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there is no pecuniary benefit. Some Of the
many men Of talent keep aloof, whose in
fiuence would greatly benefit the cause, and
others, with the enticing wine cup in their
hands, vent their coarse, ribald jests upon
the honest few who labor for the good of
the many.


Oh that the talent lying idle amongst US,
Or expended in fruitless argument, was ap-
| piled to this bleeding wound in our coun-
try's honor! No styptic would be half SO
eficacious as this Look at the power Of
Rum Homes are desolate and miserable
energy is dead, and the hours given us to
improve by our Creator, wasted in the mi
serable novels erected for mans debasement.
The seller had better exc out his life in mi
sery and want, than make his fortune in
this way. We see halls fitted up in every
city in the Union, in almost regal magnif-
cence, presenting nothing but roses to the
sight, whilst the thorns lie hid


Truly, the drunkard's life would be most
acceptable if there were no thorns beneath
the roses; for in alcohol we would find
Lethe, in which we could wash away all re-
membranes. But there is tomorrow,
and retribution will come as certainly as
we live-the hope destroyed--the love
rudely spurned-lhe outraged feelings will
have Justice done them. Letthe drunkard
look at this picture and tremble, for as
surely as the truth can speak, his course
must end at this cheerless goal. FRIEND.