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be a man, and when I am old and feeble you will be from them. My mother had much tenderness of heart, my friend and protector, will you not ? My heart was but no enthusiasm of any kind about her character. My quite softened by her gentle appeal, and I could only Aunt openly professed her dislike to every feeling of this answer by my loud sobbing. I never can forget the last sort, but in spite of her assertions, and though she decried look wbich I took of my Father's countenance. It was all works of imagination and read the dullest and gravest awful but not unpleasing. The smile, though rigid, was books, her repressed feelings constantly escaped, and still a smile about the bloodless lips, and I could have spread over her every day words and actions. believed that I saw my Father sleeping calmly before Novels and romances were never to be found in my me, had not the cut shroud and the coffin declared too Aunt's house, she hated the very name of them. But plainly that his sleep was that of death.

I look back with no little sorrow of heart to the time I Soon after my Father's funeral we received a very wasted in novel-reading. hearty invitation to pay a long visit to my Father's only I was about eleven years old when I first read a novel. Sister, and my Mother gladly accepted it. I always One of my school-fellows allowed me to look over him liked the pleasant old house at Tilford, but it seemed as he read, he was some years older than myself, but I more dear to me than ever during that visit.

was his favourite companion. He had nearly finished the My Aunt had a sincere affection for my dear Mother, book when I began to read with him, but he told me the and before the visit was over, it was settled between them beginning of the story. He was taken ill shortly afterthat we should give up our house at Petersfield, and wards, and I remember stealing up into his room one reside with my Aunt. I never saw so many smiles half holiday with some books he had sent me for, and upon my Mother's face after the death of my Father, reading aloud to him through two volumes at one sitting. as on the day when we returned from Petersfield to The book I have since looked at from mere curiosity, our new home. We met my Aunt and my Cousin was a mere tissue of inflated sentiments written in the Mary walking upon the road of green smooth turf which vilest style. Its interest was then so absorbing that crosses the heath toward Tilford. Mary danced and I do not think my companion and I exchanged a word clapped her hands with joy when she saw us, and we left

till I had finished reading. That night I could think of the chaise to walk home with her and my Aunt.

nothing but the novel, nay even in my prayers my I shall pass over the history of my boyhood, though thoughts wandered away to the senseless tale and I forgot it was not altogether without events which might possess that I had knelt down to worship the Lord The thirst some interest to others. I do not wish to detain my of my mind for this sickly excitement increased. I soon reader on that part of my story. I went to school when I began to spend all my pocket money in paying for books was about seven years old at Farnham, and came home from the circulating library. I read them whenever I every Saturday afternoon till Monday morning. Those could find an opportunity. Sometimes I carried them Saturday afternoons were happy times. My Aunt's home and stole up into my own room or into the hay-loft servant, Thomas Frost, used to bring a grey poney, my to read them. One night my Mother and Aunt came poney, for me about two o'clock, and to walk by my into my chamber when I was in bed, they had been side on our way back. With what a glow of delight did passing the evening at Elsted, and had not returned I always gaze around me, when I had quitted the long home till after my bedtime. They bent down to kiss me narrow lanes nearest to Farnham, and passed the bridge and as my dear Mother smoothed the pillow on which over the Bourne stream and climbed the long hill of deep my sleeping head was laid, she discovered the greasy yellow sand, when I reached the top of the red hill and cover of a romance beneath it. I woke up just in time the grand open landscape burst upon me; the swelling to see the sharp eyes of my Aunt fixed upon the open hills of rich purple heath; the dark woods of Waverley, | book, and to hear her say, nonsense! trash! enough to with the fir clothed summit of Crooksbury rising above ruin the boy ! The book was quietly sent back by the them, and the patches of bright cultivation upon the long graye Thomas Frost the next morning, and I was called extended horizon opposite me. Oh, with what a light upon to promise that I would get no more books from heart have I cantered over the turf, or stopped to ask a

