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PUBLISHED BY THB COMMITTEE OF THE MONTREAL TEMPERANCE SOCIETY. M i *«,•* ^^ ^- V-t ^^^.^ ^ montm:al: PRINTED BT B^fto* CAMPBELL. 1842. ■ .S^SP* IR 5i/y0 I CONTENTS. HYMNS. A A r"' ," >» % i PA08 [Appeal to Christians T The Trine lb. Wamiol 8 iHymn of the Emancipated, 9 Tew "^ar's Hymn .....v«*«m4** ^b* *em|ipance Hymn^ ....iTw. ,..«.. lO* [ymn of the YictJna Society 11 i'emale Aid Reqmred ih. Afreets of Strong Drink 117 ?he Druy^rd'a' Cry... ; ,., ib» 'errersion of the Divine Goodness.. 13 Earning ^ , ib. Jail toDrmiJM^ds » 14 LeformedDrunkards Praising God ib. Messenger of Gladness , 15 lan's Hymn , , 16 'ktertkeBest Drink .^ •.... 17 [emperance Principles Invu^ibld 18 le Tmiperamoe Star f, ib. w«#&« - J»^ Tde. ,p ,p ib. lyM* for Con|(|Kuicy 20 [orning Hyimi, , ib» smperance ^ ..........i... 21 sntof tbeGniNt Creation..... , 2'I i While the souls of freedom r^ly. To the widow's lonely cry. Sisters weeping. Bid us to the rescue fly. Must we see the drunkard reeling, (Void of reason) to the grave, Where's the heart so dead to feeling — "Who would not the wanderer save ? God of mercy, 'Tis thy blessing now we crave. Dearest Saviour, oh, relieve us. Unto thee we humbly bow, — Let that fiend no more deceive us, Grant thy loving favor now ; While against him Here Ve pledge a sacred vow. Now the trump of Temperance sounding. Rouse ! ye fVeemen, why delay ? Let your voices all resounding, Wjjdcome on the happy day, When that tyrant Must resign his cruel sway. \irMxs. n RYMN OP THE VICTORIA SOCIETY. L. M. Almighty Father, while we own. Thy saving power, and 2;hine alone, We would attempt, in thy great name, , The hapless drunkard to reclaim. Dispos'd to every evil thought. To vice and degradation brought. Oh, be it our celestial aim. The wretched drunkard to reclaim. A nation's curse, a slave to sin, Despis'd without, reproach 'd within ^ Let none refuse, through fear or shame. To try the drunkard to reclaim. Since, unreclaim'd and unforgiven, He tiever can inherit heaven ; Then help us. Lord, In thy great name, The sinful drunkard to reclaim. 8. FEMALE AID REQUIRED. 6*8 & 8's. O that the Lord would hear Our supplicating cry ; ' In our behalf appear, A Saviour ever nigh ; And teach each female heart to pleads That sons and husbands may be freed. Come jforth ye lovely train, Your nobler powers display ; Nor shall you plead in vain ; But win the well-fought day. Mothers and maidens then shall sing, . And earth with hallelujahs ring, A3 12 HYMNS. Each house shall then become A paradise hAbW ; All shall enioy a home, Where sweetest pleasures flow : And thousanfls join with sweet accord To praise the ^viour, Christ, the Lord. 9. EFFECTS OF STRONG DRINK. 'Who hath sorrows? who hath woes Who hath babbling! ? who hath strife ? Causeless wounds ? and fancied woes ? Redden'd eyes ? embitter'd life ? They that tarry at the wine, They that love the feast and song, They that mingled drink combine, Early haste and tarry long. Look not on the wine when red, When it foams and sparkles bright, Lo ! it hides an adder's head ! Like a serpent will it bite. 10. THE drunkard's CRY. 6 7'8. Hitrk ! what cry arrests the ear I 'Tie the accent of despair 1 % *' Men of God, to you we cry. Help us Christians or we die !" 'Tie the dying dmnkard a prayer. Sinking into dark despair. Hasten, Christians, baste to save, Snatch him from the yawning grare ! Haste, and speak the Saviour's name, Pluek the firebrand from the flame I HYMNS. U Bid him east away his. cap, And to Jesus now look up. 11. PERVERSION OF THB DIVINE GOODNESS. 6*8 & 8's. 9 God gave the gift to man ; But man with fatal skill* Insensate form'd the plan. To change the good for ill : The poison tortur'd from the cane, Like Sampson hath its thousands slaia. God gave the golden grain To hungry man for food ; But querulous and vain, He spurn'd the proifer'd good : And Egypt's slothful sons athirst. Drew forth the drowsy beverage first. God gave the clustering vine ; Ingenious man perverse, Exchang'd the boon for wine, And wrought Canaan's curse : The patriarch, who had safely past The deluge, was o'erwhelm'd at last. To earth the cup be hurled, That holds an adder's sting ; ' And let us pledge the world jp» With nectar from the spring : Tha hence, like Rechab's ancient line. Though prophets urge, we drink no wine. Sargbant. 12. WARMNC. v>. H. Go, view the prisoner's gloomy cells, Their sins and mia'ry tcaa, HI 14 HYMKS. m- Gaze, gaze apon those earthly hells ; In drink their woes began. Stay, mortal, stay ! repent, return ! Reflect upon tby fate ; The poisonous draught for ever spurn, Spurn, spurn it, ere too late. Tru|t not to thy deceitful heart, "nie Saviour's grace implore ; Through him from every sin depart. And touch the glass no more. 13. CALL TO DRUNKARDS. L. M. Stop, drunkard, stop! thine is the road That leads from virtue and from God ; O look around ! behold ! and see. What awful scenes of misery. '* Stop, drunkard, stop I*' the Saviour cries, " Do not my grace and love despise, But look to me, III wisdom give : Come, dyitfg sinner, come and live." Stop, drunkard, stop I O hear his voice. And let thy soul in him rejoice ; 'Tis Jesus bids thee now to come. And find in him thy lasting home. Stop, drunkard, stop I O stop t»*day : Stop now, believe, and watch and pray ; The oiFer'd grace receive and live, And God eternal life will give. 14. REFORMED DRUNKARDS PRAISING GOD. L. M. Glory to G«d, whoae sovereign grace H«tli aoimated tenteleai atooea; HYMNS. 15 Caird us to stand before his face, And raised us into Abraham s sons ! Thou only, Lord, the work Jiast done. And bared thine arm in all our sight ; Hast made the reprobates thine own, And claim'd the outcasts as thy right. For this we now lift up nuinber, Which their silent courses keep, — Angel guards that never slumber, — While we lie and safely sleep. Pillows wet with" tears of anguish, Couches pressed in sleepless wol Where the sons of Belial languisi^ Father may we never know. Grant the maddening cup may never To our thirsting lip be pressed, But, our draught shall be, for ever, Water, which our God hast blessed. This shall give us strength to labour. This, make all our stores increase, This, with thee and with our neighbuiir, Bind us in the bonds of peace. For the lake, the well, the river, Water-brook and crystal spring. Do we now, to thee, the giver. Thanks, our daily tribute, brint;. PlERPOKT. 24. TEMPERANCE. TuNB :— " Watchman, tell tuqf the niftht." Temperance ! tell the listening world What thine advocates have done ; Hearken, now the tyrant's hurled From his high, despotic throne. Temperance — shall it bear the sway. Shine o*er earth in splendour bright ? Listen ; fur a brilliant day Drives away the gloomy night. Temperance ! will thy beams alone Gild the spot that gave thee birth ? Other climes thy sway shall own ; See, it bursts o'er all the earth. »2 n HYMN'S. TempenifijBe^ ! arc thy tons to fight, Like hosts of earth, to fix thy laws ? O no ; for love and truth unite. To achieve thy holy cautie. Temperanice I then I'll be thy child, For I'lif e thy sacred name : Yes, thy Woice and Influence mild Can the wildest passion tame. Temperance ! we shall shout thy praise ^ We no more will leave thy band ; Joyful now our anthems raise. In every dime, in every land. L. H. SlOOUBNEY. 25. Parent of the great creation. Thou hast open*d wide thine hand ; Thanks we give and adoration, Now that we before thee stand. May all drunkards now enslaved, Taste those pleasures we enjoy ; They and us through grace be saved. And for thee our lives employ. Safely by thy spirit guided, Till the scenes of life are o er. May we taste the bliss provided, Hunger then and thirst no more. Then our sweetest voices raising. With the bright angelic host. Thy grvat name for ever praising. Father, Son and Holy Ghost. £. B. Q. HYMNS. 26. TuMi :— " From Qremland't Jejf .Vountains." Though wretiah of wrath were their bottles of wine. L. M. Sabgent. 32. [original.] TEMPERANCE HYMN. Tone ;— " Zton." Raise aloft the Temperance Banner, Wave it high in every breeze. Shout with joy the loud Hosannah, Let it ring o*«e land apd seas; We'll be temp'rate. And conform to God s decrees. Sign the pledge, our cause is glorious, Death and hell cannot withstand, We shall soon come off victorious O'er the fell destroyer s band ; And intcTuperance AVill be banished from the land. Even now the foe is flying, From the hard contested field , And his legions round hlili dying-, Cry aloud — we yield ! we yield ! Press upon him, All your moral weapons Wield. »«£ HYMNS. 29 Banish then all fean and sadness, Set the drunken captive free, Let him join Abe song of gladness, As it echoes o*er the sea ; Glorious yictory. Great will his deliy'rance be. Shout I with joyful acclamation, Let our hearts and voices sing, Jesus is our Gbeat Salvation, Christ our Prophet, Priest and King. He's our leader, He will us to glory bring. A. H. Baker. 33. SUCCESS OF THE TEMPERANCE REFORMATION. - 1 Victory, shout for victory ! A glorious conquest won ; A nation's liberty restored, A tyrant's power o'erthrown. The champions wear no armour, They grasp no bloodrstained sword. Their strength is in their high resolve, Their trust is in the Lord. Who is the foe they trample, Spurning his base control ? The fiend Intemperance is his name, . Destroyer of the soul. Still aid us, Heavenly Father, Till sin and passion cease, And thy tired boldiers find repose In thine own realms of peace. 30 HYMNS. 34. SEEKING ENCOURAGEMENT. 4 8*8 2 6's. God of almighty pow r and grace, The same in ev'ry time and place, To hear and answer pray'r ; Behold thy waiting servants now, And, while we here before thee bow, Thyself with us declare. Encourage us in this thy cause, Incline us all to keep thy laws. And yield ourselves to thee ; What may we not then hope to do, While thus thy service we pursue, And from temptation flee ? Thy strength can conquer in the fidd, Thy grace can make the stoutest yield, And all opposers cease : O make thy pow*r and mercy known, Till all thy righteous sway shall own, And live in truth and peace. 35. [OBIGINAL.] UNION. Let all efforts be united, To expel the dang rous foe, Which so many hopes have blighted, Filling this fair world with woe : For intempVance, Has brought many thousands iovr. O ye heralds of salvation, First we wovid appeal to you -, HYMNS. For it well becomes yoar station, All intemp'rance to subdue : Join your efforts, Till men's hearts are formed anew. Fathers, mothers, lend assistance, That your children you may saTe ; O let none by your resistince, Come to fill a drunkard's grave. We your influence. In the cause of temperance crare. Would you meet them in that region, Where they endless joys shall share ? Teach them temperance and religion, 'Tis the road to lead them there : By example. Point them to that country fair. Wires and husbands, master, servant, Parents, children, all combine. In this noble cause be fervent, And may God, by power divine. Make his blessing On your humble efforts shine. Christians, O be all united. To expel the dangerous foe. Which so many hopes have blighted. Filling this fair world with woe ; Till intemp'rance Shall no more bring mankind low. Ann M'Laubin. 31 35. PARTING HYMN. TUNB :— '* Rotuteau't Dream.' Now O Lord in peace dismiss us, May we all rejoicing go ; c « ■♦ 32 HYMNS. y7\ih thy favor richly bless us, MVbile we sojoiiirn here below, And conduct us Through this world of sio and woe. Never in our zeal abating, May we ever onward press ; Ways of vile intemperance hating, Till we've cross'd this wilderness, Then receive us To a world of endless bliss. May we all by truth united, Rally round the temp'rance cause ; Until every soul benighted, Shall obey the Saviour's laws ; And delighted Ever bear his hallowed cross. PART SECOND. SONGS, 1. THE drunkard's CHILD. Oh ! my clothes are all ragged, and tatter'd, and torn, I wander about quite unfriended — forlorn ; On my shelterless head the bleak winter winds blow. And my poor naked feet are benumb'd in the snow ! No bright blazing fire, with its comforts, I see. Surrounded with facra all shining with glee !