From the Baltimore Privateer
VISIT TO A DYING INEBRIATE
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PUBLISHED by REQUEST or LADY
The windows were broken above and below,
And the hinges creaed loudly the old heavy door;
walked in the house, and looked all around,
Where nothing but cold, want, and sorrow found
In the corner, along by the side Of the wall,
In that dark lonely room, once proud noble hall,
Lay man on a bed, sick, gloomy and sad
In the meanest Of clothing his figure was clad.
With the language OF grief and with sobs he began,
Have pity upen me, poor wretched man;
Come nearer, and be not afraid Of me, pray,
o, listen and hear what | now have to say
Great great was my fortune and noble my BIRTH
But quickly it fell like dust to the earth!
My PARENTS dear loved ones, they sickened and died
And left me their son to my wealth and my pride.
But 0 what can wealth titles compare,
With conscience tprmented heart now laid bare,
Which but brightens and burns, each day and each


hour,


And leaves me victim enslaved in its power.
O look and behold yon white distant cot
Where JOY once smiled, and wtere peace was forgot
Boomed sweet one, ah lovely and dear is her name,
Unknown to the world, to fortune and fame;
From the home Of contentment bore her away,
And made her my bride on that bright happy day,
When the hopes OF the heart confding and young,
To the one she had chosen dcvotedly clung.
Home and friends were forsaken but @, not in sorrow
She looked for brighter, happier morrow;
And hut for that monster, that demon OF drink,
She still had been happy, that hought makes shrink
Ofthe moment when first the glass reached to my lip,





Thus, thus from that moment in guilt was chained:
This commenced the sad doings whicho'er me reign.
My soal knew not in that moment, alas!
The ordeal. the anguish thro' which it must pass.
But DER my Mary hung the dark gloomy cloud;
1t touched her young heart and her spirit bowed
In vain did she plead in her soft angel tone,
Till with blow, and curse, bid her begone
She wept as away from my anger she turned,
And pale as lilly dejectedly inomned.
Day after day stu harder grew,
And my visits at home were more distant and few
But away from those scenes, from the drunsards dark


sight,


Its heaven-born soul from earth took its fight,
And her form from the home Of her youth was con-


veyed,


And buried beneath her own cottage shade.
Near the flowers she had taught IN her happier hme
Oer the DOORS the porch, and the windows to climb;
Sleep on then Mary, in memory best,
And with thee hope in. death soon to rest;
Thy infant now slumbers in peace by thy side,
In the tomb Of its mother, the drunkard's bride.
O. Heaven! pardon to my broken spirit give,
Bereft of all comfort, / care not to live.
Forgive, Q forgive, the deeds have done,
Father receive lost wandering one'
There was pause and stiffness around me cast,
As with deep drawn sigh he breathed his last.