| the circulating library. I did promise, but that promise thousand questions of my grave careful attendant. Then has often been broken. as I grew old enough to take care of myself, in what My school-fellow who had allowed me to look over delicious day dreams have I sauntered along by the low him when he was reading the entertaining novel I stone wall spread over with turf which divides the woods mentioned, was a high-spirited fellow, not at all toof Waverley from the heath. If the day was hot every mantic in his ideas. His chief passion was for horses breath of wind blew freshly there. I cannot remember and field sports. His conversation generally turned on on what subjects I was then wont to meditate; indeed I such subjects, and I gradually began to acquire the can scarcely call such unconscious musing, meditation. I same tastes. only know that I was held in sweet communion with all I often sinile to myself when I recollect the imthat was beautiful in nature, and received into my heart portance which he and I (taking my tone from him) her pure and silent influences ; which, though undefined gave to his favourite topics. He seldom smiled exeept to me, have been ever since held as treasures by memory. at the height of his enthusiasm when speaking of Time itself has left them undisturbed or touched them, horses. If we saw any thing in the shape of a horse as it does some fine old paintings, saddening their hues in our walks, he would stand still instantly, and call with a shade of rich and tender mellowing. The feelings my attention to it, beginning at the same time a grave of which I speak grew with my growth and strengthened dissertation on its merits. , He had at home, he assured with my strength, but I scarcely knew how dear the | me, a horse for which he would take no money that baunts of my childhood were to me till I was called away could be named, though his Father had bought it of

a neighbouring farmer for thirteen guineas. I have always found that horse fanciers possess some such invaluable steed, the former owner of which had not discovered its surpassing merits. Burton had much delight in going, and I, of course, with him, to see the stage-coaches enter the Town. I know not how he managed, but be seemed to be well acquainted with all the coachmen; and we both looked upon them as belonging to a race of superior beings. Our pleasure was at its height when we could hold a few moments' conversation with a stage coachman. They certainly kept up their dignity, for sometimes when we both spoke at once with great eagerness and aniination, our companion would answer like one whose mind was occupied by other subjects, looking perhaps another way, and addressing some other person with a short, dry monosyllable. We felt honoured if our heroes deigned to unbend and give an opinion, or a hint of any news in the sporting world. I am half inclined to pass over these accounts of my boyish days, for I feel that they must seem mere idle and unprofitable descriptious; but they may be useful in shewing to those who have patience to read to the end of my narrative, that a boyhood like mine, though disgraced by no glaring sins, but passed in what was little else than forgetful. liess of God, was any thing but a fit preparation for the trials and the temptations of after life; and yet I was called a Christian, and the unfailing resources and privileges of a Christian might have been mine!

So strange, so fearful--something in the distance
So awful, so impassable--I cannot

But still to thee, my Saviour !--Thee, my God,
And yet my Brother!--Tbee, who thyself hast trod
The very soil we tread on--who hast shared
Our needs, and felt our sorrows, and been tempted,
Even as we are--whose in-earthed spirit
Made proof of all things in us, save our sin--
Aye, and that too--for it was that which brake
By its dread weight the only heart that knew none !
Still I can come to thee, my Saviour, Friend !
For I have something yet to say to thee.
I tell thee not of fear, or love, or duty,
Or penitence, or tears, or ought of mine;
But sometbing would I wishper of thine own.
The tender pity, that moved thee e'en to Heaven -
The love that thou bast promised and hast proved
As never love was pledged or proved till then--
Not for thy friends, for friends on earth thou hadst none..
But for thy foes; for false ones such as I am.
Oh! go thou for me to my Father's bouse
And tell Him one who cannot come himself
For very shame,--who has no more to say
But that thy door be closed on him for ever,
Has been with thee to plead on his behalf
The pardon that he dares not ask again.
Say, for thou know'st, bow bitter are the busks
On which this false world feeds him--how his heart
Sorrows in secret for his Father's house
And still is torn and tempted from his door.
Nay, my Redeemer, say not ought of me,
But only that thou know'st me, lov'st me, died'st for me..
Lost as I am, that thou would'st have me saved,
False as I am, that thou wilt make me true,
Weak as I am, that thou canst give me strength,
And find me prayers when I can pray no more--
If only for thy sake he will forbear,
Nor cast away his Prodigal for ever.



