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0 T H E i T E 1 P E E A ; N C E R E J? O R M .
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S. F. CARY, Editor. ; ' ' ,;;" " ! ' ' - ' : " , CALEB CLARK, Publishm.
W'I'zE CINCINNATI, FRIDAY, JANUARY 28, .1853. Vvj! V " . ' NUMBER I
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"Former Legislation provided for
giuwm, niiu piucuiug iub tun
From the MuMchnietu tift Bot.
The Bum-Seller.
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-' IiOrd. how long shall thi1 Avengef ', '
' h-hiki cj , '. !srf'v HoW tht ienr IwiUi'W math, -r?B"
While ihe needy and the stranger, .
Lured away Irora virtue's path,
Fall the victim of the slayer,
In his foul or gilded layer, : ,! , t .
Where ihe spider-like waylaver
iSpreaJs his soul destroying snare.
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Shall our loveliest sons and daughters
gink in his infernal den,
; Where remorselessly he slaughters - -Thousand
of our fellow men; i
, , Pouring out the tide of ruin ,
In one red snd burning wave,
Freighted with thednrh undoing 1
. Of the beautiful and brave t ,
Shall the fiend devour forever
In his God-defying pride, i
. And the bowl be broken never,
' Whence he pours the damning tide?'
Never quenched the fiery sources '
Of unlathomed woe and sin, , t
Piled sbuut with human corses,
' Black with blighted souls within T
God of mercy ! shall the demon
Scathless pour hia burning bowl, . ,
While the truth's devoted freeman, '
Shrinks away with coward soul T ,
No! from every hill and valley, ,,
Tempest-throated thunders no
Till sniund our banners rally ; . '
Myriads against the foe.
Onward, in the fiery daring ' '
Of the invincible in fight,i ' ' :
With the high majestic bt arinir ,
Of the spirits mailed in Right; ' '
So shall we be armed with Urror ;
To rebuke the Spoiler's lust, ., , . I
' And to tread the holds of error
Down into the trampled dust. ' :,
In the town of Falmouth, Mass;, it
Is said, with a population of 2500,there
is no lire company, no military, nor a
grog-shop, or any place where liquor
can be obtained .-r-Boston Common
wealth, i, ' ( ,(. . ; ' Vi
Very good but we can: beat J it
down in Maiue. In the town of Or
ringion, ctntaining I860 inhabitants,
there is no grog-shop, or place where
liquor can be obtained, and has been
none for twenty years ; and, as a natu
ral consequence, there is . no pauper,
no town debt, and no lawyer. :
, We can say the same of Shelter Is
land and Orient, in the State of New
York. Neither have had for a long
time a grog-shop, or a iawyer. , v
ETERNAL HOSTILITY TO
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lopping oflT th'Branches of. the Fatal Upas,
o iue luoi ussence fpuiar, uui pcrmiuea me people to do bo nore.
Chiijtmaa Or the Gocd Fairy.
BV UBS.
H. X, B. BTOWE.
: " Oh,v rir l Chtistmai w HMniiicr
in a fortnight, and I nave got to think
up presents for every body I", said
Jroung Eleanor Stuart, as she leaned
anguidly back in her chair. . " Dear
me! it's so tedious 1 Everybody has
got everything that can be thought
Of." . ,
Oh, no !" said her confidential
adviser, Miss Lester, in a soothing
tone. 4 You have j means of buying
everything yott can fancy, and,, when
every shop and store is glittering with
all manner, of splendors, you sorely
cannot be at a loss." , , ;i
"Well, now, just listen To be
gin with, there's mamma ! what can
I get, for her? I have thought ; of
ever so many things. She has three
card cases, four gold thimbles, two
writing desks of different patterns ;
and then, as to rings, brooches, boir
es, nnd all other things, I should think
she might; be sick of the sight of them.
I am sure I am," said she, gazing
languidly on her white and jewelled
fingers. , , '
This view of the cage seemed rather
puzzling to the adviser, and there
was silence for a few moments, when
Eleanor, yawning, resumed
"And then there's cousins Ellen
and Mary I suppose they will be
coming down on me with a whole load
of presents ; and Mrs. B. will send me
something she did last year; and
then there's (, cousins William , and
Tom I must get them something,
and 1, would like to do it well enough,
if I only fknew what to get!"
; " Well" said, Eleanor's aunt, who
had been sitting quietly, rattling her
knitting needles during this speech,
"it's a pity that you had not such a
subject to practice on as I was when
I was a girl presents did not fly
about in those days as they do now.