«— Ah ! no : — the cold street, now deserted and wild. Is the only home left for the poor Drunkard s Child I My mother, she died in the workhouse hard by, And I, her poor orphan, received her last sigh ; For her heart, it was broken with angiiish and pain — And I weep, for I never sh4ll see her again ! My father spent all that he earu'd at the inn. And drink cuf^im oif in the midst of his sin ; His last words were curses — his death'bed was wild — Oh ! Friends of Humanity, pity his Child ! I see happy children all smiling and gay, And I sigh, for I once was as happy as they ! Their light, merry laughter falls sad on mine ear — For ah ! they all shun me whenever I draw near I The smiles leave their faces— they treat me with scorn. And it makes me regret that I ever was born ; No voice of compassion, so soothing and mild. E'er cheers the lone heart of the poor Drunkard's Child 1 ca % 34 BONGS. Oh 1 ttill must I wander this wide world alone, Unfed and unshelter'd — disown'd and unknown I 'Mongst the millions of earth not a friend can I claim To wipe off my tears, or to call me by name 1 On my cold bed of straw I will lie down and die. And my prison-freed soul shall ascend up on high : Where Jesus, with accents of mercy so mild, Shall comfort, for ever, the ]^oor Drunkard's Child ! 2. THE drunkard's DOOM. Tons :— " We mett 'twas in a crowd." We met-— 'twas at an inn — and the glass was before him — The Fiend had caught his prey, and the spell was cast o'er him! He spoke — it was a curse — and 'twas awful to hear him — His breath was like the grave, and I loathed to be near him. His cheek was deadly pale, and bis form bad lost its lightness^ « Hu eye, once clear and dark, no.i shown with demon brightness : His smile, which once was sweet — and his laugh, which breathed gladness. Were changed to idiot leers and the wild yells of madne&s! I'd teen him with his bride — oh I a young lovely blossom ! I'd mark'd her look of love as she hung on his bosom ! I'd heard his bridal vows, when he swore he would cherish That fair and beauteous flower he had pluck 'd — but to perish! I'd seen their first young pledge, and had marked her fond caresses — I'd heard her bless her boy as a mother only blesses — But they lie within one tomb, where that husband hath laid them, To whom she gave her vows — and he thus haQ repaid them I And once again we met — and the drunkard was dying-. 3ut there was none to cheer in a moment so trying i SONGS. ^ The poison teized his heart, which like Pbaraith's wr8 harden*d. And he rush'd before bis* Judge, with his sins all unpar- don'd? Oh I shun his awful doom — let his last end appal you — And tread not in his paths, lest his dark fate befal you. But oh ! before too late, sign the charter that frees uk I And flee from Satan's wiles to the bosom of Jesus ! 3. "THOUGH BRITANNIA RULES THE SEA." TuMB :— *' Scott wha hoe." Though Britannia rules the sea. Though her sons are called the free. Thousands live in slavery. And wear a drunkard's chain. Sober drinkers, think awhile. Cease your proud, self-righteous smile — Your ranks produce the drunkard's file, Then never taste again. Sons of woe ! on you we call. Friendless, hopeless victims, all; — Slaves to dissipation's thrall. Your liberty regain. By the most endearing ties, By your famished children's cries. By your wives' heart-rending sighs, We charge you to al>stain. Dash the poisoned cup aside ! Now, to sign our pledge decide. In Almighty strength confide, And never taste again^ c3 V V^''*' i-p- 96 gONOS. / / 4. / YE FAIR SEX OF BRITAIK^ Tone :— •* Juburn." Ye fair sex of BrHaiu arise I Tour country now calls for your aid, And points to a glorious prize, With laurels that never can fade. The standard's uplifted on high, The banner of temp'rance unfurl'd, Come forward — come forward ! we cry, To rescue a perishing world. Your armour is kindness to all ', Your weapon is pointed with love ; Before you intemp'rance must fall : Such weapons successful will prove. Your brethren have opened the way ; The fight is already begun ; Come, fair ones, your valour display — The victory then will be won. 5. THOU SPARKLING BOWL. TuNB :— " Brighton." Thou sparkling bowl t Thou sparkling bowl I Though lips of bards thy brim may press, And eyes of beauty o'er thee roll. And song, and dance, thy power confess ; I will not touch thee ; for there clings A scorpion to thy side that stings I Thou chrystal glass I like Eden's tree, Thy melted ruby tempts the eye. And, as from that, there comes from thee. The voice '* Thou shalt not surely die, I dare not lift thy liquid gem : A snake la twisted round thy stem I >t 80N08* 37 Thou liquid fire I like that which glowed For Paul upon M^lita't ehore, Thou'st been upon my greats bettowed ; . But thou ihalt warm my house no more^ For wberesoe'r thy radianoe falls, Forth from thy heat a viper crawls I IVhat though of gold the goblet be, Embossed with branches of the vine, Beneath whose burnished leaves we see Such clusters as poured out the wine ; Among these leaves an adder hangs ! I fear him ; for I've felt his fangs. The Hebrew, who the desert trod. And felt the fiery serpents' bite. Looked up to the ordained of God, And found that life was in the sight. And so the drunkard's fiery veins Cool when he drinks what God ordains. Ye gracious clouds ! ye deep cold wells ! Ye gems firom mossy rocks that dip ! Springs that from Earth's mysterious cells Gush o'er your granite basin's lip ! To you I look : — your largess give, And I will drink of you and live. PlERPONT. 6. DRAIN NOT THE GOBLET. Oh drain not the goblet I oh touch not the chalice ; But fling from thy lips the bright poison away I For there lurk delusion, destruction, and malice. There the spoiler prepares him to strike and to slayv Tbo' ruby the hue of the dra^ight that invites thee, Tho' bright as the gem in the clime of the sun ; How briefly! and oh! how it vainly delights thee, For drink| and thy conscience proclaims thee undone. 38 SONGS. Is thore bliss in the goblet ? Thou fool it deceives thee ! Ask the grave, and the grave's — ask Time as he flies ; There is woe ! there is woe! he will cry, as he leaves thee, And the slave to Intemperance drinks till he dies. Let us quaff the cool rill that descends from the monntainp That glides through the valley, or flows on the plain ; And pray as we stand on the brink of the fountain, That man, as of old, may drink water again. As the juice in the cup is alluringly shining. Beware lost the eye of thy reason grows dim. Bethink thee, a perilous serpent is twining. In its venomous might, round the mantling brim. Then drain not the goblet ; and touch not the chalice ! But fling from thy lips the bright poison away ; For there lurk delusion, destruction, and malice. There the spoiler prepares him to strike and to ilay. 7. THE LOVERS OP RUM. I've mus'd on the mis'ries of life, To And from vvhat quarter they come, Whence most of confusion and strife, Alas ! from the Lovers of Rum. I met with a fair one distress'd ; I ask'd whence her sorrows could come. She reply'd '* I am sorely oppress'd. My husband's a Lover of Rum." I found a poor child in the street, Whose limbs, by the cold, were all numb, Vo stockings or shoes on his feet. His Father's a Lover of Bum. I went to collect a small debt, The master was absent fVom home ; The sequel I need not relate. The man was a Lover of Rum. In ^ 111 I I'V( 1 In ] As] •1 Fr< ZWr BV I es ; thee, tain, SONGS. 39 I met with a pauper in rags, ^ Who ask'd for a trifling sum ; I'll tell you the cause why he begs. He once was a Lover of Rum. I've seen men, from health, wealth and ease, Untimely descend to the tomb ; I need not describe their disease. Because they were Lovers of Rum. Ask prisons, and gallowses all, Whence most of their customers come, From whence they have most of their calls. They'll tell you, <* the Lovers of Rum." A Hateb of Rum. C Written 40 yeart ago.'l 8. A HINT TO THE LOVERS OP GIN, BT THE AUTHOR OF "THE IiOYEBS OF BUM." While others put gamblers to shame, Exposing the depth of their sin ; I hope they'll not think me to blame. For addressing the Lovers of Gin. Some doat upon brandy, or rum, Some greedily take them both in ; And yet there are certainly some, Who are the true Lovers of Gin. Behold when the conjugal strife. Did first in yon cottage begin ! Why the husband abandons the wife ? Because she's a Lover of Gin. Then turn and behold the reverse. But not the reverse of the sin. That woman is under a curse. Whose husband's a Lover of Gin^ 40 ^ SONGS. See yon sickly wretch pass along, Whose hones you may tell thro' his skin, He once was both healthy and strong ; But now he's a Lover of Gin. The tradesman long pining in jail, Whose earnings were spent at the Inn ; No friend can he find for his bail, Because he's a Lover of Gin. 9. TAKE BACK THE BOWL. Take back — take back this odious bowl ! For though it look so bright and clear, There's death within it to the soul ■— To all that's high and noble there. Take back — take back the poisonous draught, I dare not thus destroy my mind ! For though I oft have o'er it laughed, It ever left a sting behind. Take back — take back this fiendish drink. It was not made for such as I ; And O, you cannot make me think That I shall want it when I die. 10. THE FEAST OP THE MIND. It is not wine — it is not wine That gives such lustre to our eyes I The night may come, the dawn may shine, We sleep in peace, with joy we rise. No 8|iarkling draught smiles on my board, From vineyard drain 'd, or barley-field ; With simplest fare, my cot is stor'd, The earth's best gifts, I freely yield. SONGS. ■A\ I 41 And do they style us, foes of mirth, Because we shun the madd'ning bowl ? If real joy be found on earth, 'Tis in the sunshine of the soul. Then draw your chairs, and sit you down, And join in converse bright and free ; For reason's feast shall be our own— ^ We'll sup with wit and harmony. The sun is hid behind the hill. But leave not yet my calm abode. For soon reflected on the rill, The moon will light your homeward road. No drugs I give, the sense to drown— The mind's clear eagle glance to dim ; From meals like ours were never known The frenzied brain — the tottering limb. The clouded mind, the heart unkind. At parting, may we never see ; Our little band, the dawn will find At toil, as blithesome as the bee. This thought be ours, while life's decHlie Scarce knows the sting of mortal pain. We have not marr'd Heaven's gifts divine. Nor have our moments flown in vain. it is not wine — it is not wine That gives such lustre to our eyes ;— The night may come, the dawn may shine, We sleep in peace, with joy we rise. , 11. SONG OF THE WATER DRINKER. O ! water for me 1 bright water for me. And wine for the tremulous debauchee ! It cooleth the brow, it cooleth the brain. It maketh the faiut one strong again ; 42 SONGS. It comes o er the sense like a breeze Iroin the sea. All freshness, like infant purity. O ! water, bright water for me, for me I Give wine, give wine to the debauch ie ! Fill to the brim I Fill, fill to the brim I Let the flowing crystal kiss the rim ! For my hand is steady, my eye is true j For I, like the flowers, drink nought but dew. ! water, bright water's a mine of wealth, And the ores it yieldeth are vigour and health. So water, pure water for me, for me ; And wine for the tremulous debauchee ! Fill again to the brim ! again to the brim ! F(or water strengtheueth life and limb I To the days of the aged it addeth length. To the might of the strong it addeth strength. It freshens the heart, it brightens the sight, 'Tis like quaffing a goblet of morning light. So water, T will drink nousfht but thee, Thou parent of health and energy ! When o*er the hills, like a gladsome bride. Morning wtlks forth in her beauty's pride, And, leading a band of laughing hours, Brushes the dew from the nodding flowers ; 1 cheerily then my voice is heard, Mingling with that of the soaring bird, Who flingeth abroad his matins loud, As he freshens his wing in the cold grey cloud. But when evening has quitted her sheltering yew, Drowsily flying and weaving anew Her dusky meshes o'er land and Bea,-~ How gently, O sleep, fall thy poppies on me! For I drink water, pure, cold, and bright, . And my dreams arer of heaven the live-long night ; So hurrah 1 for then, water I hurrah, hurrah ! Thou art silver and gold, thou art riband and starl Harrah I for bright water I hurrah, hurrah ! £. JoHmoN SATA THE l« Tt Li W It! T SONGS. 