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From ihe Fountaiu Sc Journal- A TEMPERANCE SONC. Am—SuSANNAIL I dreamed a dream the other idghti When all around was siill; I dreamed I saw a ruinmyite A going down the hill. A glass of gin was in his Imud, A tear was in his eye : And as he went with railr9^d snoed X heard him faintly cry— Oh Cold Water, His the drink for jne! When rum and gin are drank no more What a blessed lime ’twill be. I saw the house where once he lived, The homestead old and grey, The brandy-seller’s agent came And took the whole away. Most sadly mounied the wretched ma.n When house and lands w-ere sold ; But deeper feelings moved his heart, Than from the loss of gold. lie had a wife in years agone— The grave is now her bed : lie had a child bright as the morn— She’s sleeping with the dead *, Iii drunken mood, returning home, A blow the father gave : His angel child received the stroke And sank into the grave* Ho roamed the world a \yretcned rntui, To appetite a slave 5 And oft for those he had destroyed Did w'ildly, wildly rave- His only wish a d'^d^' glass; His only hope, despair; With broken heart he poured his ’plaint Upon the midnight air. Then clothod in most debasing rags I saw him pass awmy : XJnsj>oken sorrow in his soul I'orbade his longer stay. The pauper’s lot w'as his at last, The pauper’s grave his beil— Now western winds the willows wave Above his weary head. t'ulh' undfj'.staiid. You will go AvUh me I will, as you seem so earnest about the matter.” And so Parker wont to Marion Hall, which he found crowded. After somedil- tieulty in procuring a seat, he made out to g('t one very near to the platform, up on which w'as seated the president and secretary of one of the temperance asso ciations in the place, \^ ith two or three others, who wore to act as speakers. One of those latter was a man past the prime of life. His hair %’s-ns thin and gray, and his face lean and withered ; but his dark, restless eyes showed that rvithin was !ui active mind and quick fp,elings. This was Sturgess, the indi vidual before referred to. After the usual preliminaries, necessary on such occasions, he arose to address Ihe meeting. For some time, he stood with his eves moving through the' audience. All was husiied to profound silence ; and there was a breathless expectation through out Ihe room. The spc'aker’s usual style was impulsive. He was more given to declamation than argument ; generally c.an'ving his hearers with hi]n by the force of strong enthusiasm. Yly friends,” he at length said, in a low subdued, yet thiillingly distinct voice. His m inner, to tliose who had before listened to him, was so dilferent from what was exjiccted, that thev felt a double intm'est in the speaker, and bent forwai'd, eager to catch every word. “ Aly friends,” he repeated, “ a little ov'er half an hour ago, an incident occruTcd M'liieh, has so checked the current of mv room—a mother and her two children, Tiie mother is still young; but her thin,-sad, suf fering face, tells a story ofpovcT-ty, sickness, and that heart-sorrow which dries up the v'ery fountain of life. A few years previ ously, she had gone forth from her lather’s house, a happy bride, looking down the open vista of the future, and seeing nauglit but joy and sunshine. She clung to her hus band as confidingly as the vine clings to the oak; and she loved him with all the fervor and devotion of a pure, young heart. Alas! that a shadow so soon fell upon her path ; that love’s clinging tendrils were so soon torn I S.lsOiVAilB SCOTT &■ CO.’S LIST OF British Periodical Puhlications, away “She is still young. Look upon her as sh e moves with feeble steps aliout her room.' Ah! Wlicre is her husband—he who so solemny swore to love, cherish, and keep her in sickness and health ? The .door has opened! He enters—gaze upon him! No wonder an expression of pain and disgust is on your countenance ;for a miserable drunk ard is before you. No wonder the poor wife’s pale clieek grows paler, nor that the sadness of her face changes into a look of anguish. Hark! He has greeted her with an angry word. He staggers across the tens;', that 1 could not sec Rve paces ahead but, aided by the lightning, I obtained.shel- ter bene;ft!i a large tree. 1 had. Iieen there only a fovv moments, V\^hcn a human groan j Delivered in all the laincipal Cities in llie United carire upon mV ears, chiik'd the blood back States, free ol'm-stage, and Jortvarded by mail, under the E • -II 1 1 j proviiions oi the lute 1 Oit-Oilice Law, at merely nominal to my heart. Ihe next Hash enabled mo j-ates. to see, for an iusl,n>t, the prostrate form of a man, he lay close to my feet. I was, for the time, paralyzed. At length, as flash after flash rendeied the figure momently visible, and groan after groan awoke hu man feelings, I -'poke aloud. ]3ut the on ly an.'iwcr was that continued moan, as one in mortal agony. I di'cw nearer, and l)cnt over the prostrate body. Then, by