THE RUMSELLER.
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When we reached our Office door on Thurs
day morning, we found aman stretched at full
length before it, in beastly state Of intoxica-
ton. He had been taken, we understand, to q
neighboring groggery, but was not permitted
to remain there while in this state. We tried
TO take care Of him until he should become so
Der. Poor fellow, miserably drugged by the
rumseller, he was then refused place to lay
while drunk! True, indeed, il is. that MANS
inhumanity TO man makes countless thousands
mourn oi1t1sfat


We try to love the individuals who sell ar
dent spirits, bur il is hard matter to love ones
enemies. Yet, we thank God through our
Lord Jesus Christ, that we can, yea we do
love them, and above all, we would love them
out Of their present contemplate business -
Where is their self respect7 Have they any
shame? II so, we at least contend that their
shame has no BLUSH, or il would be seen when
such things as we are daily recording take
place. Can we not induce one rumseller to
quit the trade2 We wish to know who will
be the first honorably TO forsake the horrible
traffic? a