43 >n 12. Satan's advice to moderate drinkers. TuNB :— " Mount Vernon." Drink — but drink in Moderation I Pass it to your neighbour's lip ; Press it' on your near relation ; « Demons smile at every sip. Drink — but drink in Moderation ! Wliat are drunken men to thee ? Fudge ! it 8 common desolation — Drink— and say,** What's tJutt to me 9" Drink — but drink in Moderation ! Mothers' waitings — what are they ? Brutal kicking is their ration — Briny tears their drink by day. Drink-^but drink in Moderation ! Close your ears to children s wo ; Drink-^what matter though a nation Passes to eterjnal wo ? 13. THEY SAY THE OOBLET's CROWNED WITH FLOWERS. They say the goblet s crown'd with flowers, And round its brim do brightly shine. Like gems, remembered joys and hours, The treasures of immortal wine. We know the cup is wreathed with plants. More deadly than the Upas-tree ; Its richest recollection haunts. The soul with all that misery. They say the draught has potent spell, . To wean the thought from ills away; And raise the drooping one to dwell Where dreary night is changed to day D i< 44 SONGS. ' We deem the wretch mi^y never know, The meaning of unmix'd despair, Till tempted by his bitt'rest foe, He seeics the cup and finds it there. 14, GLAD SOUND OF TEMPERANCE. The glad sound of Temp'rance is echoed afar. The breezes have borne tlie glad titdicga abroad ; The light that is beaming from Virtue's' bright star* And chasing the darkness froui sorrow's abode. The wastes of the desert in verdure appear, With rich blooming fragrance perfuming the air ; The mountains are sinking* the vajUles arise. And earth is becoming tb^ joy of the skies., The glad sound of TempVanoe is. echoed afar,— - And converts out-number the drops of tire morn ; Loud songs of rejoicing are borne thrbc^h the air, From regions long wasted, dtepised, and forlorn. Now millions awakening receive the glad word. And outcasts reforming, return to the Lord ; The earth and the sea shall be cleansed from the stain, And Temperance triumphant forever shall reign. 15. THE TEMPERANCE STAR. Ai« :— " Canadian Boat Song." Oh I glorious Star — ^thou light divine ! Burst through the gloom and toighUy. shine : Let the sweet influence of thy rays. Kindle our hearts to hymn thy praise I Sing, brother, sing I for thro;ugh the gloom That star shidl guide us to our home. Bright Star of Temperance 1 still thy beam Shidl tinge with its glory our lift's dark stream ; And, as it sparkles o er the tide, In safety and peace our barks shall glide ! Sing, brother, sing, &c SONGS. 4& Oh 1 glorious Star ! still be thy sky, Cloudless and bright as beauty s eye ; And like the Star at Jesus birth, Send good will to men and peace on earth. Sing, brother, sing, &c. 16. THE drunkard's GRAVE. I saw a youth in his fiitfaers hedl, Whose joy-lit eye and aspect gay Show'd a heart yet free from passion's thrall — Light as the billowy ocean's spray : Generous, virtuous, fair, and brave, Yet he fills a drunkard^ s ffrave, I saw by the midnight taper's gleam, A tireless student, pensive, pore O'er history's page, or some noble theme, That poets have sung in classic lore. Yet the green willow doth o'er him wave : Alas I — he sleeps in the drunkard's grave, X saw an old man, whose locks were grey, Silver'd by care and the length of years ; Unmoved by these signs of speedy decay. And by his children's frequent tears. Ah ! they may weep, but "^nnot save That erring man from a drunkard's grave. The young, the old, and the brave are there. The proud and the humble together sleep ; The father, caught by intemperance' snare ; And his son, who once could o'er him weep. The rich>— the poor — the free — the slave, Go alike to the druakard's grave. 17. THE SONG OF THE RIVER^ I spring from the rock, from the mountain side, Sparkling pure and bright ; And I gather strength as I rapidly glide From my I4rth-place into light. ■^ 46 SONGS. Biobnew I bear to land and tree, Beauty to bill and dale ; Beast and bird deligbt in me, Drink and are strong and bale. Fresb are tbe flowers tbat deck my banks, Tbe sod is greenest tbere ; And the warbling wing'd ones sing their thanks. As they drink of me ev'ry where. The traveller on burning, sands, The wanderer on the sea, Gasping for water, clasp their hands. And wildly pray for me. I am the only drink was given To man, when pure and ftiee ; Return then to the streams of heaven. You're safe when you. drink of me. 18. AWAY FROM THE REVEL. Away from the revel, the night star is up ; Away, come away, there is strife in the cup ! There is shouting of sorig^ there is wine in the bowl I But listen and drink, they will madden thy soul. The foam of the goblet is sparkling and bright, Rising like gems in the t4Mrches red light ; But the glance of th^ne eye if it lingereth there, Will change its mild btem for the maniac's glare : The pearl-stadd^ chalice, displaying in pride, May challenge thy lip to the purple draught's tide ; But tbe pearl of the dew-drop, the voice of the breeze Are dearer, and calmer» more blessed than tbette. Oh ! come, it is twilight ; the night star is «l|i* tf*/ '^ ItH ray is more bright than the silver-brimiii^A^III|i > The boat gently dances, tbe snowy sail fiUs« '. ' 4.^ We'll glide o'er the waters, or rove on the bllk^..^ v Jp^ THE How des When Theorcb And e The wid( The hi The cot < Andtl Thatmof For of) I found i The pi Howanli And qi Then soo And dj How swe Aspoif Not a fill] Tho'fi And now, The tei As fancy And 8i{ Lift And And, Ach ikSy M' bowl ! il. re : ide; breeze te. 80KGS. 19. 47 THfi BUCKET WHICH V SQ ON THE WELL. TuNB !— " Erin-gO'bragh." How dear to my heart are the days of my childhood, When fond recollection presents to my view The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood, And ev'ry lov'd spot which my infancy knew ; The wide spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it; The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell ; The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And the moss covered bucket that hung on the welL That moss covered bucket I hail as a treasure ; For often at noon, when return 'd from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure. The purest and sweetest that nature could yield. How anient I^ seiased it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing. And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well. How sweet from the green mossy rim to receive it. As pois*d on the curb it inclined to my lips; {Not a fiill flowing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Tho* filled with the nectar that J^upiter sips. I And now, though far distant from scenes of my childlliood^- The tear of regret will intrusively swell, I As fancy reverts to my home in the wild wood. And sighs for the bucket that hung on the wett. 20. OUR STANDARD. Air :— " Ye Mtnineri qf England." Lift up, lift up the standard, And plant it near the well ! And, gather underneath its foId$, A cfaonil aothem swell ! p3 * H 48 80NG8. The anthem that is set in praise Of brooks and cisterns sing ! Give one strain to the rain, Give another to the spring : — Yea, give a chorus loud and long To aqueduct and spring. Ye heroes of the bottle, "Who ** bumper" every toast, Who keep your wine in cobwebs wrapped,^ And make its age your boast, The oldest wine your vaults have known !?rom press or vat to flow, Is new to the d^w That six thousand years ago Came down to fill our cups, one night, Six thousand yeais ago. ♦ Ye champions of cold water, Who quaff that drink divine, Who 've given you rum and brandy o'er. And bid adieu to wine. The bottles that ye crack to-day, By nature 8 hand are given ; Some in the earth have their birth, < And some are made in heaven ; The granite rock and spring are those. And these the elouda of heaven. Then up the Temperance standard I And pli&nt it by the well, And, shaded by its waving folds, A choral anthem swell I The anthem that i& set to chime With babbling waters sing. Give one strain to the rain, Give another to the spring, Yea, give a chorus loud and long. To aqueduct and spring ! LIN I CINC I k 80N08. 49 21. LINES ADDRESSED TO THE DELEGATES OF THE CINCINNATI WASHINGTON TEMPERANCE SOCIETY, BY THE DAUOHTEB OP PRESIDENT HABBI80II. Go, warn the youth that gazes On the wine-cup's ruby glow. That beneath the sparkling nectar There lurks a treacherous foe. And bid him fly, while reason Exerts her potent sway ; For, once dethroned, to that dread foe He'll fall an easy prey. Full many a widow'd mother Will bl ^ you in His name. Who always hears the orphan's cry. And grants the widow s claim. And many a wife, rejoicing O'er husband *' lost and found," Will feel, at mention of your name. Her grateful heart rebound. On with the glorious banner Of " Temperance and Reform." Break down the haunts of Satan ; His very ** strongholds storm." And nobler triumphs will be yours, A more enduring fame Than that which wreaths the conqueror's brow. Or circles round hb name. 22. A WASHIKOTONIAN SONS. " Neoer Fortake a Brother." Should old companions be forgot. And never brought to mind ; Nor we indulge a friendly thought For those we leave behind. 50 SONGSi CB0BU9. O I no ; tbey itlll to lu are dear, We'll still be dear to them ; On Auld Lang Syne well drop a tear, Our friendihip's brigbtett gem. Like tbeirs, our idle davt were pasted, Our nights of guilty Joy ;' But glorious change I 'tis come at last, A sweet without alloy. And they shall taste, for they are dear, Wa'll still be, &c. No wife, no children now to weep ; No friends to sigh in shame ; No cankered eye its vigil keep. To fix the guflty name. Yet these old friends to us are dear, And we are dear to them, &c. To father, mother, wife and child, And friends, and dearest home, We come, as ever, undefiled ; In LoTe's fruition come. Yet old companions 9^11 are dear. And we'll be dear to them ; On Auld Lang Syne well drop a tear^ 'Tis Friendship's diadem. 23. iVe THROWN THE BOWL ASIDE. IVe thrown the bowl aside. For me no more shall flow Its ruddy stream or sparkling tide. How bright soe'er it glow ; IVe seen extending wide Its devastating sway. Seen reason yidd its power to guide,— I've east the l)owl away ! SOKOS. 51 My days of revelry O gladly I give up ; They're bat the masks of misery, Which still lurk iu the oup ; While indolence and want And poverty display Themselves in every drunkard's haunt, — I've cast the bowl away \ A drunkard's gloomy grave Shall ne'er be made for me ; O rather let the rushing wave Engulf me io the sea ! And may it be my lot To die 'neath reason's ray I Remember'd by my friends or not, — I've cast the bowl away ! 24. THE BUBBLING SPRING. If one brigkt spot there is on earth, More lovely than the rest. One, which fond nature at her birth. With purest beauty blest ; It is the place where some cool fount Its crystal waters fling ; Where, in the mead, or on the mount, 'Mid rocks and flowers, that hide the fount. Gushes the bubbling Qpring. Tell me not of the sparkling bowl, That glows with redd'ning Are ; Oh tell not of the joy of soul, The wine-cup can inspire A brighter glass-— a purer joy — A healthier draught I sing ; Nature's own cup without aUoy — Pleasure that reason can enjoy — Health from the bubbling spring. 52 80N0$. Then fill the glass with water bright— The nectar nature gftfe ; liet foithAil hearts round Ui)8 unite, A bleeding wqrl4 to save,* For naught can aopthe the woful woiind, And heal the viper'a «ting--i- Nay naiight these iUres of death can drown, But pore and healthful water, found Fresh in the bubbling spring. B. C. TOBK. 25. THE TEMPERANCE PLEDGE. The Temperance pledge—the Temperance song, In tuneful ohorus let us sing ; Here our proud banners wiiye alpng.— Our heart's best tribute we will Ibnriog ; Here let the patriot's song ascend, Here all our holiest fedings blend. Sing of the fount— the crystal stream Whose spariding waters ever flow ; Bevere the sacred, holy theme Which cheers the joy «r wo : The Temperance pledge,..