the liglitning’s aid, 1 knew it but too well. It was alas! tb.at of the unliappy man 1 have mentioned—jiy own son ! “ I took him in my arms,” contimu’d the old mtvn, in a faltering voice, after anoth er pause, in which the audience bent for ward with manifestations of intense inter est, “ and with a strength given at the time, carried him home. I was, from tlic moment of recoguitiofi, unconscious of storm or darkness. Alas ! when I hud him upon his own bed, in his own room, and looked eagerlv down into his face, that face room, and, in doing so, throws over that lit- was rigid in death. If I am a cold water tie toddling thing on her way to meet him. The mother, with an exclamation, springs forward to save her cliild from harm. See! The drunken wretch has thrust her angi'ily aside with his strong arm ; and she has fal len—falien with her head across a chair! “ Tlie fall, my friends, proved fatal. A week after that unliappy day, I stood by the grave of one who had been to me the best thoughts and feelings, that I find myself | and most loving of children !” 'iffrapM-aiuT Itunj. From the Sons of Temperance Offering for 1853. Tlie Col<l Wator Faauitiie. BY" T. S. AIITIIUII. “Come, Parker,” said a young man named Franklin, " there’s to be a temperance meet ing over at Marion Hall Don’t you want to hear the speaking ?” “No, I believe not,” was answered indif ferently. “ I have little fancy for such things.” “Sturgess is in town, and, I am told, will make an address.” “ I heard him once, and that vyas enough for me,” replied Paiiker. “ lie’s a cqld wa. ter fanatic.” This was said in a group of half a dozen men, most of whom were strangers to Par ker. Some of these looked at eaoli other with knowing glances. Hero a separation took place and the different parties moved away. I think v’ou had better go with me,’’ said Parker’s friend, who still kept in his com pany. “ If Sturges.s is a little enthusiastic in the cause, he is yet a very interesting speaker. Perhaps he may .s.ay SQipetliing that will set even you to thinking.” “ I’m not a drunkard,” returned Parker. “No ; still, you are not beyond the reach of danger. No m;in is, who daily gratifies a desire fur a glags of brandy.” “■ Don’t 5'ou think I could do vrithoiit it?” “Certainly; you could do without it now.” " Why do you say now so emphatic.il v ?” “ Now, means at the present lima." “ Well!” “I cannot speak for the future. Yoti are not ignorant of tlie, powei' of iiahit.” “ Upon my word I you are compliment ary. Then you really think me in danger of becoming a drunkard.” “FiVery- yopng man, who takes daily a glass of braiidyv is in that dangei'.” “ Y'ou really think so ?” “ Most assuredly ! How are drunkards made ? YTu know the process as well as I do. Every mighty i-iver has it.s. begin- uiiig in a scarce,ly noticed. stream. Ask the most besotted inebriate for the history of his fall, and you will find a part of that history running parallel with your own at the present time.” “ You are serious, as I live,” said Par ker, forcing a smile.’’ •‘It is hardly a matter of je.st. But, come ! Go with me to hear this cold wa ter fknatic, as you cal! him. Y"ou have no other engagement for the evening. Now, that your thoughts have been turned up on the subject of a daily glass of brandy, it may be as well for yoii to hear some thing further as to consequences of such a habit. A wise man forseeth the evil and hideth himself.” “ But the fool—why don’t you fiiiteli the quotation, Franklin ?” That is needless, Its application you ill a st.otc more fittedfor the seclusion of my chamber, than for public speaking. It is a weakness I know ; but even the best of us arc not all times able to rise aboi'O our weaknesses. I was conversing with a friend ill the midst of a group of men, some of whom were luikiiowii to me, when one. of the latter jiroposed to an acquaintance, whom he called by name, an attendance upon this meeting. ‘ I have no fancy for such thing's,’ was answered. ‘ Sturgess is to speak,’ was advnnccd as an argument. ‘ He’s a cold water ftuia’ic,’ said tlie young men, with :i sneer.j,. There was the most perfect stillness throughout the room. All eyes was fixed upon Sturgess, whose low, subdued tone of voice, so unusual for him, made a mark ed impression on the audience. lie stood for some moments again silent, his eye searching everywhere. “ If,” he resumed in the .same low, half- sad, impressive voice, “that young man wore here to-night, I would feel it a duty, as well as a privilege, to tell him why I have become what he calls a cold water fanatic, why I let forth my whole soul in this cause, why I am at times over enthu siastic, and why I am, probably, a little in temperate in my crusade against the mon ster vice that has desolated our homes and robbed us of the sweet promise God once gave us ill our childhood.” The speaker’s voice trembled—but now it wa.s lost in a sob. In a moment he recov ered himself and went on, still in the same low, searching tones: “ In the sweet promise of our children. Where are they ? I look all around this large audience. There sits an old friend ; and there, and there. Like mine, their heads are blossoming for eternity. Long years ago, we started side by side on the journey of life. We iiad our wives and our little ones around us then. Where are they npw ?” Another long pause and deep silence fol lowed. 