To the Editor of the Christian Beacon.

I WILL arise and go unto my Father-
Alas! and when I tbrow me at his feet,
What can I say?—The Prodigal left once,
And gather'd of the fruit his folly planted,
Ate it, and did not like it, and returned-
He once returned, and he was once forgiven.
It is not so with me—I was forgiven
And sinned again, and was forgiven again--
The penitential vow upon my lips,
The kiss paternal warm upon my cheek,
And still about my neck the golden chain
With which he pledged and bound me to his love
A second, and a third time, and a fourth-0 God!
I dare not come to thee-It is impossible!
I dare not even lift mine eye to Heaven,
Lest there be something in it that offend thee-
I dare not offer thee a wish, a vow,
Lest that thy awful wisdom should discover
Sin in the wish and falsehood in the vow.
If I should say I fear thee---that is false...
For if I feared thee, could I madly brave
The awful threat'nings of thy broken law,
For every empty bauble of the earth ?
If I should say I love thee---that, alas!
Is falser stills-for love is dutiful,
Patient, submissive, fearful to offend,
Obedient, grateful.--I am none of this.
And if I plead the penitential tear,
The firm resolve to go and sin no more--
Dost thou not know that ere the false tear drios,
I do again the very sin I wept,
And even while the vow is on the lip,
The beart is with the idol it renounces.
I come to THEE! There's something in the thought.

Reverend Sir,--. Being a witness day after day of the

frightful intemperance, and drunken revellings which, during this Christmas season, seem to abound more and more in Chester, polluting as it were every street, and every corner of this old and episcopal City, I have been forcibly reminded of your observations on the subject in your Lecture at St. Mary's, on Christmas-day. Indeed the truth of them must have struck all your hearers, both at the time, and every day since. In your discourse you brought forward the remarks of some writer whose name you did not mention. Permit me to ask if you did not refer to a Sermon on “The Saviour's birth,” by the Rev. Hugh White ? I thought I remembered it, and have looked for it. Will you excuse the liberty I take in asking you to give the whole passage a corner in your paper, as it does seem strikingly appropriate to the manner in which the present season is kept by many who bear the name of the followers of the pure and holy Saviour ?

I am, Rev. Sir, Yours, &c. · A CONSTANT ATTENDANT at St. Mary's Lectures. “Sons of dissipation, is it thus you testify your joy in the Redeemer's birth? I conjure you, if you are determined to reject Him, and His salvation, to trample on His holy laws, and dishonour His holy name, do not, at least, add mockery to guilt, and insult to rebellion ! do not break His commandments, under pretence of rejoicing in His birth. But why should you

rejoice in His birth, if you are determined thus to treat the short homilies, to which the statement is an introHim, when you consider how quickly the day is com ductory chapter, the statement itself is a fable. CYRIL. ing when, if you persevere and perish in your present state, you will wish, in the phrenzied agony of despair,

On the southern side of Watergate Row, in the Parish you had been born in some heathen land, where you

of St. Peter's, in the ancient City of Chester, a few doors had never heard of a Saviour's name, and, therefore, from the spot where the High Cross formerly stood, there could not be stained with the guilt of trampling on a is an old gable-fronted house, which is well known as the Saviour's blood; for that guilt will make the heathen's spot where the plague ceased after it bad raged in the hell a very heaven to yours. Remember, if Jesus be City of Chester. The circumstance is no doubt alluded not to you a beloved Saviour, he must be to you an

to in the quaint motto, which runs along the whole avenging Judge ;-and why should you rejoice in the

breadth of the bouse, towards the street, birth-day of your Judge ? Suppose you were to visit

