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I heeded not-I hastened home

And entered in my door,
Where silence like a snake crept out

And slimed along the floor.

Our old cat from the corner came

And crooked her back and cried; I stooped me down and patted her

And then I stood and sighed.

I left the house and sought the street

My mind was growing wild ; And playing with a pile of dust,

I saw a chubby child.

“ Come hither, my little dear,” said I,

66 Where did the people go, Who lived, within yon empty house,

Two years or nearly so ?

Then spake outright the little child,

While I grew deadly paleThe man, sir, was a wicked thief,

And he was sent to jail.

“ His wife and children hid themselves,

But they were found,
And in the gloomy poor-house hearse

Were taken far away.

“ They say, they never will come back,

Because the three are dead



There is no doubt but liquor, and those associatio:: formed in places where the poison is sold, produce many of the evils which are attendant on, if not the cause : that poverty and distress, which it has been the painf duty of the Missionary to witness in all their worst features In the following sketch, I have endeavoured to portray the gradual increase of the power of liquor over the huma mind, until it becomes maddened, and distraught. The Rer. John Street, in his report, makes mention of several case: similar to the one which follows, and which will be found under their respective heads.



"When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be on the earth."

The confessions of a drunkard have but little interest to the virtuous and the moral portion of the community. They are but the record of a maniac's actions, the wild ravings of one lost to honor, to virtue, and shame; a being destitute alike of moral courage, and a mind to render that confession suitable to the public ear. He is a lost wretch, tossed on the billowy waves of life without a guide or rudder, hurried through his brief existence without a knowledge of himself and those around him. I have, therefore, undertaken to



* Founded on facts.

write the confessions of one, and in laying it before my readers, I beg leave to state that the material points are founded on recent and melancholy facts.

"My life began under promising circumstances; the sun of prosperity rose at my birth, and at the age of nineteen, I found myself in possession of fifty thousand dollars. I need not describe what pleasing dreams floated in the perspective scenes before me: nor need I paint feelings excited by an intuitive inclination to act with propriety; and in accordance with those principles, imbibed at an early age from good and virtuous parents. But alas ! how fleeting are these transient visions! They arouse feelings within us to destroy and crush us!

I mingled in society. My company was courted, and as I refrained from liquor, my exhilarated spirits were not occasioned by artificial stimulus. No—they were the buoyant, gay aspirations of youth, animated by prosperity, and warmed by friendship. Love had not yet entered the peaceful dwelling of my heart, and thus I basked in the sunshine of life without an obscuring cloud. My companions were not choice, my disposition being open and volatile, manners bland and unassuming: all were welcome to my friendship and my purse. Society has her forms, her ways, and her fashions-thus the fatal introduction of liquor leads into her precincts all those banesul vices which are its concomitants. Liquor is the footstool to corruption, and its plentitude the ruin of our whole moral system. Society is corrupt at best; but, alas ! how much more so when fashion, custom, and generous feelings, introduce into their circles the veriest monster that ever hell produced, and sent unchained to roam over our earth.

Liquor stirs up the passions, naturally fierce. The gratification of these passions overcome virtue, the strictest rules

of propriety and etiquette, and finally subdues all the nobler qualities of man; and wo to him or her on whom rests its infernal mantle—the fangs of hell are not more powerfulthe grasp of Satan not more dangerous.-But to proceed:

I became fond of liquor. It opened to my view a world of fancy, and in imagination another sphere became perceptible: and while standing on earth, wine conveyed the sense to those scenes far surpassing this dull monopolising sphere. I was entranced and breathed another atmosphere. Wine became my god—I worshipped it as the idol of my soulthe very source of my existence for it renewed the pleasures of life, and re-created me;—my companions were like me, they became disciples of my god, and followers of thought, feeling, and sentiment. Our days were spent in brothels : a whirlwind of unspeakable joy, buoyant hopes, exalted notions, carried me from earth through ether, to regions erected by the brain--infatuation led me on to insanity, and the brain yielded its natural powers to that of a superior quality, and made it conceive worlds of its own, and defy the simple bounds prescribed by the laws of man. The monarch whose imperial brow holds a diadem, was a slave to me, and my infuriate ambition led me to defy the gods, and call them secondary beings in the order of my grand and incomprehensive scale of things; and in the madness of intoxicating fury, I even defied that Being whom I believed only metaphysical, one of dreaming philosophers. Madness has bounds infuriate as man is beneath its power, it still has governing principles. I struck in its fury a friend_he reeled and fell :--life became extinct beneath the desperate blow, and I stood in reality, though not in law, a murderer!

Did this astounding fact which came (through the hellish atmosphere, liquor had created around me) like a flash of lightning upon my benighted sense ?--No--there was a


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