those who triumphantly fight their way
through great tribulatkuLand sit down in
the kingdom of heaven Wrings and priests
unto God. Witness &r Advocate.
TATTLING,—It w very common for per
sons to teh every thing they hear, whe
ther they have any grounds for the belief
of whafc they Hear or Sbt. To the inju
of an individual, something may be spr‘
abroad, when there is not die least
dow of truth in the story. It is
this species of tattling which we shoujd
particularly guard ourselve% The 'flfite
man knew how prone the wopd was to
this sin when he said, “ He that keepeth
his mouth saveth his life.” Truly that
man who is careful vshat he Mgs-—espe
ciallygvhen he knows it is in his po
lo injure the character of a^jKrson,
f power
« —-„ I . or
thwart any of his purposeS-^cts up to the
proverb, and gains the esteem and friend
ship of his fellows. Although by not be
ing sufficiently on your guard, you may
excite a degree of interest at the expense
of the character of a neighbor, depend tij*
on it, it is only fbr a moment. You but
heap coals of fire on your own head. Be
ware how you use ypur tongue^ it is a
good rule which somebody has given us,
to think twice before w! speak once. Act
up to this, and none will complain of ydu
in this respect—and you will gain the"
confidence of mankind, which is more to
be desired, than all the secrets of a com
munity. Portland Tribune.
LICENSE OB NO LICENSE.
THE MYSTERIOUS WOMAN*
Governor Briggs, of Mass., in a speech
at Albany, related the following thrilling
incident.
At a certain town meeting in
Pennsylvania, the question came Up whe
ther arty person should be licensed to sell
rum. The clergyman, the deacon, and
physician, strange as it may now appear,,,
all favored it. One man only spoke
against it, because of the mischief it did.
The question was aboutbe put, when
all at nrtrfl there arose from one corner of
the |$K>m, a fnieerable female. She' was
thinly clad, and her appearance indicated
the utmost wretchedness, and that her
mortal career was a|piost closed, g After a
^Moment ofjilence, and all eyes being fix
opon her, she stitched her attenuated
ft
body to its utmost height, and then her
long arms to their greatest length, and rais
ing her voice to a shrill pitch, she called
to all to look on her.
“ Yes!” she said, “ look upon me. and
hen hear me. All lhat the last speaker
' said relative to temperate drinking, as
►eing the father of drunkenness, is true.
U1 practice,
ll
i -
declares its
ng of alcoholic poison, as
a*bevo^ge in health, is excess. Look up
on me. You all know nil, or once did.
You all know I was once the mistress of
the best farm in town. You all know,
too, I had one of the" bSsb—-most devoted
of husbands. You all know 1 had fine,
noble-hearted, industrious boys. \Yherx
are they Nowf uoapr, wnere are utry
note? You all know. You aH know
lliey lie in a row, side by side, in yonder
church yard; all—every one of them fill
ing a drunkard’s grave !J ! They were
all taught to)believe that temperate drink*
ing was safe—excess alone ought to be
avQ»ded;^and they never acknowledged
excess. They quoted you, and you, and
you?' pointing with her shred of a finger,
to the Priest, Deacon, and Doctor, “ as
authority. They^hought they were safe
under such teachers. But I sow the gra
dual chinge coming over my family and
prospects, with dismay and horror; I felt
we were all to be overwhelmed in one
common ruin—I tried to ward off the blow
—I tried tohitk die spell, the delusive
spell—in wfiph the idea of the benefits of
temperate-drinking had involved my hus
band and sons. I begged, I prayed; but
the odds were against me. The Minister
said? the poisbn that was destroying my
husbarftl and boys was a good creature of
God; the Deacon (who site under the
pulpit there, and" took our farm to pay
his rum Rills,) sold them the poison; the
Doctor said that a little was good, and ex*
cess dught to be avoided. My poor hus
band, and my pQorboys fell into the snare,
and they could not escape; and one after
another, was conveyed to the sorrowful
jrrave of the drunkard. Now look at me
again. You probably see me for the last
time—my sand has almost run—I have
dragged my exhaustccfnlhtme my
present home—youfpoor house—to warn
you all—to warn you, Deacon! to warn
you, false tedcheroj God's word!** And
with her arras high flung, and her tall form