'Phe dropping of a pin could have been lieard in that crowded assembly. “ 'When my thoughts go w’andering back to that olden time,” resumed the speaker, “ and I see, in imagination, the bright fire, now extinguished, and hear, in imagination, the glad voices of children, now hushed for ever , and when I think of what caused this .sad change, I do not wonder that I have been all on fire, as it were ; that I have ap peared to some a mere cold water fanatic. “ I wish that young man were liere. to night ; and, perhaps, he is here. I will, at any rate, take his presence for grapted, and make hriefiy my address to him.” “ Y’ou have called me, my young friend, a cold water fanatic. If you had said, enthu siastic, 1 would have liked the term better. But, no matter, a fanatic let it be. And what has made me so ? I will draw for you a picture. “ There is a small, .neagerly furni5,hod room in the third story of an old building. The time is winter ; and on the hearth b.urns a few'pieces of pine wood, that aflbrd but little w:arnith. Three persons m-e i.n. that But he re- The speaker’s voice faltei'ed. covered liimself, and w'ein on : “ A few years before, I gave my child, dear to me as the apple of an eye, into the keeping of one I lielieved to be kind, noble hearted and faithful, lie was so then—yes, I will still say this. But the demon of in temperance threw upon him her baleful glances, and he became changed. And such a change! The scene I hax e pictur ed took place in a far city, whither my child had been taken. Alas! the poor child did not die A mv own arms. I was summoned too laie. the sad pleasuicur gj/.n.jj, upon tier w'iisted cheeks, white as marble, and icy cold, remained to rao.” The old man could no longer suppress his emotions. Tears gushed over his face, and he wept aloud. Few dry eyes were in that assemblage. “Is it any wonder,”resumed Sturgess, af ter he had again recovered the mastery of his feelings, “ that I am a cold w'uter fanat ic ? Me-thinks, if the young man to whom I have refer)-ed, had passed tlirough a sor row like this, he, too, would have been an enthusiast—a fanatic, if he w'ill, in the cause of temperance. He, too, would have pro claimed from the streets and the'house-tops, in highways and by-ways, his mission of re form and regencr.atioti. But let me say to him, and all like liirn, tliat prevention is bet ter than cure, that it is easier to keep sober tlian to get sober, easier to give up the daily glass at tw'enty-two or twenty-five, than at thirty or forty. Tiiese drinking habits gain strength more rapidly than others, from the fact that they vitiate the whole system, and produce a diseased vital action. “A cold water fanatic! perhaps I am. But have I not had cause ? Ton years ago, a youth of ihe brightest promise stepped con- fidentl}’ upwards, and set his foot on the firm earth of manhood. He had education, tal ents, industry, and good principles. But he lacked one element of safety—he had not a deeply fixed antagonism towards all forms of intemperati|Ce; indeed, like the young man to whom 1 have before referred, lie rather regarded the advocates of temperance as fiinatics. And he w'as not so much to blame on this account, for his ow'ii father, in whom he confided, kept liquors in his side board, used them himself, and set them out in mis taken hospitality before liis friends. Well, this young man went on well for a time ; but, sad to relate, a change was apparent in a few' years. Ilis frequent visits to taverns brought him into contact W'ith dangerous companions. Drinking was followed 1)3' ils usual consequence, idleness : and the two united in speedil3’ woi king his ruin. “ My friends”—the speaker was again visibly excited-^-" one iiigtht, tw'o years ago, 1 wa.s rotarning home I’rom a visit to a neighbor. It was dark, for heavy clouds obscured the skt', and there were all the indications of a rajjidh' approaching storm. Presently lightning began to gleam out, and tlmnder to roll in the di.stauce. I was, perliaps, a quarter of a mile from home, xvhen the raiu came down in a fierce gust of wind. The, darkness was now so in fanatic, friends, licre is m\ apology. Is it not all-sufFicient ?” And he. sat down amid low murmurs of feeling. For a time the silence of expectation I'eigned throughout the room. Then one of the audience stood up in his seat, and ever}' gaze was turned towards him. It W'as the \’Oung man, Parker. Fixing his eyes upon the .still disturbed countenance of the speaker, ho said slow'l}' aiid distinct ly- “ Y’’es, the apology is more than suffi cient. I take back the worils unwisely spoken. YVith such an experience, a man ma}' well be pardoned for enthusiasm.