THE INTEMPERATE E,
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spray Mr.. Dram -drnker how do you do?
What in the world is the matter with you?
How did you come with that bruse on the head?
Why are your eyes SO terribly red?
Why do you mutter that infdel hymn?
Why do you tremble in every limb?
Who has done this? Let the reason be shown,
And let the offender be pelted with stone!'
And the dram-drinker said, If you listen to me,
You shall hear what you hear and shall see what you


see.


81 had father; the grave is his bed.
l had mother; she sleeps with the dead.
Freely wept when they left me alone
But shed oil my tears their grave and their stone
Iplanted willow-I planted yew-
And left them to sleep till the last trumpet blew.
g Fortune was mine, and mounted her car;
Pleasure from virtue beckoned me far
Onward went rs an avalanche down,
And the sunshine Of fortune was changed to frown
Fortune was gone-and took to my side,
A young, and lovely, and beautiful bride;
HerI treated with coldness and scon,
Tarrying back till the break Of the morn;
Sighting her kindness, and mocking her tears
Casting blight on her tenderest years
Sad, and neglected, and weary, left her
Sorrow and care Of her reason bereft her Z
Till, like star, when it falls from its pride,
She sunk into the bosom of misery and died.
81 had child, and it grew like vine;
Fair as the rose of Damascus mine;
Fair--and watched Ger her innocent youth,
As an angel from Heaven would watch over truth.
She grew like her mother-in features and form
Her blue eye was languid-her cheek, too, was warm
Seventeen summers had shown on her brow,
The seventeenth winter beheld her laid low!
Yonder they sleep in the grave, side by side
A father--a mother--a daughter--a bride!
"When they had left me, stood here alone,
None of my race or my kindred was known;
Friends all forsaking and hope all departed
Sad, and despondng, and desoate hearted;
Feeling no kindness for aught that was human,
Hated by man, and detested by woman
Bankrupt in fortune, and ruined in name,
Onward kept in the pathway Of shame:
And, till this hour, since my daughter went down,
NV brow has but known continual frown.
!" Go to your children, and tell them the tale;
Tell them his cheek, too, lvidly pale;
Tell them his eyes are all bloodshot and cold
Tell them his purse was stranger to gold;
Tell them he passed through the world they are in,
The victim of sorrow, and misery, and sin;
Tell them, when life's shameful conflicts are past
In sorrow and anguish he perished at last


