From the United States Gazette.

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To a particular friend in Philadelphia, VII
still INDUCES Ia the dark and damninl
dream ofIhe bowl Oil that | had tn
harp ola Homer or The tongue of Tully
that | might persuade him 10 relinquisi
/ tina. greatest curse that ever darkened anC
7 degraded the destiny Of man | write thi
because 1t viii meet his eye, and let me as
sure him from experience, that il require:
but one desperate and determined etfor
TO break the chains Of habit, and slay the
Nemaan Lion Of iniemperance.
Friend OF my youth, OH dash to earth


The damning howl. and be man,
Ii IS the grave Of human worth


Within It's wave thy ruin scan.
Touch not the wine cup or the bowl,


Serpents within their darkness dwell,
That soon will sting thee to the soul,


And make thy happy heart a hell.
Think Of thy wife who weeps alone,


Think of Thy children's happiness;
Think OF their woes, thou must atone,-


Can they a drunken father bless?
Wilt thou give up thy blessings all


Fame fortune, friends, and all we prize,
For draughls that soon must bid thee fall,


And die the death the drunkard dies?
Canst thou give up thy vile to tears2


Canst thoJ neglect tby chidren's home2
Blast al the hopes Of future years,


And be wretch for WHAT for Rum!
Remember. at the altar, thou


Didst promise never TO neglect
The fond confiding one.-Thy VOW


Was long to love and TO protect.
Oh! God, It's cruel 10 resign


All, all thor lov'st for maddening drink;
Forsake it then, and bliss is thine,


Forsake, and fly from ruins brink.
Think not that would triumph now,


Or yet insult thy dangerous soul,
Oh! no, I've drank as deep as thou,


The dark damnation of the bowl.
Where are our friends Of earlier years2
The generous gifted and the brave;
Alasl full many have, in tears.


Drank deep. and fill a drunkard's grave
Oh! then refrain, nor to thy boy


a dark example set apart;
r ign the bowl, and fill with Joy


Thy aged Sire's and mothers heart.
Full many moon hath wax'd to wane,
Since have known the demons SPELL
And LIE shall end ere l again


Shall feel again that mental hell.


MILFORD BARD.