"GOD'S PROVIDENCE IS MINE INHERITANCE." a prison, and while exploring its dark and dismal cells,

Some seventy years ago, when an old piece of furniture were to hear echoing round you, on every side, shouts

came to be opened, which had been locked up for many of laughter, and songs of merriment, and on asking the cause of this unusual and general rejoicing, were to be

years, the manuscript which I have forwarded to you was told that the prisoners were thus cominemorating the

found. It seems that a Madam Frankwell bad resided in birth-day of the judge, who was expected shortly to

that house with two nieces, one of whom died before her arrive, and to sentence them to an agonizing and ig.

aunt; the other, who preferred a country life, and was nominious death ! and suppose, as the distant trumpets but a girl at the time when her aunt also died; removed to that announced his approach, were heard more and a pleasant mansion in the Vale of Clwyd, which had been more clearly, you observed that the prisoners' laughter left in charge of two old trust worthy servants. There she waxed louder and louder, and their mirth grew more resided till she married, and there she resided after her and more boisterous; Oh! would you not, in sickened marriage, till she died. Whether she visited Chester or and shuddering horror, exclajm, Can there be such

not, I am not told; but it was not till after her death that madness in the heart of man? There can-unconverted

the old carved piece of furniture was opened, and then sinner! look into thine own heart; for the madness of those prisoners is but a faint and feeble image and

among other papers, the enclosed manuscript was dis. echo of thine own!

covered. It is much torn, much discoloured by age, and The guilt of rebellion against the God of Heaven is on thy soul! The curse of his broken

even moth-eaten, but the title remains, and many of the law is registered against thee! The sentence of eternal pages, though fragments, may perhaps possess an interest death hangs over thee! The day of trial is fixed in the with those who love the plain food of God's Holy Word, counsels of Heaven ! The Judge is coming, for “be when there are many empirics abroad to offer drugs and hold He cometh with clouds, and every eye shall see poisons, sweetened to the taste of tbe vain and carnal mind Him !" and in the awful conyulsions, the portentous of unregenerate map. signs of the times, dost thou not hear, as it were, the sound of the distant trumpets heralding His approach? pomilles preached at the highe Crosse at Chester. Does not the thunder of His chariot-wheels, as he comes to judgment, break on thy startled ear? and HOMILIE THE FIRSTE.-OF THE REVEALED CAUSES OF SIN. wilt thou strive to drown the appalling sound in shouts of loud and wanton merriment, as if thy laughter could

The curious searcher into God's dealings with man hath retard the coining, or avert the anger of the Judge ?

often this question in his doubting minde. What cause Oh! as you would not, sinners, in the day of His ap

had the fiende Satan to hate and to destroy mankind ? pearing, call on the rocks to fall upon you, and the

Good people, the cause and the reason is surely plaine. mountains to cover you, because the day of the wrath

The greate Creator did once delight in the goode and of the Lamb is come! and you dare not look in the

upright and blessed creature man that He had made, and fuce of him that sitteth on the throne, I conjure you

that foul fiende doth beare a deadlie hatred to the glorinow, even in this, your day of mercy! for“ behold, now

ous Creator. Do ye enquire why Satan did thus hate the is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation!"

greate God. This question, Sirs, concerneth not man filee unto Him! whose love you have so long despised,

and God; no, nor man and Satan; but God and Satan whose su lvation you have so longslighted and scorned."

only, and, therefore, man hath little or nothing to do with it; but peradventure an answer in one sort may be given with little difficultie, even to this, in the most op

posite and contrarie nature of God, who is perfect good, To the Editor of the Christian Beacon

and Satan who is altogether evil. He that is altogether Reverend Sir, Will you accept a mere fable of mine, for

evil, and in himself hatred, can love nothing but sin.