— fl'hanks! my venerable friend, not ojilyfor your rebuke, but for your reminiscence. I never saw my tlanger asl see it now ; but, like a wise man, forseeing hide myself, rather than - fool, and be punished. T in v'our cold water arny, brave soklier,” Parker sat down, when went up tliat startled the fa echoes. Sturgess, yielded to his feelings, sprung fi'om ■ gi'asping tlie X'oung man’s hand, said m . voiep not yet restored to calmness— “ My son—born of love for this high and holy cause ; 1 bless you ! Stand firm! Be a liiithful soklier! Our encmie.s are named legion them.” Here drop tve the curtain of o'qr narra tive. Parker, when the hour of cool reflec tion came, saw no reason to repent of what he had done. He is now a faithful-soldier in the cold water army. If we knew all that some advocates of temperance have suflei-ed, we might well pardon an enthusiasm that, at times, seems to verge on fanaticism. They have felt the cause—they- have endured tlie pain—t’ley know the monster vice in every phase of its hideous deformity. No, we need not won der at their enthusiasm ; the w'onder .should rather be, that it is not greater. 3. The London Quarterly Remeav (CoiiRorvative.) 2. The EDiNBunau Review (Whig;.) 3. The North British Rfc'.viRW (Free Chiircii.) 4. The Westminster Review (Liberal) 5. Blackwood’s Edinrurgii Magazine (’rory.) AUhongh these works are distinguished the political shades above indicated, yet but a small portion of their contents is devoted to political subjects. . It is their ti/cr> ary character which gives them their chief value, and in that they stand confessedj.y f;ir .above all other journals of their class. Blackwaod, still-under the fatherly care of Christopher North, inaiiilains its ancient celebrity, and is, at this time, unsually attractive, from tht seriaJ works of Bulwer and oilier literary notables, written -for itiiut mag azine, and first appearing in Us ^iolumjis both in Great Britain and in the United Slates. Such works as “The Caxtons” and “ My New Noive'l.,” (both by Bulwer,) “ The Green Hand,” “ IvaLie Stewart,” -and other serials, of v/iiich luuiierons rival editions rOie issued by lii6 leading publishers in this country., ha-ve t-o he reprinted by those publishers from the pages of Blackwood, after it has been issued by Messrs. Scott & Co., so that Subscribers to the Reprint of that Magazine may always rely on having the earliest reu.din2 of .these fascinating tales. TERMiS. Per ann. 00 5 00 7 00 8 00 3 00 - 9 00 - 10 00 Payments to be made in all cases in advance. Money current in the Smie where is.<ned will be received at par. For any one of the four Revie>ws » For any two of tiie four Reviews For any three of the four Reviews For all four of the Reviews For Blackwood’s Magaziuo For Blackwood Sc three Reviews - For Blackwood &: the four Reviews A discount of twenty*fiv8 cent, from the above prices will be allowed to Clubs ordering four or more cop ies of any one or more of the above works. Thus: Four copies of Blackwood, or of one Review, will be sent to one address for §^9 ; four copies of tlio four Reviews and Blackwood for $30 ; and so on. The following table will show the great reduction whicl^ has been made on these J^eriodicals since 1844, and the very trifling rates new charged. Per annnrrt. Prior to 1845, the postage on Blackwood was - $2 40 “ “ “ on a single Review - i 12 From 1S45 to 1851, on Blackwood - -100 “ “ on a Review - • In 1851-52 (average rate) on Blackv"'' ’ • “ “ “ on a Rev The present postage on Blackw H “ on a Re' (Tlie rates are now ' the United Stat' At these ra' receiving i.hr of .L list, is thx. lished. It 1 art ever prediK-^. refer to the letters of itu George Washington Park Cu but we shull vet prevail against ful representation of the celebr, ’ Justice Tfinnei/ofthe S'upiemeCv Tiiii Mother.—Heaven has imprinted on the mother's face something which claims kindred with the skies. 'The waking, watcii- ful eye which keeps its tireless vigils over the slumbering cliild—the tender look and angelic smile, are objects which neither the pencil or the chisel can reach, and which poetry fails in attempting to portray—upon the eulogies of the most eloquent tongue, we should find tekel ^Y^ttcn. It is in the svm])athies of the heart alone wdiere lives Y.dio says, “ As a work of art its e:-xene*jov. .... must strike every one whosees it; and it is no less happy in its likeness to the Father of liis country. It was my good fortune to have seen him in tlie days of my boyhood and his whole ap'pearance is yet strongly impressed on my memory. 'I'he portruii you have issued appears tome to be an exact likeness, representing perfectly the expression as well as the form and features of the face.” And .says Senator Cass it is a life-like rrpresentation of ihe gUti-a-S oria-iiial. 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