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THE OHIO ORGAN OF THE TEMPERANCE REFORM.
Sadly the day went by," each one
bringing nearer the time towards
which the unhappy woman now looked
forward with a feeling of droad. That
tho landlord Would keep his promise,
she did not for an instant doubt.
Without their 4 cow, how could she,
with all her exertions, feed her chil
" dren? No wonder that her heart was
troubled. "
At last the day before the opening
year came.
"Papa will be home to-morrow,"
' said Emma. "I wonder what he will
bring me for a New Year's gift?"
"I wish he would bring me a
book," said George.
"I'd like a pair of new shoes," re
marked the little girl, more Boberly,
lcoking down at her feet, upon which
were tied, with coarse strings, what
"were called shoe3, but hardly retained
their semblance. "And mamma wants
shoes, too," added the child. "Oh!
I wish papa would bring her, for a
New Year's gift, a nice new pair of
shoes."
The mother heard her children
' talking, and sighed to think how vain
were all their expectations.
"I wish we had a turkey for father's
New Year's dinner," said Emma.
"And some mince pies," spoke up
little Hetty, the youngest, clapping
her hands. "Why don't we have
mince pies, mamma?" she said, ta
king hold of her mother's apron and
looking up at her. "Papa likes mince
pies, I know; and so do I. Don't
you like mince pies, George?"
George, who was old enough to
understand better than the rest of
; them, the true cause of the privations
they suffered, saw that Hetty's ques
tions had brought tears to his mother's
eyes, sought to turn the conversation
into another channel.
Eut the words of the children had
brought to the mind of Mrs. Foster, a
memory of other times. Of the many
happy New Years she had enjoyed
with her husband, their board crowned
with the blessings of the year. Her
dim eyes turned from her neglected
little ones, and fell upon a small or
nament that stood upon the mantle,
It was the New Year's gift of her
husband in better days. It reminded
her too strongly of the contrast be
tween that time and the gloomy pres
ent. She went quickly from the
room to weep, unheard and alone. j
New Years morning at length broke
clear and cold. Mrs. Foster was up
betimes. It was no holiday to her.
Early in the day her husband was to
come home, and although she could
not help looking and wishing for him
to come, yet the thought of him pro
duced a pressure in her bosom. She
felt that his presence would only
bring for her heart a deeper shadow.
The children had grown eager for
him to come. The younger ones
talked of the presents he would bring
them, while George thought of a book,
yet dared hardly hope to receive one.
At last, Emma descried her father
far down the road, and announced, in
a loud voice, his coming. The heart
of the mother throbbed quicker at the
word. She went to the window,
where the children crowded, feeling
troubled, and yet with something of
the old gladness about her heart.
Shf strained her eyes to see him,
and yet dreaded to fix them upon him
too intently, lest more should be seen
than she wished to see. He came
nearer and nearer, and she was yet at
the window, her heart beating audibly.
Could her eyes deceive her, or was it
indeed so? His look was erect and
his step firm, and though his clothes
were the same, they did not look so
untidy.
"Thank God!" she ejaculated si
lently, yet fervently, as he came
nearer still "he issober."
Yes, he was sober.
"Henry!" she could not say another
word, as she took his hand when he
came in. ; Her eyes were full of tears.
He pressed her thin, small, labor worn
hand, tightly, and then turned and
sat down." He, too, was moved as
well as she. But th children gath
ered around him and seemed gladder
to see him than' when he , was last
home. There was a reason for this.
Seeing the hand of George In a sling,
he inquired the cause, and when told
of the accident appeared deeply
grieved, and said he Bhould not go
back to the mill any more. The
heart of his wife fluttered. Was there
a meaning deeper than a momentary
impulse? At last little Hetty, who
had climbed Upon his knee, said,
"Where's my New Year's gift, papa?"
The lather put his hand in his
pocket and pulled out a small picture
book, and gave it to thj" child, who
was wild with joy in a moment. He
had a larger book for Emma, and
Robinson Crusoe for George. '
"And what for mother?" asked
Emm, looking earnestly at her fa
ther. ; "Havn't you brought dear
mother a New Year's gift, too?"
