THE RUMSELLER'S DREAM.
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| eWell, wife, this is too horible canno
continue this business any longer


sWhy, dear, what's the matter now!
| sOh, such dream! such rafting of deaG
mems bones! such an army of starving NOR
tails SO many murderers such cries, and
shrieks, and yells! such horrid gnashing o.
teeth and such a blazing fire! and such
devils! o, cannot endure It my hair stands
on end, and am so filled with horror can
hardly speak! Oh, if ever sell rum again!


My dear, you are frightened


Yes, indeed, am I; another such night
will never pass for worlds


MY dear, perhaps -


'Oh, don't talk 10 me. | am determined to
have nothing more to do with rum, any how /;
don't you think Tom Wilson came to me with
his throat cut from ear to ear, and such hor-
rible cash and it was so hard for him to speak,
and so much blood and, said he, See here,
Joe, the result of your rumselling' My blood
chilled at the sight-and then the house SEEM
ed to be turned bottom up; tke earth opened,
and little imp took me by the hand, saying,
follow me- As went, grim devils held out
to me cups of liquid fire, saying, drink this
dared not refuse; every draught set me In
rage; serpents Kissed on each side, and from
above reached down their heads and whisper
ed, Rumsellern On and on the imp led me
through narrow pass. All at once he paused,
and said, Are you dry?' Yes, ! replied; then
he struck trap door with his foot, and down,
down, we went, and legions of fiery serpents
rushed after US, whispering, 'Rumseller, rum
seller At length we stopped again, and the
imp asked me as before Are you dry! Yes,
| replied. He then touched spring-a door
flew open-what sight! There were thou
sands, aye millions, Of old, worn out rum
drinkers, crying most piteously, rum, rum, give
me some rum! When they saw me they
stoppeda moment to see who | was; then the
imp cried out, SO as to make all shake again,
'Rumseller!' and hurting me in, shut the door,
For moment they fixed their ferocious eyes
upon me, and then uttered, in united yell,
Damn him.! which filled me with such hor-
ror awoke. There wife, dream or no dream,
I will never sell another drop of the internal
stuff. l will no longer be accessory to the
miseries that come upon men in consequence
of the traffic in intoxicating drinks. will not.
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