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From the Lighthouse.
THE OLD TOPERTO HIS CHUM.
BY MISS ABHY M. FOSTER, |
O don't you remember the time, friend Joe, j
The time now long since flown
When we staggered home with our jugs at mgni.
And found the keyhole gone?
But now, we stand proudly erect, friend Joe,
Our steus are firm and tree, ,i,.i„u
And the streets, 1 think, since we left off drink
Are straighter than they used to be!
And don't you remember the pump, friend Joe,
That always stood ready to light,
hi O e y middle of the street friend Joe,
By the old moss-cushioned stone.
And do you remember the fashions, Joe,
The fashions we followed then ?
ThVfantastic array of eolon>»£»«•,
'Till we scarcely looked like men?
But since we've joined the Sons, friend Joe-
At its odity you will smile—-
Broadcloth'suits and polished boots-
Is now the prevailing style.
And do you remember the bricks friend Joe,
That shelter us from the blast.
And we used to talk of smiles, friend Joe,
And knowingly tip the wink
Vothe devlT'sclerk behind the bar
Who served out his master s dnn k . _
But learned since we joined the Dlvislon.Joc,
There are smiles more inspiring, tar
We've Strength to bear and course to dare,
While woman's our guiding stir.
And do you remember sweet Kate, friend Joe,
wtuVonce was my blushing bride—
my cruell negect
'Till she faded, and dropped and died?
Qb mv heart would break with grief, friend joo,
HDid I not feel that now, ...... , A
Prom her home above, her faithful love,
Pities and pardons me now.
nut while we remember the past, friend Joo,
vvuv. a slo-h for its wasted hours,
wYwilstrive that our future life may be
More"worthy our nob lest powers,
toO"*^ 1 * Ving
A w?p?hfto e m e the crystal spring.
VvAsaALBQBQ. Mk#i June, 1860.
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From the Lighthouse.
GREAT INDIGNATION MEETING.
BY MISS ABBY M. FOSTEB.
Having occasion, a few days since, while pur
suing my daily avocations, to descend into the
cellar, I was surprised at an unusual noise which
seemed to proceed from a dark closet in one
corner. Knowing that the closet contained
nothing but family stores, together with a few
bottles of currant wine—a single bottle of old
cider, and a bottle or two of ale, I cautiously
opened the door to see what could be the cause
of the strange sounds I heard. Judge of my
aforesaid bottles of wine, cider, &c, had orga
nized themselves into an indignation meeting,
and were di-cussing the doings of tho Divi
sion " Thi iking it might interest you, I took a
few notes of the proceedings. The oldest mem
ber of the meeting-a bottle of currant wine
memoration of my mother's wedding, it having
been bottled on that occasion— occupied the
C Atttie moment of my opening the door, the
bottle of old cider was making a very imflum
a perfect state of fermentation at the disgraceful
manner in which we have been treated for tho
last lew months! I thought at first I would
keep my temper and the excitement would soon
blow over, and we should be called upon toftc-
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sufferers, if it is'nt enough to sour the , subtest
disposition, to be left hero, unnoticed, month
after month, until one loses all freshness and
life and becomes so hard that tho dryest old
toper would make a wry face at the taste of you
Sometimes I think I shall explode!" "HI hold
the cork," said young wine, with a little bub
ble which sounded like a chuckle; but tho old
sentleman turned upon him such a look of acid
ity, that ho was glad to hide himselt behind M*
eiders. Here the chair arose and remarked, that
" it was with grief and indignation that he saw
the course taken by those crazy fanatics calling
themselves 'Sons and Daughters of Temper
ance.' Wo, said he, who have always sparkled
and shone in tho most aristocratic society ; who
have always been admitted at the boards of |
temperance men, suddenly find ourselves, phi.-cd
in the same category with rum, gin whiskey,
and all tho low tribe of intoxicating beverage*,
which, everybody knows, wo have always held
i tuosc vv i./ "^^ on —that our influence leads
than down as surely as the rill leads to the
oce . vn .-but gentlemen, Ido not see why such
charges should bo preferred against us! If any
one after making our acquaintance, will seek,
tho'low; society found at the common groggery,
it shows a-natural depravity of taste, I think,
and they should, immediately, be kicked out of
genteel society. Why«e should be considered
accountable, I cannot understand; when it is
well known, that our admirers always boast that
they can take care of themselves: when it is proved
that they cannot, they are no longer worthy our
notice but may then be turned over to care of
the temperance division. I approve of temper
ance, gentlemen, but I go for moderation m all
things." [Loud jingling of applause.]
Another member of the wino party here rose,
and said ho "could not sympathise with the
testy gentleman who threatened to burst, as his
family being differently constituted, improved
by age' and therefore could better afford to wait
for further developments; still, he thought im
mediate action necessary to prevent, if possible, (
the spread of this fanatacism. If things were
allowed to go on in this way, where, he would
ask would they end? If wo are to judge the
future by the past, it will not bo long before our
family will be extinct, or consigned to dark
vaults from whence no bottle would ever re
turn 'l have heard in the discussions which
have been hold in the parlor, over head, that at
first these temperance societies only sought to
prevent positive drunkenness; as they gained
in strength they prohibited entirely the use of
all liquors then considered intoxicating, but ex
empted wino, beer, cider, &c, from that degrad
ing association; but now they have taken a step
further, and have swept us all aside. Whore
once stood portly barrels of cider and gay com
panies of wine, ale or beer, there remains but a
single bottle of cider, which the housewife has
preserved for- the ignoble use of giving acidity
to her pies ; and a few bottles of wine for cor
dials ill sickness. Verily, to what base ends
have we come at last! But soon, even this small
chance of getting into company, will be denied
us- for all the doctors are joining the division and
will cease to prescribe us for medicine, even for—
(well, gentlemen, it is no use to dodge an unpal
atable truth) these doctors are sharp, and you
know there is a good deal of humbug in tho idea
Of wine, etc., being necessary in sickness. As
for cider, only yesterday, I heard tho housewifo
say, ' vinegar was just as good for mince pies." '
A huge tub of cider applo-sauce here spluttered
out that ho "guessed she would find that sub
stitute would work with a vengeance if she tried
it in his case."
After some further discussion, the Chairman
remarked that ho had prepared a, series of reso
lutions expressive of tho sentiments of tho meet
ing which he would submit to them for adop-