-the Temperance theme, The healing fbnnt, the oooling stream. Here, midst our ranks, with Joy weyiew The captive from his chains set iiree ; His altered mien,— .his feelings new. We all with grateful pleasure see ; No more he drains the drendful bowl; The healing fount that made him whole. Far o'er the land far o'er sem Our banners peacefully shall float. The young, the beautiful, the free. To this great cause their life devote. Then raise the Temperance diout on h|gh» And sing the fount that's never dry. P. |(i;ii*ft. WAS W W Tl an Ai C( Ai T< In F A <( 0! In the Andb In the S(HEEM£D. TuHB '.—"Juki Lang Syne." We coflfie I we come, that b«ve been held In burning.,oh»in8 so long, We're up ! and on we come a host Full fifty thousand strong. The oboine Wt« snapped that h^ ub round The Wkib^vat and the dim ;^ Snapped by a blttW-— nay» by a «word^ That m^ty word I wififi I And on.'^-attd ott-^a lev^mng host Of tenttperance men #e-eottie» Contemning and de^tig htt l^he powers and pHeste of rum ; A host red^medi who've drawn the, sword, And sharpened up its edge. And hewn our way* through hostile ranks, To the tee«total plsdge.< To God be thanks, who pours us out Cold water from his hills. In crystal springs and babblibg brooks. In lakes and sparkHng rills t From these to queneh our thirst we come. With freemen's shout ^tMleong: A host already, Bumbcringi more Than fl(lty Uiousand'Stfong; Piebpomt. LIFT NOT THE WINE-CUP. ^ " Look not thou ttpon tho trine whenit is red."— Tkoy. ! soft sleep the hills in their sunny. reppee« In the hmds of the aouth whete tlie yinfrgaUy groves ; And blitfiesome the heartavf thfi^Tintagflrs be. In the gnqpt purple talesy in the Islei of the sea. 54 soxos« And fair w tbe wioe when its splendour ii pdured *Mid lilTer and gold round tbe festival board, Wben tbe magic of music awalces in its power. And wit guilds tbe fast falling sands of tbe bour. Yet lift not tbe wine-cup, tbongb pleasure may swim *Mid tbe bubbles tbat flasb round its roseate brim ; For dark in tbe deptbs of tbe fountain below, Lurk tbe sirens tbat lure to tbe Tortex of wo. Tbey bave led tbe gay spirit of cbildbood astray^ Wbile it dreamed not of wiles on its radiant way ; And tbe soft cbeek of beauty tbeyVe paled in its bloom, And quencbed her brigbt eyes in tbe damps of tbe tomb. Tbey bave torn the live wreath from tbe brow of tbe brave, And cbanged bis proud beart to tbe beart of a slave ; And e'en tbe fair ftune of the good and the just. With the grey hairs of age, they have trod to the •dust. T!icn lift not the wine-cup, though pleasure may swim Like an angel of light round its roseate brim : For dark in th»^ depths of the fountain below, Lurk the sirens that lure to the vortex of wo. 28. TttE COLD WATER ARMT. Tuns :->** J%M Lang Sjfne." With banner and with badge we come. An Abmy true and strong. To fight against the host of rum, And thte shall be our song; > We love the dear cold water springs. Supplied by gentle showers : , We feel the strength cold water brings-- ** The victory Is ours." ** Cold Water Army,*' Is our name,-* * Omay we.fiiithfiilbe, And'so in truth and Justice claim Tbe blessings of the free. I We love the dear, &o. A . As \im B< WhUel An( iSend Fi Andtt Be And As Whilel Eve Bing Ai SONOS. 55 Im loom, tomb. e brave, re; dust, swim Thoagh othen lore their mm and wine. And drink tiU tihef are mad, To water we will still incline. To make lis strong and glad. We lave the clear, &c. I pledge to thee this hand of mine. In faith and friendship strong ; And, fellow-soldiers, We win join The chorus of olir song: * We lote the dear, it. Bet. Mb. Thomas. <ng. As time with us all wears awa^; While hope with her wahn light, eadi beaming eye fiUs, Evermore may thai adBl»stMng- strain Bing out as an earnest of joy, tiU it thriOs, •* And echoes ta heaven agiJo. 30. ODE. TnNt:'>**^tt«M'« iAilAan." Too diver fowitain's basin, 'Tis sweet to SM Ay ftoe in, Vib harvest mooib 1 w 56 . S0NG9. And, when thetuii has shone in^ * On die white pebblei thrown in, 'Til sweet to see our o wp in, At sultry noon. Sweet is the light that qniTers On water brooks and rivers ; Fresh are the trees Whose feet the wave caresses, * And fresh the bloom that dresses Their loose aii4 fragrant tresses For evening breeze. 31. ^OR. JUVENILE CELEBRATIONS. Children, who have rallied now Where Immanuers soldiers bow. Who will take the Temperance vow. And be a volunteer ? Children I hear the battle cry, Sounding loud, and sounding nigh, From the throne of God on high; Wholl be a volunteer? Set 1 the foe Is gathering fint : Hark! his dan^ng trumpet-blast ! Who will fight him to t^ last And march » volunteer ? Lo ! o'er aU the tented field, God will be our sun and shield ; ^ * Alcohol, the foe, shall yield. If all will volunteer. 32. 80NQ. We grasp no bowl, though in it glows The radiant hue that deSks Ac rose, Though melted mblet glanoe within^ That bowl but leadli to woe md sin. ^% * >i SONOS. 67 y't-- *•♦:. We iMthe tbitt bowU though PleasureV wves^th 8h«ds o'ef Ite tide, itt ineeote*breatb, 4y _ Though nikth • gay tunlight on it glewiii, There's death beiMiith iti poiion atreaii^^ Give us bright water, pure and bright, ^ 'i* Health glows within its sparkling Ugbt, Gladdens the soul beneath its powers, " As to its flow earth yields her flowers. Our flag is waving in the air, A miglrty band is raUyiqf there. Temperance beams with aCeady ray, To ~. Bost thou bow thee down despairing, To a heritage of woe ? Country 1 — oa thy aiim.4epeiidiog,^ — Strong in manhoodl-^Hrfght In bloom,-— Hast thou aeep thy pvi*s Day, in ^'^.trml' Sbould auld acqnaintauee be forgot «r And never brougbt to mind, Sbould anld acquaintance 6e forgot And days of lang eyne. We need not £xi tbe mad'ning bowl, Nor drink the eparicling ivine ; ^ We feel onr hearts o'erflow wltb love,. At ihoaghts of lang syne. , Though distant from our nativr land. We mind her monntainf Uue, ' Her heathery bills and srimrpse glens,. Her gowans wet wiu dew. [Can we not giasp a brother » band ; Or, greet a weloome guests Without a fiery draught to curse The day we honour best Yet, 1^ amidst our festive. joys, W% sadly call to mioid. That oft we drink tbe dmnkard't drink. In days of auld lang syne. What, though that drink we talle no more^ Still many drink and die ; Up and be doing, then, till all Its thousand streams are dTy.} Here'f welcome to the frtends we lovet Frovi lands wber«'er they come. And baS to thee Columbia's land WbAre Tcmp'rance baa her borne. »3 . '■^w ^ 60 SONGS* !1 Here's fond regrets for friends we've lost^ And loved one's left behind, Tbongh fiur away, our hearts are near, ^ When thinlcing on lang syne. We need not, &c. 36. 4 *TI8 RUM — ^*TIS RUM — MY CHILD ! WRITTEN BT A POOB MOTHEB. What means that bloated, reddened fitce ? That staggering gait, devoid of grace ? That fcBtid breath, those blood-shot eyes ? Dost thou in'qnire?— .A voice replies, *Tis rum — 'tit mm— n^ ehUdf What means that woe* worn mother's tears ? How pale and wretched she appears I Her heart is sad; it miist be so : What is the cause of all her woe ?, 'Tisrum^iitfum^-~mpehitdt Those tatteref ebildren, se^ them stand, To hear their other's stem command ; What malces him beat and scold them so ? Tell me, mv mother if you knoAv : ' IVf mm— .Tif mm— my ch&d t Then, moUier, let us all unite. To drive mm otf, far out of sights- Then will not Joy and comfort oome. To dieer that wretched mother's home ? pei-^O yU'T'fnu child f « S i ■*j>-., 5?;i. *va. PART THIRD. / POETRY. 1- LICENSE LAWS. ** For 80 much gold, we lloeDse thee/' So say our laws— ^" a draught to sell. That bows the strong, enslaTes fhe free, And opens wide the gates of hell. For publie good requires that some. Since many die, should li?e by Rum/' Ye civic fathers I while the fbes Of this destroyer seize their swords, And heaven's own hail is in the blows They're dealing— win tb cut the cords That round the falling fiend they draw, Aq0 o'er him hold your shield of law ? And will ye give to man a Itill Divorcing him from heaven's high sway. And while Gk»d says, *< thou shalt not kill". Say ye, '*for gold, ye may — ye may?" Compare the body with the soul ; ^ Compere the bultet with the bowl ! In which is felt the fiercer bhttt Of the destroying angel's breath ? Which binds its victim the more fiwt? 19^ kills him witii a deadlier death ? 'WlUlliyha ftlon fox restrain, Aft4 yit take off the tiger^ dudn? jfSij 62 POBTRT. I*!* irhe living lo the rottiDf dead Tlie Gttd-oontemiiiiig TlneMi tied» Till, by the way, or on hit bed. The poor corpee-oarrl« dvooped and died— ^ Lashed hand to hand, and hee to ftoe, In fiUal and in loathed embrace. LeM catting, think ye, is the thong That to a breaihrnp corpse, for life, leashes, in torture loathed and long. The drunkard's ohUd— the drunkard's wife ? To dasp that clay — to breathe that breath— And no escape I'—O, that is death 1 Are ye not fiithim? When your sons Look on yon for their daily bread. Dare ye, in mockery, load wfdr stones The table that for them ye spread ? How can ye hope yoor sons will liye. If ye, for fish, m serpent git«? O, Holy God I let light dtVine Break forth more broadly frdm above. Till ^re conform our laws to thine-— The perfect law of truth and love: For truth and love atona can save Thy children from a hopeless grave. BSV. JoBZr PlZBPOST. 2. GIVE MS WATSR. Give me waters-give mi thia^ Take your dm^kard'e drinks away-« How theee lands WvM rise in bliss I How would dark!?<*s ttam lo day! Were we all with this knprssl, IHd jkbis truth but fill each hrsMt. •1 POETRY. 68 Qivt ue water— bl6Med ■tream— • Emblem of th« lighlillTiiM^ It doth point to that Mr beam. Which through «aM§m years shall shine ; Kindled first on Zion's hin, By Almighty wisdom's skill ! Give me water ! — ^whep in health. It will joy and peace impart; Friend of Tirtaei^ freedom, wealthy- Solace of a woanded heart. See the springs and mountain streams Sparkling pure in sun-lit beams I Give me water ! — ^tbis ftlone — From the glorious crystal tide ; How can words its wocth make knowi^, Frisking in its summer pride 1 Let me quench my thirst frotti thee— Fountain-^Aowing bright and free. Give mewater I>»friends oilman — Friends of temperance— firmly stand ; Teach mankind your simple plan. It will save a drunken land. Let our motto ceaseless be— *« Water !— water !— best for me." v« .^ » • , THE PURE STREAM OF EDEN. In Eden's green retreats, A water brook,— that played Between soft, mossy seats. Beneath a plane-tree's shade, Wliose rustling leai^ Danced o'er its brink,— Wat Adam's drink, And Mother Eve's., 'Rj 64 POBTRY. V Betiie the parent ipring Of that young brook, the pair Their morning chant would eing; And Eve, to dreea her hair. Kneel on the grata That fringed its tide. And made ita tide Her looking-glaaa. And, when the man of God From tegypt led hit flock. They thirHed, and his rod Smote the Arabian rock, And forth a rill Of water gushed. And on they rushed, And drank their fill. Would Eden thus have smiled. Had wine to Eden come? Would Horeb's parching wild Have been refreshed with rum ? And had Eve's hair Been dressed in gin. Would she have been More heavenly Aiir? Had Moses built a still. And dealt out to that host. To every man his gill. And pledged him in a toast. Would cooler brains. Or stronger hands. Have braved the sands Of those hot plains? " Sweet fields, beyond" death s flood '* Stand dressed in living green ;" For, from the throne of God, To freshen aU the scene, t < '#• < POETRY. 6$ A rlvtr rolls, When all who will May oome and fill Their oryital bowls. Rby. J. PzxBruMT. 4. THE RUm MANIAC. ** Say, Doctor, may I not have rum. To quench this burning thirst within ? Here on this cursed bed I lie, And cannot get one drop of gin. I ask not heidth, nor eyen life — Life ! what a curse it's been to me I I'd rather sink In deepest hell, Than drink again Its misery. ** But Doctor, may I not have rum ? One drop alone Is all I crave. Grant this small boon— I ask no more—- Then 1*11 defy — yes, e'en the grave ; Then, without fear, I'll fold my arms. And bid the monster strike bis dart. To haste me firom this world of woe. And cLaim his own—Mi* mined heart *' A thousand curses on hb bead Who gave me first the poll r.ii«' 'c bowl, Who taught me first this bane to drink,— Drink — death and ruin to my soul. My soul ! oh, cruel, horAd thought ! Eiidl well I know t1i| certain late ; ^ With what Instinctive horror shrinks ^ The spirit (iom that awful state ! ** Lost— loeUrl know forever lost ! To me no ray of hope can oome : My fiite Is sraled ; my doom is fix*dt But give me rum : I will have rum. m \J 66 POETRY. 