MISCELLANEOUS.

MARGARET GREEN,
OR. THE DRUNKARD'S DAUGHTER.
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~ loIlS tlIHC otlCC VIC PdtlCu. we were
then sophomores at the Getesburg Institu-
ton. hope, however, with your permis-
sion, that we may once more resume the
friendly standing which then existed be-
tween us. What say you, James 70


/" Harry, Ineed not tell you, that esteem
you-yes, esteem you both for you mental
and philosophical endowments. They are
rare, and command my friendship-but-''


"But, what, my friend.!"
why, to be plain with you, the tenor
of your last letter goes far to convince me
that there is no change wrought in your
principles. Even those very faults, which
have so often taken occasion to point out
to you as pernicious and dangerous to your
fellow beings, as well as to yourself ;-to
these, Harry, you seem the more tenacious
ly to cling revere the man--but, permit
me to say, despise The sentiments -


"Tush " James You do not wish me
to become all at once an ill-tempered and
morose anchorite; full Of wise sayings, and
old saws-replete with morality and chris
tian reflections No, nomy element is
the world, and out ofit, | would be like
the poor minnows dragged to the rays Of
the noon-day sun. But, truce to this ban
dying of moral ethics at the present time.
Tonight expect to meet you at our joint
friends Caftell's, who gives party in honor
Of his natal day. You'll certainly altendP'


"IwiH! provided my sweet partner does
not say me nay"


eAh! ah! And pray, my young Apollo,
who is this Venus de Medicis, who holds
SO great an influence on yonr stubborn
heart. venture TO assert, that it is some
fair being, worthy the caresses OF con-
queror ~


ITO that, yes! She is worthy of the
| highest elevation to which woman can as
pire. Yet by many, she is scorned and
mocked for the crimes of another. 1t is no
less parsonage than Margaret Green"


!" What, old Green, the Drunkard's
daughter? Ha, ha, ha! Well that's good
one. Why, my dear fellow, do you, for a
moment suppose that Cartel will permit
you to introduce such a being into 'genteei
society p"


{" II she is not admitted, let me assure
you, he admits not James Gordon !"replied
the youth, as the crimson of honest indigna
ton suffused his manly cheek, "and as for
the sgenleel society of which you speak,
permit me to ask, of what ingredients is it
composed Is it of virtue, honor, and hu-
manity? No, but their direct antipodes
Who is Cartel? and who are they who ho-
yer round his wealth as the dull and slothful
moth round the midnight lamp Compare
them with Margaret Green In the scale OF
virtue, integrity, and goodness of heart, and
blush at the comparison. Is il not the
wealth of Cartel, and his satellites that
constitutes true genulity-but il is the
heart and the acts OF virtue prompted there
by"


. But she is Drunkard's daughterp'


''And what hideous crime is that lfher
parent has fallen under the baneful influence
Of alcohol, how can the blame attach itself
to his child' And now, Harry, permit me
to ask you a few questions. Whether Is
the poor victim of rum, (who is more an
object Of pity than contempt,) or he, who
under false pretences and gliteIing allure
mens drags that victim to a sacrifice of both
soul and property, the most to be despised
on earth, and culpable in the sight of hea-
ven' Margaret Green is a drunkard's s
daughter you rich mans son; the son OF
The Landlord of the Alhambra, who has,
for many years derived from the City Coun-
Gil license to -------- ! will not say what;
and it is the property of Jonas Green, which
has swelled the Golfers of your household.
The ruin was held before him-the allure
ments of vice were clad in friendships garb,
and now that his wealth is gone--his body
prostrated--his god like attributes cast aside
land the ghost of his murdered soul knocks
with heavy hand at the door of remaining
humanity--he is despised and spit upon, and
his daughter denied the rights, which her
superiority Of intellect, and goodness of
heart would lead her under other circum-
stances, tolook upon with contempt. Who
is to blame' Let your own conscience draw
the inference, and sincerely hope you may
treasure it up in your heart, and appreciate
it accordingly. Good morning Harry-and
remember this--that James Gordon would
rather die in poverty, coupled with virtue ;
than live life of luxury, and affluence,
where the price ofits acquisitions is the muir
der of body and soul!-yes, under the IL
cence of City Fathers, who must stand ac-
countable for the crime at the great day OF
reckoning"


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