From The London National temperance Chronicle.


THE DRUNKARD.
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The DRUNhAkD-
The following. in imitation of the well known
Song of the SHIRT, has been recently published by
, friend Of our cause, and has met with extensive
circulation.


With nerves all shattered and shook,


With eyelids heavy and sunk,
A man, with a very unmanly look,


Sat tippling till he was drunk
Sip-sip-sip,


Mid singing, and swearing, and roar,
TIL his hand refused to visit his lip,


And his head inclined to the floor.
Drink-drimk--drink


While the ccck is growing aloof.
And drink--drink-drink.


Till the stars shine DER the roof,
Its oh, to be a hog


Along with senseless swine.
Where pleasure has neither scourgc nor clog,
If guilt, o man, he thine.
Drink-drink-drink,


Till the brain begins to swim.
ipk-drink-9rink,


Till the eyes are heavy and dim
Rum. and brandy, and gin,


Gin. and brandy, and rum,
Till over the bottle he falls asleep.
And dreams himself at home.
o. men, with children dear


O. men, with mothers and wives,
Ii is not liquor You waste, alone,


But precious and useful lives,
Your children cry, and your partners gricve,
But fail, alas. to save you;
While death and the devil laugh in their sleeve,
Knowing they soon shall have you.
But why do We work for death,


That phantom Of gristly tonel
And run to pcrdtion, till out of breath,


Lest Satan should lose his ownl
But Satan won't lose his own,


Because OF the feasts you keep;
Alas. that sense should be rare,


And souls be held so cheap.
Drink-drink-drink,


'Iis thirst You never can slake-
And what its frriitsl pillow of tho-ns,
A head disposed to achel
That shattered frame-this trembling hand
A mind confused and hazy-
Your character gone, and It's well il, anon,
You be not confined us crazy.
Drink-drnk-drink,
From airy chime TO chime
Drnk-drink-drin
1t serves to murder time,
Rum, and brandy, and gin
Gin and brandy, and rum;
But which is the greater-the folly or sin
Should day of reckoning comet
Drink,-drink, drink,
On long December night
And drink k,-drink, drink,


When seasons are warm and bright
Vile and inveterate habits do bring
Afetter proud reason resiriins;-
The swallow, free and elastic wing,
Twits the poor drunkard in chains
Oh. could YOU walk erect,
Who stagger from side to side,-
Regain your sclf-respect,
And cherish a manly pride;-
These base born pleasures suppress,
And nobler joys admit,
Feel as you felt you drank to excess
The wine that steals your wit,
Oh, could you, but for a while,
Pause in your mad career,
Consider your way and view yourself
As you to others appear
But conscience will scatter no flowers
In path to so fearful brink,
Reflection, of course, would bring you renorse,
And hence, you dare not think,
With nerves all shattered and shook,
With eyelids heavy and sunk,
A man, with a very unmanly look,


Sat tipping, till he drunk,
Sip.-sip,-sip,


As though he would never give DER,
Til his hand refused to visit his Ipc
o, that he would from his bondage slip,
And 90 and sin no more.