4 I ,\ But, Doctor, don*t you see him there ? Id that dark comer low he site : See ! how he sports his fiery ton|^e, Ar 1 at me burning hrimstone spits ! " Go, chase him out. Loolc I here he cornea ; Kow on my bed he wants to stay ; He shant be there. Oh God ! Oh God ! Go way, I say ! go way I go way ! Quidc t chain me fa&t, and tie me down : There now — ^he clasps me in his arms : DowUi^down tha window — dose it tight : Say, don't you hear my wild alarms ? ** Say, don't you sea thb demon fierce ? Does no one hear ? will no one come ? Oh save me — save m9«->I,wiU give- But rum! ImusthaTe-^willbaverum. • «• '• • * * * Ah ! now he's gone ; once more I'm free : He's gone — the boasting knave and liar»- He said that he woidd take me ofF Down tol-But there ! my bed's on fire I <'Firel water! hdpl «ome, haste—I'll die; Come, take me from this burning bed : The smoke-— I'm <»oklng— -cannot cry ; There now*— it's catching at my head t But see 1 again that diemon's come ; Look I there he peeps through yonder crack ; Mark how his burning eyeballs fiash ! How fi^oe he grins ! what brought him back ? n *|^ere staiuis his burning coach of fire s tjf e-smiles^ and beckons me to cone. What are (Nse words he's written there? * /« AW/, ire R«oer want for rum f " One ]<»u4, oit piercing diriek #•& heturd ^ One yell ran^ out upon tiie air ; One sound. Mid one alone, aame forth-^ . The viotlm's cry of wild dtspair. # POETRY. 67 e9( " Why loni^r wait ? I'm ripe for bell ; A spirit's sent to bear me down. There in the regions of the lost, I sure will wear a fiery orown. Accursed, I know, without a hope ! (One moment more, and then I'll come !) And there I'll quench my awful thirst With boiling, burning, fiery rum." Joseph Allison. 5. \) b; Bk? DASH TO THE I*LOOR THAT BOWL. Dash to the floor that bowl ! Dare not ite sweets to sip ! There's peril to the soul, If once it touch the lip. ' Why will ye drown The God within? Avoid the sin ! Ay, dash it down I Once, to the exiled John A poisoned cup was brought. The bearer had withdrawn ; — ' The saint, by angels taught, Saw, o'er its brim> An asp's head rise. Whose burning eyes Were fixed on him. So Truth, by whose bright blase Is many a secret sin ^ Revealed, in these our days • Hatt| taught us, that, within That carrow span. The wine-cup's grasp, There lives an asp. There dies a man ! ■#:i 6S POETRY. Then let no fire be brought, In goblet, glass, or bowl, "Within ** the dome of thouj^ht, The palace of the soul ; Lest, in that fire Of burning drink, That palace sink, That soul expire. Should God, in wrath, ordain A unirersal dearth, "SVhat need he do, but rain On all this green, glad earth, From cloudy urns, The curse that fills Our rats and stills, That blights and burns. Save us from such a shower, God of the eastern bow ! , That pledge, of love and power, What bends, what paints it so ? That bow in air 'Tis light that bends, Heaven's light, tlAt blends With water there. Let light on water shine, — The light of love and truth ! Then shall that drink divine Be quaffed by Age and Youth j And, as that bow - Doth heavenward bend, Shall heavenward tend The way they go. 6. THE BAR MAID. I saw a lovely girl — it was at church — Who knelt before her Maker in the beauty POETRY. 69 Of maiden meekness. As she lifted up Her calm blue eyes in confidence to heaven, And her sweet lips were parted in low prayer, I thought that never had been seen on earth Such likeness unto angels. Presently - She approached the supper of the Crucified, With diffidence and in humility of step ; Revealing lowliness of heart. And there, As she partook the symbols of His death — With trembling, touched the blest memorials — Her eyelids swam with tears of penitence, And holy hope, and joy that passeth words. Woman, (I said,) though ever beautiful, And every where attractive, unto me Thou art truly lovely when devotion lends Its halo to thy charms. That Sabbath day Again I saw her — 'twas the same — she stood Beneath her father's roof. From the high altar She had hastened to her home for other service. It was a room unseemly to the sight, Ranged round with cups and flasks, on which was seen The name of Alcohol. The place was filled With vulgar men. The thoughtless youth was there Just learning his sad lesson. Aged heads Clustering and ripening for the grave were there : And there the filthy debauchee. Strange oaths And laughter rude I heard. — The jest obscene Went round : and some were reeling in, their drink. And she — yes, she^ that beauteous one, that sweet Young blossom, stood amid that tainted crew, As 'twere a pure bright spirit, suddenly Brought in its skiey freshness to the damned. She stood behind the bar: — her lily hand * Poured out the nauseous draught, and mixed and reached The poison to those outcasts. With a leer, That withered up, methought, her virgin charms, Those bad men gazed on her, and laughed and drunk ; And still they drank, and still she filled the cup I 2 .3 "f 70 POETRY. And gave it them, and heard their brutal talk^ And songs of heU. Her sire is counted one Of the pillars of the church ; he duly prays, Gives alms, and deems himself a journeyer To heaven; and he his daughter places there A daily sacrifice, acceptable Unto the Moloch Ruh : and unrehuked, For money offers up his innocent child; And she, obedient, thus is sacrificed. 7. . - THE TOAST. Fill up the cup, the bowl, the glass. With wine and spirits high, And we will drink, while round they pass. To — Vice and Misery, Push quickly round the draught again. And drain the goblet low. And drink in riot's swelling strain, To — Reason 8 overthrow I Push round, push round in quickest time — The lowest drop be spent In one loud roand to- -Guilt and' Crime \ And — Crime's just punishment / Fill, fill agaio-^fiU to the brite. To — Loss of honest fame l Quafif— deeper quaff — while now we drink, Our wives', our children s shame / Push round ! push round, with loudest cheers,. Of mirth and revelry — We drink to Woman's sighs and teats, , And children's povtHy, Fill up the glass — fill yet more high I Thus soon ne'er let ut part — Stop not at woman's WlH* and sigh^ Give — Beauty' s^bji0en heatt t Poetry. Oncti more ! while power shall yet remain, E'en with its latest breath, Brink! to yourselves — Disease and pain, And infamy and death! 8. 71 f SOLILOQUY OF A DRUNKARD S WIFE. * * * Time wai;, when much he loved me, When we walked out at close of day t'inhale The vernal breeze — ah, well do I remember. How, theb, with careful hand he drew my mantle Around me, fearful, lest the evening dew^ Should mar my fragile health. Yes^ then be would Look kindly on me, \vhen my heart was sad. How tenderly he wiped my tears away, While from his lips the Words of gentle soothing In softest accents fell. ^ How blest my evenings, too, when wintry blasts Were loudly howling round our peaceful dwelling. O, it was sweet, the daily task performed. By the swept hearth and- cheerful fire to sit With him I loved : to view, with glistening eye. And all a parent's joy, the budding graces Of our little ones. • • * Then ye had a father, My lovely babes, now more than helpless orphans ! Thy mother more than widowed grief has known ; Yes, sharper pangs than those who mourn the dead Seized on my breaking heart, when first I knew My lover ^ husband — O, my earthly all, Was dead to virtue 1 When I saw the man My soul too fiondly loved transformed to brute. O, it was then I tasted gall and wormwood ! O, then the world looked dreary I fearful clouds Quick gathered round ine, dark forebodings came; The grave before was terror, now it smiled ; I longed to lay me 4own in peaceful rest, v3 t| 72 POBTRY. There to forget my sorrows. But I lived ! And O, my God ! what years of woe have followed f I feel my heart is broken. He who vowed To cherish me — before God*s altar vowed — Has done the deed, ^nd shall I then upbraid him-— The husband of my youthful days — the man For whom I gave my virgin heart away I Patient I'll bear it all. * * * Peace, peace, my heart I 'Tis almost o'er — A few more stormy blasts, And then this shattered, sickly frame will falT, And sweetly slumber — where the weary rest^ The wicked cease from troubling ! 9. THE REFORMED FATHER. Father, Come, iSarling, take a lime toddy, It is a cold and rainy day ; > ,^ A little's good for any body ; Come, take a little, child, I pray. Child. O father, do not tempt me so, I fear I'll love it by and by. And then my lote ^11 grow and grow. Till I shall drmk your bottle dry. Father. Fie, fie, that unsame man in peril and in power ; True to the law of right, as warmly prone To grant another's as maintain their own ; Foes to oppression wfaeresoe'er it be : — These are the proudly free ? • Who are the wise ? They "who have governed with a self-control Each wild and baneful passion of the soul. Curbed the strong impulse of all fierce dwires, But kept alive affection's purer fires; They who have passed the labyrinth of life Without one hour of weakness or of strife ; Prepared each change Qf fortune to endure. Humble though rich, and dignified though poor— \^ POETRY. 75 bouTy e? Skilled in the latent movements of the heart, — Learned in the lore which nature can impart,-— Teaching that sweet philosophy aloud, Which sees the " silver lining" of the cloud, Looking for good in all beneath the skies: — These are the truly wise I 11. FROM MILTON's SAMPSON AGONISTES. O madness I to think use of strongest wines, And strongest drink, our chief support of health, When God, with these forbidden, made choice to rear His mighty champion, strong above compare. Whose drink was only from the limpid brook. 12. WHY SO MANY DRUNKERIES. Pass where we may, through city or through town^ Village or hamlet of this merry land, Though lean and beggar 'd, evVy twentieth pace Conducts th' unguarded nose to such a whiff Of stale debauch, forth issning from the styes That law has licens'd, as makes tempVance reel. There sit, involved and lost in curling clouds Of Indian fume, and guzzling deep, the boor, The lackey, and the groom. The craftsmen there Takes a Lethean leave of all his toil ; Smith, cobbler, joiner, he that plies the shears And he that kneads the dough, all loud alike. All learned, and all drunk. The fiddle screams Plaintive and piteous, as it wept and waiKd Its wasted tones and harmony unheard. Dire is the frequent curse, and its twin-sound. The cheek-distending oath. ^Tis here they leara The road that reads fi;om competence and peace. To indigence and rapine ; till, at last Society, grown weary of the load, « Shakes her encumber'd lap, and casts them out 76 POETRY. But censure profits little : vain th' attempt To advertise in verse a public pest, That, like the filth with which the peasant feeds His hungry acres, stinks, and is of use — Th' excise is fattened with the rich result Of all this riot ; and ten thousand cask:*. For ever dribbling out their base contents, Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state, Bleed gold for parliament to vote away. Drink and be mad, then ; — 'tis your country bids ; Gloriously drunk, — obey th' important call : Her cause demands th' assistance of your throats ; Ye all can swallow, and she asks no more. COWPEB. 13. THE HOUSE WITH THE PICTURE HUNG OVER THE DOOR. Joseph, Well Sammy ; I'm glad I've dropped on thee at last, We've not had thee with us, these many weeks past ; Thoti knows where I'm going, thou's been there before—- Tbe house with the picture hung over the door. Samuel, Friend Joe ! if it suits thee 111 speak my mind plain, I was us'd there so badly, I'll not go again : * And if thou art wise, lad, thouU venture no more In the house with the picture hung over the door. ' Joseph, Our club that meets there, is both courteous and free, As hearty and kind, as good fellows can be; There's music, and drink, and diversion in store, At the house with the picture hung over the dour. Samuel I grant there are some, both kind hearted and gay^ But the stuff they get there takes all virtue away ; And sense, wit, and music are lost in the roar Of the house with the picture hung over the door. This POETRY. 