He that is the true perfectione of goodnesse hateth such I wish you and your readers to understand it to be ?

nothing but evil. ..................... My first thought was to leave the matter in the dark; but

Good Sirs, there are those who entertaine hard thoughts as truth is too sacred to be trifled with, even by what

of the most glorious God, because the sure damnation of many might deem a harmless tale, they are to know that His wrath hangeth like a thunder-cloude readie to burst no hoax is put upon them by the following statement. It over the sinner's head; but God hateth not sinners, and is a fiction of my own, from beginning to end; and though while He would destroy sin He would spare the wretchthere is, I trust, the truth according to God's Word in 1 ed sinner. The earlie historie of God's dealings with


man, as it is written by Moses in the opening of the but perswasion. Some believe the better for seeing booke of Genesis containeth only the record of His ten Christ his Sepulchre; and when they have seen the der mercie to man, every word of severitie against sin in Red Sea, doubt not of the miracle. Now contrarily I man, is the gracious expression of love to man, sin being blesse myself, and am thankful that I lived not in the the worst miserie to man. God did prophesie in saying, days of Miracles, that I never saw Christ nor his Dis“ In the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely ciples; I would not have been one of those Israelites die," for though the offence was but the eating of an apple, that pass'd the Red Sea, nor one of Christ's Patients, by that little door the principle and power of evil was on whom he wrought his wonders; then had my faith admitted, and, as by a narrow floodgate, then came rush been thrust upon me; nor should I enjoy that greater ing in that horrible tide of iniquitie, which hath since blessing pronounced to all that believe and saw not. overwhelmed all men in destruction and perdition ..... 'Tis an easie and necessery belief to credit what our eye ............................... and sense hath examined: I believe he was dead and

Do you ask wherefore was evil permitted ? Certes buried, and rose again; and desire to see him in his the unrevealed causes do not concern man. But one glory rather then to contemplate him in his Cenotaphe, cause there is, so plaine, that every earnest thoughtful or Sepulchre. Nor is this much to believe, as we have childe may declare it. . . . . . .,.,.,.

reason, we owe this faith unto History: they only had I have reade once a storie of a good King, who had a the advantage of a bold and noble faith, who lived befaire young son that was very deare to him. Now the fore his comming, who upon obscure prophecies and King had a friend, a worthie and God-fearing neighbour, | mystical Types could raise a belief, and expect apbut one of a harshe spirit, who bore a mistruste towards parent impossibilities. - Sir Thos. Browne's 26 Religio every one. So saide he to the Royal Father of the Medici, 1659." youth on a certaine daie that he had been commending the Prince, the youth may or may not be a good youth, but I have my doubts about him. He hath never

A FALSE FRIEND. yet been tried!--Let me prove him, and I will soon tell Reverend Sir, I am only a wayfaring man, and by thee what he is? With that, the Father of the lad some

10 means equal to the task of awakening my fellow-trawhat unwillingly did give his consent to this severe and vellers to a sense of danger from an enemy very subtle, doubting neighbour of his, that he should subject the but very friendly to all outward appearance. Of all youth to some sharpe trial of his virtue; and thus it came enemies he is most to be feared who comes in the garb to pass that the poor young prince was all unwittinglie

of friendship. An open foe may be guarded against, brought under the power of à most fearful temptation.

but a secret and unsuspected enemy what mortal man What the nature of bis fiery trial was, hath not been told

can avoid? to me, but so sharp was the conflict that the youth had

An enemy in the person of a supposed friend! One well nigh given way; in fact, he was on the very point of

whom we had admitted to our domestic hearth, spoken yielding and sinking down, when the tempter brought well of to our dearest friends, and made our companforward some vile insinuations against his most deare and

ion and associate when we did not suspect any danger. royal Father. The youth was from that moment as one