Oh yes," replied the father, I've
got something for her also." His
voice was a little unsteady as he said
this. Then he put his hand into his
pocket again, and after keeping . it
there for a moment ot two, drew out
a large folded piece of paper that
looked like a title deed, and handed it
to his wife, who took it with ft trem
bling hand. She opened it, read a
few words, and bursting into tears,
turned and went quickly from the
room. ' Her's were tears of joy, unut
terable joy. '
Was it then, a title deed of property
that her husband had given her, tilling
her heart with gladness at the thought
of relief from toil and privation and
suffering? Nothing was better than
that, and brought a full and more per
fect joj. It was a New Year's gift
such as she had never dared hope to
: reccivjj he dearest gift in the power
of her husband to bestow. Already
blotted with tears, it was tightly
pressed to her heaving bosom.
What was it? What could it be
but the blessed temperance pledge,
signed in a firm hand, with her hus
band's name.
That was, indeed, a happy New
Year's day to the wife and mother,
who, when the morning dawned, felt
that she was entering upon the dark
est days of her troubled existence.
But a brighter day, unknown, was
breaking. It broke, and no gloomy
clouds have since arisen to obscure
its smiling 6kies. '
How many sorrowing wives received
on this happy New Year's day, a gift
like that which came so unexpectedly
into the hands of Mrs. Foster? A gift
above all price. Hundreds ! Thou
sands ! Could a word fix the num
ber, it would be tens of thousands.
One of the most singular things in
the world, is how men came to chew
tobacco. It is not only dirty and disa
greeable, and spoils your breath, mouth
and shirt bosom, but it contains a
"pizen," as deadly as that vended by
a rattlesnake; and yet, in spite of all
this, there are people who prefer it
not only to guano, but to nectar, and
actually roll it under their tongues as
a sweet morsel. Some men have no
idea of any bliss more exquisite. An
old sailor, while on his death bed,
was asked what he supposed heaven
was fenced in with. With an eye fulll
of hope and expectancy, he exclaimed
" Pig-tail tobacco 1" '
" Mrs. Jenkins," said a little red
headed girl, with a pug nose and bare
feet, "mother says you will obleege
her by lending her a stick of fire-wood,
filling this cruit with vinegar, putting
a little soft soap in this pan, and please
not let your turkey roost on our fence."
labor of tha Sons.
The labor of the Sons is a labor of
love. They seek to pour into the
wounds of animosity and strife, pov
erty and starvation and degradation,
the healing balm of love and affec
tion, comfort and health and respecta
bility, and to rebind and strengthen
the chord that links man to his all
I wise Creator. " They would impress
the mind with the never-ending joys
of a more exalted state of existence,
and emblazon to his vision the reali
ties of a more glorious realm where
Eurity is embibed from tho passing
reeze and where wisdom, health,
riches and happiness, spring from an
eternal fount! ?
To make man happy here and here
after to inspire his soul with the
conscious feeling of an eternal and
blissful reception in a different sphere
to cover iorever lrom nis eyes me
dark forms of drunkenness and pover
ty, error and disgrace, of the past, by
the refulgent .light of Divine Truth,
that exhibits a glorious future to
whisper into his ear the cheering pro
clamations of an era in which the voice
of angels will be heard above the
clamor and confusion of intemperance
and crime an era In which the re
turn of loved ones will calm the mind,
and turn the heart of affection into
one of gladness an era in which
Death, the foe of all our race, shall
loose its fangs one in which discord,
misery and shame, shall give way to
kindness, happiness and honor.
This is what the Sons labor to ac
complish; and oh! with what joy and
gladness do they perform their task,
notwithstanding the many hard speech
es against them by wicked and ungod
ly men. Conscious of right and of
purity of purpose, amid all the oppo
sition that meets them in their work,
they are not wearied. Nor will they
ceast their labor till their errand is
completed till our race is released
from the shackles of intemperance,
and stand forth in their Own true and
immortal dignity and splendorl
Maine Law By Horse Power.
A good story is told of a trick played
in a neighboring town, by some ex
tremely thirsty individuals, for secur
ing a drink. The object of the trick
was to get some liquor out of the town
agent, and it was highly successful.
They procured an old horse, and stood
him in a barn. One of the number
went to the town agent's premises,
and he being absent, "a pint of gin for
a sick horse" was procured of his wife.