I remember when I was ten years old,
my father gave sister Mary and me a
most marvellous ugly sugar dog for a
Christmas gift, and we were perfectly
THE LIQUOR TRAFFIC:
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thereby invigorating its 'pestilential
delighted with it the very idea i if a
present was new to us."
"Dear aunt, how delighted I should
be, if I had any such fresh, unsophis-;
ticated JxdjJo,,kpreente far 1 .tat
"to get", and get for people that have
more than they know what to do with
now to add pictures, books, and
gilding, when the centre tables are
loaded with them now and rings and
jewels when they are a perfect drug J
I wish myself, that I were not sick
and sated, and tired with havingevery
thing in the world given to mel"
"Well, Eleanor," said her aunt,
"i' you really do want unsophisticated
subjects to practice on, I can put you
in the way of it. 1 can 6how you
more than one family to whom you
might seem to be a very good fairy,
and where such gifts as you could
give with all ease, would seem like a
magio dream.".
"Why, that, really would be worth
while, aunL"
"Look right across the way," said
her aunt. vYou see that building." ,
"That miserable ; combination of
shanties?. Yes.','
"Well, I haye several acquaintan
ces there, who have not been tired of
Christmas gifts, oj; gifts of any other
kind. I assure you, you could make
quite a sensation over there." ,
.-, "Well, who is there? let us know?"
"Do you remember Owen, that
used to make your shoes?" .. . ' ,
, . ''Yes, I remember something about
him." " ' , f
;; "Well, he has fallen intOia,con-j
sumption, and cannot work, any, more,
and ho and his wife tnd three little
children live in one of the rooms
over there.", ' - ;.. , fj
. .'How do they get along?",, , &
. , "His wife takes in sewing, some
times, and sometimes goes out, wa&ttT
ing.-, ! Poor Owen t I was oyer there
yesterday, he looks thin and wist 'u,
and his wife was saying that, he was
parched with .constant fevei and had
very little appetite. She had, with
great self denial, and by resrictinr
herself, almost, of necessary. food, got
him two or three; oranges, and the
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poor fellow seemed so eager after
them."
i '"Poor fellow t " said Eleanor, in
voluntarily. "Now," said her aunt, "suppose
Owen's wife should get up Christinas
morning, and find at the door a cou
ple of dozen of oranges, and some of
.those nice white grapes, such as you
had at your party last week, don t you
see it would make a sensation ? " r
"Why, yes, I think its very likely
it might. But who else, aunt? You
spoke of a great many." ,
"Well, on the . lower floor there is ;
a neat little room, that is always kept
perfectly trim and tidy ; it belongs to
a young couple who have nothing but.
the husband's day's wages to live on.
They are, nevertheless, as cheerful and
happy as a couple of wrens, and she
is up and down half a dozen times a
day to help poor Mrs. Owen. ,
"She ha3 a baby of her own, about,
five months old, and, of course, does
all the cooking, washing, and ironing
for herself and husband ; and yet,
when Mrs. Owen goes out to wash, .
she takes her baby and keeps it whole
days for her.", ' ' :
good fairies should smile on her, '
said Eleanor, "one baby exhausts my
stock of virtue very rapidly."
?But you ought td see her baby,"
saidaunt E., "so plump, so rosy, and
so good nntured, and always clean as
a lily. This baby is a sort of house
hold phrine; nothing is too sacred and
too good for it ; and I believe the lit
tle, thrifty woman feels only one temp
tation to be extravagant, and that is
to get some ornaments to adom this
little divinity." , :
' V hy, did she ever tell you so?
'No 1 but one day I was coming
down stairs, the door of their room'
was partly open, and I saw a pedlar
there with an open box. John, the1
husband, was standing with a little
purple cap on his hand, which he was
regarding with a mystified, admiring
air, as if he didn't quite comprehend
it, and trim little Mary gazing at it
with longing eyes."
J think we might get it," said
John. , '
MOh, ,no,'f said she, regretfully;
"yet I wish we could, it's so pret
ty.". .y (
"Sav no more, aunt. I see toe
good fairy 'must pop a cap into the
window on Christmas morning, in
deed, it shall be done. How they
will wonder where it came from, and
talk about it for months to come ! "
"Well, then," continued her aunt,
in the next street to ours there is a
miserable building, that looks as if it
were just going to topple over ; and
away up in the third story, in a little
room, just under the eaves, live two
poor, lonely, old women ; they ,. are
both nearlv on to ninety. I was in
there day before yesterday, One oif
them is constantly confined to her bed
of rheumatism, ; the other,, weak; and
feeble, jWith failing sight and trem
bling hands, tottering about, her only
helper ; and they are. entirely depen
dent on charity." ; . , . .

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