ORIGINAL POETRY.
PLEA FOR PROHIBITION. Oil, who can picture tile crushing 1 woes, Which the drunkard’s wretched home disclose ; How the wan-looking children start with dread, When they hear their father’s staggering tread, As lie homeward reels from the drunken revel, With brain bn fire, an incarnate devil. ’Neath the iron heel of a cruel lust, His manhood is trumpel’d in the dust; High aspirations, once fondly cherish’d, The demon of drink lias wreck’d and
perish’d, And now, to the winds fair fame is flung, Thousrh oft with remorse Jus heart is
wrung. And, oh, for the drooping, pale-cycd wife, What words can paint the woes of her life? On this fair earth, there is no relief For her carking care, her gnawing grief ; No, her patient heart is pierc’d and riven With keenest anguish to mortal given, To know that the lov’d one she’s powerless
to save, Is hurrying down to a hopeless grave. We pitied the fate of the negro slave, In bondage held beyond the wave; And at the Emancipator’s cry, Millions were given his freedom to But what shall we give for the bondag’d
soul . Held in the thralls of alcohol ? Ah ! the slave of drink is indeed a slave, For its fetters reach beyond the grave. Oh, for a voice of trumpet ring, To warn all of this terrible thing ; To rouse from their careless apathy, All who’ve a spark of philanthropy, A ceaseless, strenuous war to wage, With this curse of the land, this blight of the sge, This dangerous, deadly, insidious lure, That affects alike, the rich and the poor, And fills our Prisons, Asylums, and graves, With the crushed remains of its ruin’d
slaves. Yet thoughtless mortals will hurl their jokes At the valiant, manly, magnanimous Fox ; While struggling nobly, against the stream, Alcohol’s bondmen to redeem. To oblivion opposer’s names shall be flung, “ Unwept, unhonor’d, and unsung,” But Fox’s shall live, the ages down, In ever brightening renown ; As one, who bravely fought the fight, Upheld by a consciousness of right, And dark! to beard a servile band From a giant curse to free the land. It is not new in history's page, To see a man before his age; But the time is surely drawing near, To his great, and generous heart so dear.When men strong drink will no longer sell,Turning homes on earth into types of hell. Then, ye who feel for your fellow men, Up, up and fight, with tongue and pen; Heedless, alike of the weakling’s jeer Or cruel, crafty, pander’s sneer, The path of duty nobly run Nor cease till the righteous work is done. ANTI-ALCOHOL.
Strangers and country settlers coming to Carlyle, are very often at a loss to know which is the best and cheapest General Drapery and Clothing Establishment in the district. R. A. Adams’ Cardigan House, offers special advantages that can be met with nowhere else in the district. He keeps the largest and best assorted stock of every description of drapery goods, imported direct —and from the best colonial houses ; which, being bought on the most advantageous terms,.and having thorough knowledge of the business, enables him to offer goods of sterling quality at puces that cannot be improved on by any other house in New l. Every article is marked in plain figure", from which there is no deviation ; so that inexperienced people are as well served as the best judges, the terms being net cash, without rebate or abatement of any kind. Note the address —R. A. Adams ; Cardigan House, nearly opposite Town Hall, Carlyle.— advt.
Holloway's Ointment and Pills. —With the changing season it is prudent for all to rectify any ailment afflicting them ; but it is incumbent on the aged, suffering under ulcerations and similar anurcoswof debility, to have them removed, -m, if neglected, worse consequences will follow. This Ointment is their remedy ; on its powers all may confidently rely ; it not merely eradicates the sores, hut extirpates the mischief at its root, extracts the corroding poison, and stimulates nature to fill up the ulcer with those sound, healthy granulations, which will abide through life. Under' this treatment bad legs soon become sound, scorbutic skins cast off their scales, and scrofulous sores cease to annoy. Such hope for the diseased was unknown in former days.
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Patea Mail, Volume III, Issue 263, 17 October 1877, Page 2
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