This amount was soon exhausted, and
the horse grew worse. Another pint
was procured, the horse being "very
sick indeed," The horse grew worse
again, and a quart was wanted. When
this was gone after, the agent had re
turned. He dealt out the quart, and
went to see it administered.' The
thirsty individuals saw him coming,
or learned of his approach, and fell to
rubbing the poor horse most powerful
ly. Finally, it was decided to take
the liquor to an apothecary, to have
some drugs put into it, as it had not
done much good thus far, and the indi
vidual conveying the treasure made
his way to another barn, to which, one
after another,, the company followed
him, the agent at last being left nearly
alone. . After that gentleman had
been led through various adventures,
the consciousness dawned upon him
that he had been humbugged and he
made his way home. The horse re
covered, and the doctors all had the
head-ache the next day1. Springfield
Republican. ,
A preacher, who had been a prin
ter, observed in one of his sermons,
that " the youth may be compared to
a comma, manhood to a semicolon;
old age to a colon: to which death puts
a period." :' ' ", .
i Agk of ANiitAii-iA bear rarely
exceeds twenty years; a wolf twenty;
a fox fourteen or; sixteen; lions are
long-lived Pompey lived to the age ,
of seventy years; a squirrel or hare
seven or eight years; rabits seven.
Elephants hate been known to five, to
the age of 400 years. When Alexan
der the Great had conquered Phonu,
king of India, he took a great elephant
which had fought valiantly for the
king, named him Ajax, dedicated him
to the sun, and let him go with this
inscription, " Alexander,, the son of
Jupiter, hath dedicated Ajax to the
Sun." This elephant was found with
the inscription 350 years afterwards.
Pigs have been known to" live tp Jthe .
age of thirty years, the rhinoceros to
twenty. A horse has been known to
live to the age of sixty-two, but aver
ages twenty or thirty. Camels some
times live to the age of one hundred.
Stags are long-lived. ; Sheep seldom ;
exceed the age of tea. Cows live
about fifteen years. Cuvier considers
it probable that whales sometimes live
one thousand years. Mr. Mallerton
has a skeleton of a swan that attained
the age of two hundred years. Peli
cans are long-lived. Atortoise has
been known to live to the age of one
hundred and seven.
Barnum on Hum. The New York .
Fifth Ward Temperance Alliance held
an enthusiastic, if not a spirited meet
ing, at Metropolitan Hall, on Wednes
day evening. Among the conspicuous
orators was P. T. Barnum, Esquire,
of the Museum, who stated that in.
that city, there are more than 7,000
grogshops, and allowing that the ex
penditure in each averaged $10 per
day, the aggregate in one year's time
would be $25,550,000, besides the
wholesale business. " He oflered, says
the Sunday Atlas, if the city would
give him that sum and . stop selling
liquor for one year, to pay all the city
taxes, amounting to four millions;
send eyery child to a good school, pre
sent every family witha library of
one hundred good books, three bar
rels of flour, and a silk dress to every
female, old or young, a suit of broad
cloth to every male citizen, old or
young, and a ticket to the museum for
the whole year.
The remains of John Quincy Adams
were removed this morning, (says the
Boston Herald of the 16th,) from the
burial ground in which they had been
deposited, in order to consign them
to a tomb under one of the churches,
with the remains of his widow, who
recently deceased at Washington, and
which were brought to Quincy this
morning. The coffin containing the,
revered remains was opened, and the
features of Mr. Adams were found to
be in a perfect state of preservation.
Mr. Adams has been dead nearly five
years. The body was enclosed in an
air-tight cake. . , . r ... , t
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"Where's the fire?" asked Mrs.
Partington of a fireman, from an up
per window, as the bells' were waking
the night with their 'clamor. "In
," was the ungallant response,
naming the hottest place of perpetual
warmth. " Dear me," said the old
lady, not comprehending him; is it
so far off ?" I wish it was nearer, for t.
your sake. But he II get there soon,.'
she muttered to herself, "if he goes
on as he does now; and she went to
sleep again, invoking blessings on the
guardians of public safety.
, . . i : : ,,,,. i ;
There are eight colleges under the
supervision of the Methodist Church,
with property and funds to the amount
of $494,063. The oldest of them, at
Middletown, was founded in 1830.
There are 40 academies and semina
ries. In 29 of these are 4,938. stu
dents, an average of 170 each; 1 1

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