77 Joaeph* I'm surprised at this talk, so unsocial and sour. Of that bleMing good drink, and its joy-giving power, From him who go loudly sang one bottle more. At the huuse with the picture hung over the door. Samuel, When first I went there, I was hearty and sound, Like a horse could I toil, like a stag -ould I bound ; But I was made frenzied, and feeble, and poor. At the house with the picture hung over the door. Joseph, This life is made up of joys, crosses, and cares, ./tnd he who laughs loudest his sorrow outwears ; I fly from my trouble — 'tis vain to deplore, — To the house with the picture hung over the door. Samuel, 'Tis true all have trials on life's changeful track. But man makes more painful, the rod to his back. His griefs he forgets but one moment — no more,-^- At the house with the picture hung over the door. Joseph, Pray what will thou do with thy earnings, my lad, Thy wages are good — in thy prospects be glad, If thou would not turn raiser, then lessen thy store, At the house with the picture hung over the door. Samuel, i I've a coat to my back, a good hat on my head. My wife, and my bairns, are well cloth 'd aiid well fed, For these have a claim on my savings, before The house with the picture hung over the door. Joseph, And how gets thou' over these long winter nights, Tby^ life must be bare, very bare of delights, — I should die, if my spirits I did not restore. At the house with the picture bung over the doof, 78 PO«TRY. I:- SamueL The mind, free, unclouded, is ne'er at a lose, The deep mines of wisdom, not kings can engross — From the joys of my home, who would wish to explore I'he house with the picture hung over the door. Jo§eph» To me my own dwelling looks tiresome and dull, I cannot be right 'till I go and get full ; I fly from my home, where a plague rages sore. To the house with the picture hung over the door. Samutl, Stay at home with thy wife — read a book to her mind. If peevbh before — it will make her grow kind ; * At times with the wise, share the pleasures of lore. Not — the house with the picture hung over the door. Joseph, With head-piece like thine, O I that I had been bless'd I I know I have btfen but a fool at the best ; I oft thought of saving — that fit was soon o*er. At the house with the picture hung over the door. Samuel, Would st thou the rich fruits of thy labour retain ? Would'st thou taste of pleasure, that leaves thee no pain? Say I would'st thou be happy ? — then enter no more The house with the picture hung over the door. T. LiSTSB. 14. MY LITTLE JUG OF WHISKEY. O, thou wert once, from morn to night, , My greatest joy, my first delight. And never, never for from sight. My littlejug of whiskey. When early from my couch I crept, I filled Uiee full, and near me kept, And drank thee dry before I slept. My little jug of whiskey. ] A 14 I' A T POBTRT. 79 plore Qind, or. less'd ! o pain ? ore iXSTSR. O, seldom one thort hour apart, For five long years, so near my heart, fiesolved from thee I*d never part. My Uttle j[ug of whiskey. But yet a pest I found thee, aye, Tho' I ne'er knew thee run away, With but one pistareen a day, My little Jug of whiskey. One pistareen ! a Itttle sound, Small sum ; but when the year came round, Near eighty dollars it was found, My little jug of whiskey. Eighty ! but go on further still, In five years, reckon as you will. Four hundred nigh it cost to fill. My little jug of whiskey. Four hundred ! such the sum you call, With interest subjoined, and dl, Is but a calculation small, My little jug of whiskey. Ah, me ! that I thou little foe, Fool that I am to love thee so. In thirty more what would it grow, <^ * My little jug of whiskey. Five thousand dollars ! ah ! said I, I vow henceforth to lay thee by, So hear my last, my farewell sigh, My little jug of whiskey. So up the little pest I gave. And took my resolution brave, The pistareen a day to save, My little jug of whiskey. Now thirty years have rolled away, I've saved my pistareen a day, A lot I've purchased with the sum, That might, long since, have gone for rum 80 POETRY. And there a house 1 ve built as neat, And large as any in the street, Well furnished too, and round the lire, My children bless their happy sire. My partner smiles with honest glee, And says there's none about like me, So good a father, kind a mate, Nor e'er was wife so fortunate, And I, depend ye, bless the day, I laid my whiskey jug away. Quondam Tipple. 15. THE DRUNKARD S WIFE. Dark was th^ night ! How dark ! No light ! No fire ! Cold on the dearth the last faint sparks expire : Shivering she watcher by the cradlu side For him who pledged her love-.-last year a bride ! ** Hark ! 'tis his footstep I No ! 'itis past, 'tis gone !". Ti<5k-tick ! " How wearily the time crawls on ; Why would he leave me thus? He once was kind, And I believed 'twould last. How mad! how blind. *' Rest thee, my babe — rest on. 'Tis hanger's cry ! Sleep, for there is no food ! The fount is dry. Famine and cold their wearying work have done ; My heart must break! And thou!" The clock strikes one! " Hush ! 'tis the revel ! Yes, he's there ; he's there ! For this, for this, he leaves me to despair ! Leaves love, leaves truth ; his wife ! his love ! For what ? The wanton smile, the villain and the sot! ** Yet I'll not curse him. No, 'tis alh in vain ; 'Tis long to wait, but sure h&'U come again ! And I could starve and bless him, but for you. My child : his child I Oh fiend !' The clock strikes two. % POETRY. 81 PPLE. ire! 1" • id, iiid. yl ;k striken lere! I or what ? rikes two. '* Hark ! how the sign board creaks : the winds iiowl by ; Moan, moan ! a dirge swells through the cloudy sky ! Ha ! 'tis his knock ! he comes, be comes once more !" 'Tis but the lattice flaps I Th j hope is o'er ! " Can he desert us thus ? He knows I stay Night after night in loneliness to pray For his return : and yet he sees r\u tear ! No, no. It cannot b^. He will be here ! ** Nestle more closely, dear one, to my heart ! Thou'rt cold ! thou'rt freezing ! but we will not part. Husband! I die ! Father, it is not he ! Oh, God, protect my child !" The clock strikes three. They're gone ! they're gone I the glimmering spark hath fled! The wife and child are numbered with the dead. On the cold hearth, outstretched in solemn res^t, The babe lay frozen on its mother's breast ! The drunkard came at last : but all was o'er ; Bead silence reigned around. The clock struck four. 16. THE DVING DRUNKARD. Stretch'd on a heap of straw^-^-his bed — The dying drunkard lii^ ; His joyless wife supports his head. And to console him tries : His weeping children's love would ease His spirit, but in vain ; Their ill-paid love destroys his peace. He'll never smile again. His boon companions — where are they ? — They shar'd his heart and bowl. Yet come not nigh, to charm away The horrors from his soul. g2 82 POETRY. What have such friends to do with those Who press the couch of pain ? And he is racked with mortal throes — He'll never rise again ! And where is mercy in that hour Of dread, and pain, and guilt ! Though Jesus* blood, of matchless power ^ For man's sear'd soul was spilt ; If Justice spurn the fear-urged prayer, That stream has flow'd in vain ; And lock'd iu thy embrace. Despair ! He'll never hope again.. 17. . THE DRUNKARD^S ADDRESS TO HIS WIFE. Aye, weep my wife, for what are now To me those bitter tears ? Though wrinkled now that once smooth brow, And more by grief than years. What though thine eye no longer beams With hopes once fondly cherished ; Thoufjh faded now life's early dreams. And all thy young joys perished : — Though wasted now that once full form. By grief and want and care. And thy young heart that should be warm. Is frozen with despair : — What though my children round me weep For bread I cannot give ? E'en let them starve : the last long skep. ^ Is better than tp live. For I am dead to feeling, and My heart is turned to stone ! There is no sympathetic band That binds me to my own. POETRY. 83 1*11 clutch the jnad'ning, damning bowl, And drink to infamy ! I'll " lay the unction to my soul," — Then lay me down and die. 18. THE WOFUL EFFECTS OF WINE DRINKING. {From the Sacred Scriptures.) Who hath contention, sorrow, wop And wounds without design ; Redness of «yes, and hlackness too ? The derotees of wine. What liquor can the serpent's bite And adder's sting combine. To poison man with lust and spite ? 'Tis health-impairing wine. Who are required to wake and weep. To howl, and sigh, and pine. To drink, and fall, and snore, and sleep ? The bibbers of mixed wine. On whom hath God pronounced a woe, And fixed a Cain-like sign ? The mighty men whose bumpert. f^r>w. Yet ne'er are drunk with wine. What made the people early rt'j# , In revellings to join. And God's forbearing grace -m r.fise ? 'Twas vice-engendering \* '*ne. What made the prophet and the priest To err in things divine. And prostitute the sacred feast? 'Twas God^insulting wine. What brought on Noah deep disgrace— A curse upon his line. And slavery on half his racff ? 'Twas stupifying wine, c. a 84 POETRY. What made tlie soul of righteous Lor More fiHby than the swine, And gave his name the foulest blot ? 'Twas brutalising wline. '^hat brought on Aaron^s faithless sons- Displeasure all divine. And made a fire consume their bones? 'Twas priest-polluting wine. What made weak Nabal to expire. At folly's madd'nhig shrine, The victim of Jehovah's ire ? 'Twas (Kssipating wine; What made Benhaded tremble, when He would a hero shine. And lose a hundred thousand men ? 'Twas life-destroying wine. What wrought Belshazzar's woful fali,. And caused the hand divine To write his doom upon the wall ? 'Twas soul-seducing wine. What made king Herod gratify Base woman's vile design ? And caused the prophet John to die ? 'Twas braiu-beguiling wine. Then let us purpose in our heart, With Daniel, to resign The woful cause of endless smart, The fierce-fermented wine. With Samuel and Samson, who In sacred history si/iiie, * And Moses meek, and Aaron too We sacrifice our wine. Like Jonadab the Rechabite. The binding pledge we sign ; And, with each noble Nazarite, i From henceforth drink no wine;^ Kei »«■ POETRY. 85 We publish, with undaunted Paul, Th' expedient divine, That, to prevent a brother t fid!;, 'Tis good to drink no wine. O Saviour ! make our pruning pledge A pioneer uf thine ; Thy kingdom needs an opening wedge, Like John who drank no wine. Smile on our country, and our cause, With mercy's ray benign. And save us from the yawning jaws Of soul-devouring wine. K. G. IVTason. Keith, Scotland. 19. FOR THE VICTORIA SOCIETY. Thou who can'st succour the distressed. Oh I Israel's consolation hear. Hear Holy Spirit our request And shew thy powerful presence near i Inspire the unntterablo groan, And breathe our wishes to the throne. We weep for more than widow's woe, For worse than orphan's want we sigh. For human nature's overthrow, For rage and fraud and treachery ; For riven hearts and dire despair, 'Neath auburn locks and hoary hair. We wrestle for the wretched race By alcohol inhumaniaied. Oh magnify thy richest grace On the degraded and despised. Oh let the sot thy mercy prove, Thou ** Friend of sinners," God of love J. B. Buckingham . Al i^ '■.r m^ 86 POETRY. 20. THE RIVER OF DEATH. *• TUr^feet deep, sixty fuet wide, and eighty-four milet long," con- ititttti*^ the estimated quantity qf intoticcUing liquors annually consumed in the United Kingdcm, l^read rirer ! on thy iktal shore ^ I stood and gaz'd with awe-struck sight, While visions passed my eye before, Dark as the depths of deepest night. I gaz*d as came a joyous band, And thoughtless drank with youthful glee : With notes of praise they iill'd the strand j Each echo mock'd their revelry. Again I gaz'd and onward came The self-same band with earnest itpeed, And long they drank that flood of riame ; But waking, cursed the mad'ning deed. I look'd again — but oh ! how changed I That band with feeble steps drew nigh. And long upon the bank they rang'd While frenzy glaz'd each haggard eye : Then headlong plung'd into the stream, And long I saw them struggle there ! And, oh ! the horrors of that dream ! They sunk at last in dark despair ! t Troop aftrr trorp came following fast ; At first ihey sip*d, they deeply drank. But plun^M within the flood at last, And in ihe gulf forever sank. And there the lonely widow stood. And there the orphan child beside ; While sighs disturb'd the fatal flood, And salt tears swell'd liie blacken'd tide. f," cori' mualljf POETRY. 