ULYSSES WARD.
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Readeri did you ever imagine the pangs
which they must feel who give themselves up
40 the demon Of intemperance Here is an
anonymous scrap which we find floating in
the newspapers. and which we think porirays
in graphic and vivid characters the remorse
consequent upon a debauch--the anguish
which tortures The mind conscious Of having
brutalized its noble powers. sse Ha
& 1t must have been some such feeling as is
here described, which afflicted that poor drunk
ard, when, after he had fallen into the hands
of the rumsellers and the rnmdrinkers, the
consciousness Of his degradation and his ina
bility to withdraw from their influence, stung
him 70 madness, And you, grog seller, who
presented the poisoned cup to his lips, and
you who urged him TO drown sorrows in the
bowl until the foods overwhelmed him, can
you lay your hand upon your heart and say
4 am innocent of the blood Of my brother ;
If you cannot, God help you. We can give
you no consolation unless you repent.
% But here is the dxtract: 8


"@ The mind that broods DER guilty woes


Is like the scorpion girt by, FIRE:


In circle narrowing as il glows,


The flames around their captive close,


Till. inly searched by thousand throes,
ass And maddening in her ire, a&


One sad and sole relief she knows.
II The sting she nourished for her foes
!, Gives but one pang. and cures all pain, \,


And darts into her desperate brain: ..;.
Y So do the dark in soul expire, ,aa fs.I


Or live like scorpions girt by fire. Il. III