An enemy in the person of one who, when the occuawakened, and he arose with such strong cries to Christ, and such resolute strivings, in that strength which he did

pations of the day are over, and we seek to unbend the

inind, and without reserve commit ourselves to the crie for all the while he strove, that he came forth like

quiet and unsuspecting security of our own true En. the refined gold from the crucible, which shineth with a

glish Homes, is admitted to our free and unstudied innew lustre, and is made doublie precious by the fire ....

tercourse and communication. ..... Oh, Sirs, we are like this faire young prince, but

The fire burns within me with desire to expose the a melancholy sequel attendeth our historie, we have fallen,

hollow-heartedness of such a friend, and to put my fel. we have yielded, the crown hath fallen from our heads!.

low-travellers upon their guard, lest the hypocricy and ................................

lies with which he has led many to eternal death may Sirs, there could be no responsibilitie in the creature, no proof of his faithfulness before God, if there were no

gain the confidence of one more human being. possibilitie of his falling—but ye must be mindful of the

I think I hear the burst of honest indignation from words of God the Spirit by the holie apostle James,*

the lips of every Englishman who reads this announce“Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of

ment, I think I see in the determined brow, and flashGod : for God cannot be tempted with evil, neither

ing eye, a firm resolve to suffer no such wolf in sheep's tempteth He any man." No childe of man can perish,

clothing to put one foot within the door of his house, but by his own consent, and against the yielding of that

or to say one word, or meddle one iota, with his public consent, the conscience within him will not cease to crie

concerns. out, till he hath defiled and at length seared that con

But I also think 1 hear the sceptical laugh of one who science by his own will and deede .........

derides the thought of such an enemy being suffered

to live one hour beyond the clear establishment of his • The passages from the Word of God in these bomilies, are given according to the version of the Scriptures now in use.

guilt. “ No such enemy exists," says the objector, « or if he does exist it is among the savage and untu

tored North American Indians." Gladly would I acThe Faith of a True Philosopher.

knowledge, if with truth I could, that this deceitful I DESIRE to exercise my faith in the difficultest point; enemy is not found upon the same soil with the Holy for to credit ordinary and visible objects is not faith, Book Divine. But the melancholy fact must be told,


that he lives in our own favored nation, yes, and that too by our own consent. He lives by courtesy, and not of right. He lives by our own fayor and kindness, though he continues to act the same treacherous and perfidious part that he has always done. « Vague assertions," says another objector, " are no proof of guilt. Establish by fact, if you can, the truth of your position.”

Clear facts, and incontestible proof of guilt, are easily brought forward, such proof as the most sceptical will at once admit, But the misfortune is, that the duplicity of this enemy has gained so much upon the credulity of Englishmen, that although they will at once admit his guilt in a fearful mumber of cases, yet they will maintain that “if well used he is a good friend.Now it is upon this very point that I entirely differ froin my fellow-sojourners, and will prove it to all, and every unprejudiced man; and, if I am not much mistaken, so clear, that a wayfaring man, though a fool,"shall not err therein.” But, Sir, my evidence and facts would occupy too much space to hope for an admission into one number of the Beacon, so, for the present, I will take my leave, hoping that you may deem my exposure of (as in many cases) an unknown and unsuspected danger worthy of a place in the “ Christian Beacon.

I am, Reverend Sir,
Your most obedient Servant, ONESIMUS.



of draughts ---a slow, sure poison: you may start with horror, when I tell you that such a shop is kept by you !

“ Shall I go further ? shall I ask you to count the victims who have already fallen from this deadly poison ? You could name them, perhaps; you could name the widows, the orphans, lest destitute in this neighbourhood. Nay, are there not some of your victims gradually sinking at this very time under the baneful influence of this slow, sure poison ? Again : What do you think it would be the duty of the minister of the temple of the Living God,... the holy church of Christ ---to do, if temples of vile and filthy idols, were built up in his parish? If he, that minister, were to see crowds of foreigners coming from distant lands to worship at those temples, might he not feel his spirit stirred within him at the sight of their wretched and abominable worship:-- when he saw the gestures, and heard the din of the mob within, when the drunkard reeled down the steps, or lay wallowing on the pavement before the temple ;---when indecent songs, from the lips of the unclean, and blasphemies against the Lord Jehovah, from the very heart of the still profaner wretch, broke upon the stillness of the night ;---might he not wish to see sach temples laid low, even with the ground? ---might he not justly dread the influence of such worshippers among tbe unstable and ill-disposed of his own people?