87 I pass'd the stream, and stood beyond : Myriads of fallen men I saw, Who curs'd the fiend that led them bound, And sank them in eternal woe. 21. OUR BRETHREN. Hast thou a brother unreclaimed — A sister yet in sin, Whoj though they listen to the truth, Feel not its power within ? Oh pray for them ! — pray day and night. That they may yet discern aright ! Thou answerest : " All my father's house Are servants of the Lord, They bless the Father for his Son, And reverence the "Word." Are all thy father's house, oh youth, Humble adorers of the truth ? . Nay — nay — I tell thee they are not : ** Oh yes, they are." What, all ? Whom dost thou, then, thy brethren term, t And whom thy father call ? God is the jire of all men named ; — Say, are thy brethren all reclaimed ? John C» Mossie. 22. WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR. Thy nejghbour ? It is he whom thou Hap«: power to aid and bless, Wh >8c aching heart or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press. 68 POETRY. Thy neighbour ? *Ti8 the faintiRg poor, Whose eyes with want are dim, AVhonn hunger sends from door to door — Go thou, and succour him. Thy neighbour ? *Tis that weary man. Whose years are at their brim. Bent low with siclcness, cares, and pain ; Go thou, and comfort him. Thy neighbour ? 'Tis the heart bereft Of every earthly gem ; Widow and orphans helpless left : — Go thou, and shelter them. Thy neighbour ? Yonder toiling slave. Fetter 'd in thought and limb. Whose hopes are all beyond the grave-— Go thou, and ransom him. When'er thou meet'st a human form Less favour d than thine own. Remember, 'tis thy neighbour worm, Thy brother, or thy sou, Oil, pass not, pass not heedless by ; Perhaps thou canst redeem The breaking heart from misery : — Go share thy lot with him. The drunkard is thy neighbour too : Behold his visage wan Bears traces of the thousand woes Which blight the hopes of mau ! As noble ship without a helm, He's lash'd by every wave On a tempestuous sea of toils : O, hasten Him to save. THF POETRY. 89 23. THF RUM-SELLER REFORMED IN HIS CLOSET. At even he retired to pray, Afid kneeling low, began to say : ** Our Father, still in heaven the same, Hallowed be thy glorious name — " When Consience, rising in his breast. The prostrate suppliant thus addressed ; " To-day you sold that rum for gain, "Which made your neighbour so profane ; And now, perhaps, with poisoned breath, He scatters firebrands, arrows, death I Can, then, your heart one wish afford, That his great name should be adored ?" « Although convicted almost dumb, He stills proceeds, " Thy kingdom come"—- Again does the reprover rise ; The monitor within replies : ** You still pursue that deadly craft — Still vend the soul-destroying draught, Which so obstructs that kingdom's qourse, And adds to sin and Satan's force ! How dare you now pretend to plead That heavenly kingdom to succeed ?" Still venturing on, once more he said ; ** Give us each day our daily bread" — ** What ! while your bins and bags contain, Exchanged for rum, the poor man's grain ! Or in your till the price is laid Which should have brought his children bread?" His soul with keen conviction stung. With struggling heart and faltering tongue, He cries : " Forgive ! grant me salvation ! And henceforth keep me from temptation ; For now no longer will I lay Temptation in my neighbour's way ; What thus is gained, when understood, Is seen to be the price of blood. 90 POETBV. I'd rather dig, or beg, or serve, Yea, henceforth sooner will I starve, Rather than once again to stain My hand with such unrighteous gain 1" Arising calmly, from his knees. His heart approved, and all was peace. O. X. C. 24. THE TREE OF DEATH. Let the king of the grave be asked to tell The plant he loveth best ; And it will not be the cypress tree, Though 'tid ever the churchyard guest ; He will not mark the hemlock dark, Nor stay v^hen the nightshade spreads ; He will not say 'tis the sobre yew. Though it springs o'er skeleton's heads ; He will not point to the willow branch, Where breaking spirits pine beneath, For !i brighter leaf sheds deeper grief, And a fairer tree is the tree of Death. But where the green rice stalks are seen, Where ripe fruits gush and shine, «* This, this," cries he, ** is the tree for me>~ The vine, the beautiful vine ;" I*crouch among the emerald leaves. Gemmed with the ruby grapes; I^dip my spear in the poison here, And he is strong that escapes. Crouds dance round with satyr bound, Till my dart is burled from its traitor sheath ; When I diriek with glee, no friend to me Is so true as the vine, the Tree of Death. O, the glossy vine has a serpent charm, It bears an nnblest fruit ; There's a taint about each tendrilled arm. And a curse upon its root ; 1 1 I 1 I POETRY. 91 Its juice may flow to warm the brow, And wildly lighten the eye, But the frenzied mirth of a revelling crew Will make the wite man sigh ; For the maniac laugh, the trembling frame, The idiot speech, and pestilent breath, The shattered mind and blasted fame. Are wrought by the vine, the Tree of Death. Fill, fill the glass, and let it pass ; But ye who quaff, O think That even the heart which loves 'st loath The lips that deeply drink ; The breast may mourn o'er the clu.c link torn, And the scalding drops may roll ; But 'tis better to mourn o'er a pulseless form, Than the wreck of a living soul. Then a health to the hemlock the cypress and yew, The worm hiding grass and the willow wreath, For though shading the tomb, they fling not a gloom So dark as the vine, the Tree of death. Eliza Cook. 25. THE UPAS TREE. There sprang a tree of deadly name : Its poisonous breath, its baleful deWy Scorched the green earth like lava flame. And every plant of mercy slew. From clime to clime its branches spread Their fearful fruits of sin and woe ; The prince of darkness lov'd its shade, And toil'd its flery seeds to sow. Faith pour'd her prayer at midnight hour ; The hand of zeal at noon- day wrought, And armour of celestial power, The children of the Cf'oss besought* IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) // % ■ ^4^ ^/ ** 4^ 1.0 I.I ^1^ 1^ Z U£ 12.0 ut 11.25 III 1.4 IJ4 Fhotogra^^ Sciences Corporation as WBT MAIN STRUT WltSTIR.N.Y. 14SM (716) •73-4S03 92 POETRY. Behold ! the axe its ptride doth wound ; Thro' its cleft boughs the sun doth shine, Its blasted blossoms strew the ground Give glory to the arm divine. And still Jehovah's aid implore, From isle to isle, from sea to sea, From peopled earth's remotest shore, To root that deadly Upaa Tree. ■ 26. [original.] REV. XII. 15, 16, 17, AND XX. 2, 3. When the belov'd disciple saw The serpent wide extend his jaw, And thence a flood commence to flow Threat'ning the Churches overthrow, How little did he think That Priest, Physician, Poet, Sage, Prelate and Prince, in every age. With maniac zeal would all conspire To praise and spread the liquid fire. And call it heavenly drink. And when he saw the sparkling flood Strew'd o er with wrecks and stain'd with bloody Science and morals, church and all. Strutting and stag'ring to their fall, How bless'd he did not know That thousands of the churches sons, With kills, and stills, and vats, and tuns, And feasts in bacchitoalian state. Would the old serpent emulate, To make it foam and flow. Who could have thought the Spartan band, That did so bold the foe withstand, Would vow they'd leave that pass exposed By which they inight be all enclosed — (Bewitcfa^di by Satan's spell I) POETRY. 93 Stand pledg'd, at onee, the stream to stop, And yet secure the church her drop. And gag each man who could not think 'Twas right the Church shouM buy and drink, Yet sin to make and sell. Ye saints rejoice, lift up your eyes, E'er long an angel cleaves the i^kies, ' And seized and bound the Dragon is. And down the bottomless abyss He's hurl'd by power divine. No more the nations to deceive, No more the saints to tempt and grieve, No more his lies shall we believe, Thou Lord our God wilt this achieve. Be all the glory thine. O. Larwill. Buckingham, 27. ACROSTIC. Watch yonder wretch-r-mark well his haggard face, H is tattered garments, and his tottering pace ; I n every feature vice and dark despair S ecurely reign, and penury and care. Keen are his wants, and justice round him throws E ndless confusion and a cloud of woes. Y ou ask what dire calamity is this Which blights so cruelly his health and bliss ? H e is a drunkard. Alcohol hath found I n him a victim — and his soul is bound S oon as the demon his fell torch illumes. K indled within, the fatal fire consumes ; E ach comfort flies at his approach ; and fade Y outh, strength, and virtue, 'neath his Upas shade. - H. Fay. Edinburgh, H 2 94 * POETRY. 28. THE EFFECTS OF TEE-TOTALISM. More of good than we can tell. More to buy with, more to sell. More of comfort, less of care, More to eat and more to wear. Happier: homes with faces brighter, All our burdens rendered lighter. Conscience clear, and minds much stronger, Debts much shorter, purses longer, Hopes that drive away all sorrow. And something laid up for to-morrow. 29. THE WIFE TO HER HUSBAND. " Ye took me, William, when a girl, unto your home and heart. To bear in all your after-fate a fond and faithful part ; And tell me have I ever tried, that duty to forego. Or pined there was not joy for me when yon were sunic in woe ? No ; I would rather share your tear than any other's glee, For though you are nothing to the world, you're all the WORLD TO HE. You make a palace of my shed, this rou^-hewn bench a throne. There s sunlight for me in your smiles, and music in your tone. I look upon you when you sleep — my eyes with tears grow dim, I cry, * Oh P^ent of the Poor, look down from heaven on him; Behold him toil from day to day, elbausting strength and soul. Oh look with m«rey on him, Lord, for thou canst make bimwbiifl»?* it POETRY. 95 jer, »ine and tart; re sunk jr*8 glee, lll the bench a in your ir» grow (aven on igth and St make And when at Tast rbiieving deep has on my eyelid smiled. How oft are they forbid to dose in slumber by our child ? I take the little murmurer, that spoils my span of rest, And feel it is a part of thee I lull upon my breast. There's only one return I crave, I may not need it .long, And it may soothe thee when I'm where the wretched feel no wrong : I ask not for a kinder tone, for thou wert ever kind ; I ask not for less frugal fare, my fare I do not mind ; I ask not for attire more gay — If such as I have got Suffice to make me fair to thee, for more I murmur not. But I would ask some share of hours that you on clubs bestow,. Of knowledge which you prize so much, might I not some- thing know ? Subtract from meetings amongst men each eve an hour for me, Make me companion of your soul, as I may safely be. If you will read, I'll sit and work ; then think when you're away. Less tedious I shall find the time, dear William, of your stay, A meet companion soon 111 be for e'en your studious hours. And teacher of those little one's you call your cottage flow« en; And if we be pot rich and great, we may be wise and kind. And as my heart can warm your heart, so may my mind your mind.". 