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From the PhIlade pntd uotc A-eo6eA
LINES WRITTEN BY A LADY,
excuse for her zeal in the cause of temperance and
ssed TO a friend who told her she "was almost MOI
MAC on the subject of alcoholic drink.
Go. feel what have felt,


Go. bear what have borne
Sink meath the blow father dealt,


And the cold, proud worlds scorn-
Thus struggle on from year TO year,
Thy sole relief the scalding tear
Go, weep as have wept


Ger loved fathers fall,
See every cherished promise swept,


Youths sweetness turned to gall,
Hopes faded flowers strewed all the way
That led me up 10 woman's day.
Co. kneel as have knet,


Implore, beseech and pray
Strive the besotted heart to melt,


The downward course to stay
Be cast, with bitter course, aside
Thy prayers burIesqucd, thy tears dcfied
Go, stand where have stood


And see the strong man now
With gnashing teeth, lips bathed in blood


And cold and livid brow:
Go, catch his wandring glance and see
There, mirrored, his souPs misery.
Go, hear what have heard


The sobs of sad despair;
As memory feelings fount had stirred
And its reyealings there
Hath told him what he might have been.
Had he the drunkatds fate forcseen
Go to thy mothers side,


And her crushed spirit cheer
Thine own deep anguish hide,


Wipe from her cheek the teal
Mark her dimmed eye her furrowed brow
The gray that sreakS her dark hair now,
Her toil-worn frame her trembling limb,
And trace the ruin back to him
Whose plightcd faith in early youth
Promised eternal love and truth
But who, foresworn. hath yielded up
This promise in the deadly cup,
And led her down from love and light,
From all that made her pathway bright,
And chained her there mid want and strife,
That lowly thing-a Drunkards Wife.
And stamped of childhood's brow so mild,
That withering blight-a Drunkards Child
Go hear, and see and feel and know


All that my soul hath felt or known
Then look upon the wine cups glow
See if its brightness can atone
Think if its flavor you will try,
If all roclaimed-"'Tis drink and die p
Tell me | hate the bowl


Hate is feeble word
toathe. abhor-rny very sou!


With strong disgust is stirred,
Wheneer see, or hear, or tell
Of the dark bererage of Hell.