and served through the short\\nsession preceding Gen. Taylor s inauguration. Though always\\ndeeply interested in public affairs, he was at no other time, a\\ncandidate for any political station of consequence.", "height": "4284", "width": "2484", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0381.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "JOHN H. W. HAWKINS\\nThis distinguished laborer in the cause of Temperance, was\\nborn in the city of Baltimore, State of Maryland, September\\n28th, 1797 he was the son of a pious father, whose death\\noccurred when his son, the subject of the following remarks, was\\nbut 14 years of age, his mother being poor, and left with a large\\nnumber of children, and John being the oldest of the male chil-\\ndren, he was bound by the Orphans Court to the trade of a hat-\\nter, at which trade he served until he was 21 years of age. It\\nwas at this early age he was thrown into the worst of associ-\\nations he began thus early in life to accustom himself to the\\nhabitual use of intoxicating drinks the habit growing stronger\\nand stronger until he became a periodical drunkard. When 22\\nyears of age, he left his native city and wandered to the western\\ncountry he at length reached the State of Kentucky this was\\nin the year 1819, he took up his residence in the village of Bed-\\nford, county of Henry, where he remained about three years it\\nwas during his residence in the above State that he became a\\nconfirmed drunkard. Returning to his native home, he saw the\\nnecessity of restraining himself, being under the eye of his pious\\nmother. Shortly after his return home, he was married to a de-\\nvotedly pious young lady, by the name of Rachel Thompson,\\nby whom he had six children, three of whom are now living,\\nviz William, Elizabeth and Hannah, the last named, the Tern-", "height": "4304", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0382.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4260", "width": "2548", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0385.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4260", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0386.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "JOHN H. W. HAWKINS. 319\\nperance world will at once recognize as the devoted child who,\\nunder God, was the instrument of his final reformation, which\\ntook place in Baltimore on the 15th June, 1840. The ever me-\\nmorable Washington Temperance Society being formed of many\\nof his old associates, he resolved at once to join them, and the\\nmoment that he did so, he found favor in the sight of God, and\\nhis fellow-men. In the month of March following the forma-\\ntion of the above society, the friends of temperance in the city\\nof New York, hearing of this extraordinary movement, which\\nthen numbered more than a thousand reformed drunkards, re-\\nsolved to have some of them come to the city of New York and\\nhold temperance meetings, negociations were entered into at\\nonce for a delegation, accordingly five proceeded to the city of\\nNew York amongst them was the subject of our remarks.\\nAfter laboring with his companions for some time in the city of\\nNew York the friends of the cause in the city of Boston, hearing of\\ntheir wonderful success in the reformation of the most abandon-\\ned drunkards, resolved to have some of them pay the city of Bos-\\nton a visit accordingly Mr. Hawkins and William E. Wright\\nwent on, and held many interesting meetings, to which thou-\\nsands flocked, and brought with them their unfortunate friends,\\nwho signed the pledge, and reformed their lives. The great\\nmass meeting held in Old Faneuil Hall, the Cradle of Liberty,\\nwill long be remembered when the two speakers entered, the\\nOld Cradle rocked with the greatest burst of welcome that was\\never known in the city of Boston. When they took their seats\\non the stand they were eyed closely by the vast multitude with\\nastonishment; after the meeting was opened with prayer, Mr.\\nHawkins was introduced to the audience by that indefatigable\\nphilanthropist, Deacon Moses Grant it may be well for us at\\nthis point of our narrative, to give the reader some of his re-\\nmarks upon that memorable occasion.", "height": "4272", "width": "2548", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0387.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "320 JOHN H. W. HAWKINS.\\nWhen I compare, said he, the past with the present\\nmy days of intemperance with my present peace and sobriety\\nmy past degradation with my present position in this Hall the\\nCradle of Liberty I am overwhelmed. It seems to me Holy\\nground. I never expected to see this Hall. I had heard of it\\nin boyhood. Twas here that Otis and the elder Adams argued\\nthe principles of American Independence, and we now meet\\nhere to declare ourselves free and independent to make a\\nsecond Declaration not quite so lengthy as the old o le, but it\\npromises life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Our fore-\\nfathers pledged their lives and fortunes and sacred honors we,\\ntoo, will pledge our honor, our life, but our fortunes have gone\\nfor rum\\nThe speech of which the above is only a part, produced the\\nmost happy results, and from this time the cause began to ad-\\nvance with the most astonishing results, and now while we write\\nthis most imperfect sketch, the subject of our remark is still la-\\nboring with unexampled perseverance in the great cause which\\nhas blessed millions of our fellow beings.\\nMr. Hawkins by his intemperance, which is a natural conse-\\nquence, neglected the education of his children, and in the year\\n1841, he moved his family to the city of Boston, their present\\nplace of residence, he at once placed his three children to school\\nat the Wesleyan Academy, North Wilbraham, Mass., his son\\nentered and graduated at the Wesleyan University, Middletown,\\nConnecticut, he then entered the Theological Seminary near\\nAlexandria, Va., which is under the patronage of the Episcopal\\nChurch, and is now preparing himself for the ministry in said\\nChurch, upon which duties he will enter in about one e r from\\nthis time. It is indeed gratifying to see what the cause of Tem-\\nperance has done, not only for Mr. Hawkins, but for thousands\\nof others.\\nE 1059\u00c2\u00a9", "height": "4336", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0388.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4296", "width": "2544", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0389.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4336", "width": "2660", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0390.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4304", "width": "2548", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0391.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4340", "width": "2816", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0392.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4288", "width": "2556", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0393.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": ".tiffifiSX 0F CONGRESS\\n020 250 941 1\\nmBBSSe\\nP\\nm\\nmm\\nTfci\\npn\\nIf", "height": "4585", "width": "3125", "jp2-path": "nationaltemperan00cary_0394.jp2"}}