30. ■'*/: « BEHOLD THE SHORT ROAD TO PERDITION T See here is a man, > With bottle and can ; He's going the road to perditipn. '' Behold the tee-total physichiQi ' Who warned the man, his bottle and can Were leading him down to perdition? h3 ■-*; 96 p'oetht. But lo I a power, in eyil hour, Out-preached the tee-total physician, Who warned the man, his bottle and can' Were leading him down to perdition. This is the spirit decoction and swill. That run from the tun, the vat, and the still That formed the power that in evil hour Out-preached the tee-total physician. Who warned the man, his bottle and can Were leading him down to perdition. This is the man who for silver and gold Filled up the can, and the black bottle sold. That held the spirit, decoction and swill. That run from the tun, the vat, and the still ; That formed the power that in evil hour. Out-preached the tee-total physician. Who warned the man, bis bottle and can Were leading him down to perdition, ' And here is a beast, with hoof and horn. That plotted and planned both night and morn. To back the man, who for silver and gold Fiird up the can, and the black bottle sold, That held the spirit, decoction, and swill, ' That run from the tun, the vat, and the still ; That formed the power that in evil hour Out-preached th§ tee-total physician, Who warned the man, his bottle and can Were dragging him down to perdition. And here is a priest, with his brandied wine, , Who pleads for his bottle a right divine, "^lio liMJhftheast with hoof and horn, Thai^pippl PBIillil ^ned both night and morn^ To back tlie JlppP^i for silver and gold . Filled up the M, ittil^e black bottle 8»ld, That held the spirit, ^l^oction, and swill. That run from the tun, the vat, and the still, m POETRY. 97 That formed the power that in evil hour Out'preached the tee-total physician. Who warned the man, his bottle and can Were dragging him down to perdition. 3L THE LITTLE SUP. The temperance cause, I wish it well, It cries, ** to help come up." Help, you that choose, but for myself. Hove a little sup. The noble effort I approve. And ever cry it up. But I'll not sign the pledge, because / love a little sup. Ten thousand tortured wives cry out, And beggared babes, ** Give up !" I hear their cries, and pity, but — / lope a little sup. The spirits lost in anguish shriek, " O quit the poisonous cup !" I feel the terror strike; but, still, / love a little sup. The doctor says, " It hastens death," And why not quit the cup ? And so I would, but — I know why—- / love a little sup. The preacher urges next; ** 'Tis sin. And shames the church,** g|ve up! My secret plea is stronger yet, ^ / love a liitU sup. All argument I can out-brave That bids, ** the pledge take up;'* This one is proof against their force, / love a little sup. i'^ %^ ■■ I' 98 POETRY. Tho' g[roans, and blood, and death, and hell All cry ** forsake the cup 1" ^ I know 'twere best, but then — but then — / love a little *up, ■ 32, WALK INTO THE AUCTION. TuNB :— " The Spider and the Fly," Will you walk into the auction, for the sale is just begun. And bid and buy, my master's idl, before the lots are done ; Such wondrous curiosities were ne'er exposed to view, So I pray you pay attention while I read the invent'ry through. And walk into the Auction. Lot I. — Some dirty dishes, which hare once been edged with blue, But, alas I the rims are broken, and they let the water ^ through; A broken knife, a one prong'd fork, and half a wooden spoon, ,^..,j And ^yJUtle penny whistle, which has never play'd a tune. Will you walk into the Auction. Lot IL— -A crazy fiddle, without finger-board or p^ ; 'Twas broken at the Fox and Goose, when ** Scraper" broke his leg ; The fiddle-bag and fiddle-stick are with it I declare. Bat thfe first is full of moth-holes, and the second has no hair. * Will yon, &c 'm Lot IIL-i^An old oak-table, which has once been neat and small, But having lost a brace of legs, it rests againsf the wall ; The top is split, the drawers are gone, its leaves have dropp'd away. And it has not felt the weight of food for six monihi and ' a day. Will you, &c. « wj^ir" POETRY. 99 Lot TV.— The shadow of a chair, whose back and seat are fled ; The latter Jenny burnt, because the former broke her head: And now they've tied its crazy joints, with cords of hempen string, And it utters, when 'tis sat upon, groans like a liting thing I Will you, &c. Lot y.~~A truss of barley straw, and two small pokes of chaff, *^i Whi^h have served for bed and pillows just a year and a half: Two sheets of home-spun matting, of the very coarsest grain. And a piece of ancient carpeting, which was the counter- pane. « Will you, &c. Lot VL — A corner cupboard, with the things contained therein — A spoutless teapot, and a cap, both well perfum'd with gin : A broken bottle and a glass— a pipe without a head^ — . And a dirty, empty meal-bag, where two mice are lying dead. Will you, &c. Lot YII. — One old bottle neck, beda^i^'d with grease so thick, Which form'd, when they'd a candle, a convenient candle- Adrtick: Alp) an old tin kettle, minus handle and a spout, AlVd a pan, of which a neighbour's child has drumm'd the bottom out. Will you, &c. « Lot YIII.— a het'rogeneous heap of bits of odds and ends, Which^on may purchase .very cheap as presents for your friends : •il- 100 POETRY. Also, some LooomotiTe Rags, which move with perf«ct ease, Lilce the little eoach we read of, that was drawn by little fleas. Will you. &c Then walk into the Auction, for my catalogue is through, Tet I have just one word to say before I bid adieu I The above are mostly Drunkard's LoU — which you'll do well to shun. Before jfour health and substance toQ, are *' going, going — Gone." Will you, &c. H. H. Davis. 33. KING alcohol's WALK. A TALE OF THE TIMES. King Alcohol^ bold, arose in his might, And quoth he, ** Well I love a sultry r/ight ; For heat sets my frantic victims raving. And then my aid they are wildly craving. Strange rumours have come to my ears of late. And I'll e'en take a walk, to view the state Of affairs in my realm, so mighty and old. And see if all's true that I have been told." Forth he pass'd from his palace ^f flame. Bound to a city, 'tis needless to name ; Most carefidly drest, in a choice disguise^ To conceal his true* features from mortal eyes.— He went alone, for he hoped to meet His minist'ring spirits in every street ; And they, the success of their plans would tell. And report if things were going on well. It chanc'd — as he walk'd o'er a lonesome way. He paus'd at a hovel with walls of clay ; All dismal, foetid, black, smoky, and dim ; — He looked through a rent in that dwelling grim ; w perfect y little irougb, I u'll do [Olllg— ^vIs» POETRY. 101 The pale, squalid group round the fire he knew ; — ** Oh, oh I" exclaimed he, ** here are subjects true ; A spirit of mine, presides o'er this scene. On that fire of peat, they're making Pothisn." On — on he went, with a laugh of delight, For his soul felt gladden'd at such a sight ; He pass'd o'er the water with spiteful leer,— - For water he knew was a foe severe. And again he paus'd near a leafy cot, llear'd in a green, sequester'd spot ; Though lowly and poor, 'twas neat and trim And its cheerful look soon attracted him. He ezclaim'd — ** When a place like this I see, I know they can spare some supplies to me : I'll peep through the window; — if all se^ms right, 111 rest for a while on my walk to night." — He look'd ; — his brow was soon shaded with gloom. For a widow knelt in her lonely room : To the Heabeb in secret that mourner pray'd; For a thankless child she implor'd His aid ! ** Oh ! save Lord I" she cried, '*my poor erring son, Spare — spare, in thy mercy, mine only one ! Hear thou my prayer, God of mercy and truth ! Cut him not off in the sins of his youth. Oh ! may he forsake the poisonous bowl. The ruin alike of body^and soul ! The mad'ning wine-cap has long been his bane, Aid him, O Lobd ! from its use tp abstain /" King Alcohol murmur'd — ** 'Tis very clear I'm losing my time while lingering here ; I always take myself off in a trice, When * Abstain,' is a woman's peit advioe. 'Tis a sex that no careful medium knows. They're disgraceful friends, iid ihefrefittalfoesf So, quite in a pet, with an angrr frown. He halted no viiote 'till he reach d the town. 102 POETRY. He enter d b street all spnrkltn; with light, And tpoke, — as he look d to the left and right,— '* These are the care of my minister, vine ; I hope in his trust he is not supine I Wine is iomewhat alotL% but matchlea in art. He wins with his «mt7e, and wounds with his dart Though with these I should meet a welcome sure, Yet, to night, I'll visit my faithful poor. Just then, a song reach*d Kinp AlcohoV* ear, And he paus'd awhile its burthen to hear ;— It seem'd to proceed from a drinking band, Met in a house calVd '* The Friend at Hand." " A capital sign," — said the King with a leer, — ** No doubt the friendship is yery sincere /" At that moment each voice a chorus raves, Of — ** Britons will never — never be slaves I" Ere the song had ceas'd, a tumult arose» Of passionate words, and of struggling blows. *' Out ! begone !" yell'd a voice of stern command ; — 1 would you believe 'twas the ' Fbiend at Hand ?' " You shan't use my house in this here strange way, 111 have no nonsense ; — so if you can't pay I turns you out : — that is always my plan ; And a roll in the mud will cool you, my man I" In his stout strong arms through the gaping crowd, Gasp'd one who had join'd in that chorus proud. For the ** Friend at hand," a foul push bestow'd. That hurl'd the poor reeling wretch in the road, Where, heavily falling, he lay supine ; — (What a jest on ** The human face divine 1") Policemen in haste began to appear, Close foUow'd by Death, with Uplifted spear. Tho' by mortab unseen, JCing Alcohol knew His old friend Death, and to greet him he flew ! " Excuse me," — cried Death — " for I must away ; My work, as you know, admits no delay. > \\'-' PO£TRY. 103 rU Id;— LND?' way, wd, I. w'd. ray; Yonder slave, thrown forth in the road to-night, In an hour hence will have fought his last fight ! Love of you made him mine my faithful friend ! May the like success all your plans attend ! ** Indeed," he added, << if 'twere not for you, I'm convino'd / should have much less to do. Fierce fever, pestilence, famine, and pain. Are nothing compar'd to your boundless reign. My prince of purveyors I well may you speed I Our compact by fate is wisely decreed." — With a farewell gesture, these comrades true, Parted, th*pure-.-8erene ! as if frail mar. to win From the foul dominion of blighting sin ; To woo, by her beauty, his thoughts above. To the throne of eternal Mercy and Love ! All silent and lone was the river's side ; But Alcohol soon in the distance descried , A victim approaching, with frantic tread, And gesture, to rouse both pity and dread : 'Twas a female form in youth's early prime, Blighted by guilt, yet untouched by time ; Though a shatter'd ruin, the eye could trace Many a vestige of beauty and grace. 'Twas appalling to gaze on a form so young. With shame and remorse, and suffering wrung : — To behold the tearless and frenzied eyes. And the bosom labVing with stifled sighs : — To list to the broken, unearthly tone, i^ In which the poor outcast breath 'd forth her moan ; To thirk of the withering strife within. The desolate heart of this child of sin ! ** Receive me," she cried, ** oh ! thou watery bed ! Refuse not to pillow my guilty head, « I can bear no longer the scorching pain' That burns at my heart, and kindles my brain ; Oh, mother I *tis long since I breath 'd thy name; 'Tis too pure to dwell on the lip of shame ; Ah ! how gladly would'st thou have died to save Thy child fcom a drunkard's dishonoured grave !" 108 POETRY. ** Metbinks 'tis thy voioe that exclaime, Repent ! But how can I knit the ties I have rent ? How wipe from my brow the mildew of shame ! How cleanse from its baseness a tarnitih*d name ? Oh ! even a fiend the foul sight must scorn, When intemp'rance dwells in t^ female form I Guilty — lonely — and lost, my weary head, I'll pillow to night in this watery bed." With maniac strength o*er the steep, high bank, She hastily climbed — and — plunging — she sank ! — A single, dark doud, like a morning veil, Obscur'd at the moment the moonbeams pale. The sullen plash of that deep, wat'ry tomb, Too plainly told the poor sufferer s doom ! While Alcohol, all unmov'd and grim, Scarce heeded the sight, — *twa» common to him ! *< I think,'* said the King, ** we will rest to-nitrht. At yon well known house with its tempting light ; 'Tis Moderate Hall — a right merry abode ; The toll-gate, 'tis prov'd, to the drunken road ; And while gulls are willing that toll to pay. We shall surely maintain our powerful sway. For my part I'm sure I need never complain, £xcept when I hear that sad word — Abstaih." V r KoUo CAmpbell, Printer. r Si'