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An old man lately made the following speech
At a Temperance jubilee in New Market, New
Hampshire:


81 have come twelve miles to attend this
meeting, YET do not value my time. feel re-
Warded by what see around me. NY friends,
have seen more of the world than most Of YOU
have trod the streets Of proud London and the
winds Of distant India have famed these fur
rowed cheeks Of mine My keel has been on
every sea, and my name on every toaguc Hea-
ven blessed me with one OF the best OF wives;
and my chlldren--oh! why should speak Of
them? MY home was once a paradise. But
bowed Ikea brute 10 that killing cup; my eldest
son tore himself from his degrated father and
has never returned. My young hearts idol
my beloved and suffering wife has gone, bro
kenhearted, to the grave And my lovely daugh-
ter, whose image | seem to see in the beauty
around me once my ptide and my hope, pined
away ~ sorrow and mourning, because her fa-
thcr was drunkard, and now sleeps by her mo
theirs side. But still live to tell The history Of
my shame and the ruin Of my family. | still


live, and stand here before YOU to offer IN my
hearts ferycnt gratitude 10 ny Heavenly Father
that have bceA aa,ched from the brink Of the
drunkards grave. And while / live | shall
struggle 10 restore my wandering brethren again
to the bosom Of society. This form Of mine is
bending and wasting under the weight Of years.
But, my young friends, you are lust blooming
into life; the places Of your fathers and mothers
will soon be vacant. See that you come up 10
fill them with pure hearts and anoned lips
Bind the blessed pledge firmly 10 your hearts,
and be it the Shibboleih Of lfes warfare y