“But if, instead of worshipper from foreign lands, he were to see those temples filled, to a man, with his own flock,---with the professed disciples of the Christ of God, of the God of temperance, and purity, and holiness,---if every wise and lovely attribute were mocked, blasphemed, defied, by those who call themselves all the while his followers ---if he were to see his flock going first to one temple, then to the other, calling Jesus Christ Lord, and calling the vile idol Lord,--, paying a formal reverence to Jesus Christ, but devoting soul and body to that vile and filtby idolatry,---would be not be called upon to leave no wise and honest means untried to save them whom God himself bad committed to his care? Do you say, 'Our living depends upon our success in this business which you condem?' I do not condemn the use of your license, but the abuse of it. Keep to the use of your license : have done at once with the abuse of it: I ask no more.

“Do you make the objection: "Well, but we force no one to drink.' In one sense, you do not force; you have no band of strong men close at hand to bind the drinker hand and foot, and to pour the liquid poison down his throat; but there is a power close at hand quite as forceful as any strong man: the way by which sin first entered into the world, nay, into the heart of man,--- too often its stronghold now,--- was not by force, but by temptation.

“My friends, you are not without sense ; you are not without feeling. I appeal to you, not in your public capacity, but as private members of society, as parents, as husbands, as children. I appeal to you, as being also by profession Christians, will you not think upon these things? will you not keep yourself and others to the law ful use of beer and spirits ? will you not forbid, and prevent from henceforth, the abuse of your license to deal in them."

PROPHECY. Reverend Sir,- Will you please to insert in the “ Christian

Beacon" the extract on the Study of Prophecy? For as a Beacon is intended to hold forth a “pure and steady light” to warn mariners of rocks, shoals, and hidden dangers, so may the study of the “sure word of Prophecy " be as a Christian's Beacon “ whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts." I am, Reverend Sir,

Your most obedient Servant, A WITNESS.

“ No one has a right to complain of the use of what is good for the support of man's health and strength ; but when that which is intended for good is turned to evil, every member of society has a right to complain, and to lift up his voice aloud against the abuse.

"A house in which beer, or wine, or cordials are sold to the traveller or the wearied man, is a good and useful entertainment; but a house in which the poor and profligate are allowed, and all but enconraged, to waste their substance, ruin their health, and injure their wives and children, by squandering away what ought to be expended in the necessaries of life, if not its comforts, for them, is not only a public, but a private nuisance; a positive nuisance to society at large, and to every family of the community.

“I do not speak against public-houses or beer-shops, if they keep to their proper, and decent, and lawful use. It is not against the use of any thing that a man of sense would cry out, but against the abuse of it. It was never intended by the law of the land, nor is it, indeed, at this moment, really allowed, or even tolerated by the law of the land that drunkenness should be permitted, or in any way countenanced, in any house of public entertainment. If the keeper of the house should say, 'I do not wish to have drunkenness in my house, but I cannot help it,' I reply, 'Then you are not a fit person to keep a publichouse. However good your intentions may be, if you have not sufficient rule over your own household to keep it in decent order, you ought to give it up; for while you remain and the house is under your management, it may seem a hard accusation, but it is a true one, your house (not to say yourself,) is a public nuisance. If you will continue to abuse the license given you, you must not be astonished that a formal complaint is laid against you in the proper quarter.'...Suppose a shop were opened in a certain town, in which poison was sold,---poison wbich did not kill at the first taking, but after a certain number


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