ADDRESS OF THE BROOKLYN WASH
INGTONIANS.
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INGTONIANS.
'e BY n. T. TRAIL.
Several thousand copies of the following addr
have been distributed gratuitously In Brook
by the Parent Society The Society has iss,
similar address for each New Year day
many seasons past with most excellent effect
LADIES! blessings, health attend you,


Through another circling year;
Fortunes fairest smiles betriend you,
'HAaS Joy and peace each prospect cheer.
Mother! may no blossom faded,


Tell thy vain attempt to save;
May no son by wine degraded,
~ Bring thee sorrowing to thy grave.
Wife! may never husband, gladdened,


Erst to greet thee with kiss,
BY the treacherous wine-cup maddened,


Break thy heart and mar thy bliss.
Sister! ne'er may brother, falling


To resist temptations vile,
Cause thee days and nights Of wailing-


Turn to bitter tears thy smile.
Daughter! may besotted father


Never blight thy beauty's bloom,
Nor compel thy prayer" rather


Were he sleeping in the tomb"
Maiden! may no sight Of sorrow,
,a (Save weeping lover) be thy lot;
h Nor fond heart to-day, tomorrow


Be estranged and love thee not.
1- Mother sister! maiden! daughter!
at, Pledge us health in wine no more:
Pledge us JOY in pure, bright water,


Pledge US thus-pledge DER and DER.





Emblem fit Of all thy graces,
Is the clear, pellucid riIl;
While the colored cup embraces


Pleasures which but curse and kill.
Must we take from hands so charming,


Urged with sweetest smiles of joy,
Attaining poison, ever arming


Death with missiles to destroy?
Must the festive board, displaying,


Amply, Gods good things to view,
Desecrated be, arraying


Evil things Of Satan too'
I Hark that loud discordant brawling,
h5. jest obscene and angry fray,
Jocund curse and oath appalling
s Tell but this,--tte ioine hath stoay.
See yon mourner! lone, forsaken,
1t ~ diluClluR w III 4Aom PidCO W PisASS3
Mark how grief and want have taken
Health and beauty from her face
Look upon those little outcasts,


Shivering all in woe and pain;
Homeless, friendless, in the night-blasts,
Pleading oft for bread in vain
= See again the young man reeling,


Haif-insensate on the pave,
As the brain-destroyer, stealing
Ger the senses, digs their grave.
These are sample-yictims, offered,
OF the work the iend hath done.
Ladies'! have you ever profered


Wine to husband, lover, SOM
Then ne more 0 tempt as never,
On the merry, opening years,
With the demon that for ever


Sings the death-march in our ears
=. Maidens! daughters sisters! mothers
y. For yourselves-for Others feel;
Fathers, lovers, husbands, brothers,


Thus unto your hearts appeal
3, Spread the table full, ,--abating
pg That which ever leads astray,--
Every drink Intoxicating


On the present New YEAR DAY.
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