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BY ELIZUR WRIGHT.
A GLIMPSE AT MERRIE ENGLAND.' Look at the Times newspaper with a net revenue
equal to that of a third rate European potentate.
Ministers have bribed it till it is beyond the reach Time, which tarries not for mortals, has brought of their bribery. They look up to it with fear and me to the close of my look at England. It is very trembling, and a degree of humble obedience. It is awkward to sum up and generalize when one has the voice of the most vigorous intellect of England, only begun to observe ; therefore understand me as saying what will be most likely to find an echo in giving generalizations of things as they seem to me, the breasts of one hundred thousand independent what a fly that lights upon England for a twinkling Englishmen as they swallow their buttered toast and is off, thinks of it,
and boiled egg.
Look at Punch, too, with wit and As to the bounties of Providence, substantial wisdom enough to insure him a hundred patents of blessings and beauties, I cannot conceive how more immortality. He governs a great part of England, could have been granted in the same space, than is very much for its good. The Pecksniffs of the land the lot of this, so far as nature has made it, « merrie take hints from him, much to the benefit of their England.” After seeing the golden harvests of the dupes. Hence one may conclude that England is rich eastern counties and Yorkshire, the meadows of growing, and has grown wiser, and, of course hapthe Thames, above all, the garden valley of the pier. Yet if one were to ask himself to write down Tweed; the mines of Derbyshire, and another re- the folly and humbug and unhappiness of England, gion to which the wise do not carry coals; the bens it would be difficult to decide where to begin, and and lochs of Scotland; the pikes and fells, and Jales quite impossible to end. and meres of Westmoreland; the springs of Mal England may be said to live under a trinity vern; the valleys of the Severn and the Wye-even of evil, kingcraft, priestcraft, and beercraft. In taking a nap on the brow of the Wyndecliffe—surely this let me not be understood to speak disrespect. I have a right to say, “ Avaunt, all geography; this fully of this interesting daughter of Eve, the Queen, island is the very spot where the human race ought who with such exemplary patience obeys the comto develop itself in all its power and glory.” But mand imposed upon her aforesaid mother, nor of the truly, the race, as a man, is far and painfully below reverend clergy, nor yet of the noble brewers, what a nurseling of republicanism, alighting on the many of whom write sir before and bart. after their W'yndecliffe, and drinking in the beauties of the names. They are all honorable persons, I hope and wide landscape, and knowing nothing more of Eng- trust; but the craft to which they were born or land, would expect to find it. There is ignorance bred, does, I am sure, cost England immeasurable and coarse brutality, and sullen hopelessness, and woes. O that I had the eye of a prophet and could haggared wretchedness, far beyond what there ought say that there was in the visible dimmest distance to be in the midst of such beauties and blessings. of the future, any thorough relief. As it is, san. Yet there is not a little, but a great deal among the guine hope, without seeing any thing, guesses that human inhabitants, that is, like the land-scape, noble deliverance must come, somehow and at sometime and lovely and glorious, and that, not in no one class, or other. The order in which the evils press upon but in all classes, from the highest to the lowest. the country seem to me to be first, beercraft, second And a peep at history will convince one, too, that priesteraft, third kingcraft. Till the beercraft is the race is here making a progress that is truly en-removed-till the people get the clear heads and couraging and sublime. Indeed, history writes this strong hearts which pure water gives—in vain you upon the landscape. The old feudal castles, now lift at the others. Suppose you abolish the taxes possessed by ivy and owls; the ruinous abbeys, the and tithes and give England a cheap government, dimly-remembered battle fields and « Smithfields,” and free church and full suffrage, to what will it are way-marks that show how the race has gone amount, so far as the masses are concerned ? Preforward. The Alfreds, the Shakspeares, the Hamp- cisely to more beer and consequences of beer! I dens, the Newtons, the Miltons, the Howards, the may be mistaken; truly I have found warm and Wesleys, the Hogarths, have not lived in vain. zealous promoters of thorough temperance, but they Their mantles are worn worthily by men whom it seem to be regarded as the maddest of fanatics. might be invidious to mention now, but who will Nine men out of ten of the laboring classes, so far as shine as the stars by and by; men who are doing I have been able to observe, and I have been quite what Cromwell did, in a wiser way. They have inquisitive, have not the slightest barrier between approached in fact, nearer than in form, to the de-themselves and stupidity and drunkenness but their sired goal. In enumerating the governing powers inability to get enough beer. It is their undoubted of England, you have not done when you have men- creed that beer is a blessing, and one of their deeptioned king, lords and commons. The press is to est sorrows is that their wages will not allow them be named, and that not at the tail of the list. The to get plenty of it, with a drop or two of gin by way press has outgrown the power of what is called the of luxury. Look at poor Chartism, befogged in government, to control either by fear or favor. I beer! fighting as often as any way against itself, and
BY ROBERT NICOLL.
selling to its worst enemies even the little suffrage of total abstinence upon a more commanding foundait commands! If the masses of England could be tion than it has hitherto occupied. If you can get roused to enter upon the career so gloriously begun the wine out of the heads of the philanthropic of the by those of Ireland, they would soon take a position higher class, then will they see clearly the effects of which would settle many of the knottiest questions beer upon the lower. Both once delivered, the naof politics, and the crafts of the priest and the king tion would not be long in discovering the folly of would be swept away like the meshes of the spider. working itself to death to support a class of grand The state and the church would then take their and idle hereditary pickpockets, nor long in devising places as servants of the people-not masters. Yet means of relief. See if the new vision bestowed with all this, which to an American mind is so evi- upon the Irish people does not work out such dent, staring them in the face, there are plenty of results. England wants an occulist like Father sincere philanthropists here, enemies of slavery, of Mathew. corn laws, of church tyranny, of a vampyre aristocracy, who will pity you for not drinking wine
WE ARE BRITHEREN A'. with them! who will raise the cup of Circe to their own lips, and then lament the oppression and dagradation of England's poor! Put the brewers of Eng. A happy bit hame this auld warld wad be, land in the same condition with her feudal castles
If men, when they're here, could make shift to agree, and monasteries, and her poor will soon take care of
An‘ilk said to his neebour, in cottage an' ha', other vampyres.
Come, gi'e me your hand, we are britheren a'.' There is one sign of the times, however, which is hopeful. The discovery in Germany of the won. I ken na why ane wi' anither sud fight, derful sanatory principles of cold water, is making a Whan to 'gree wad make a' body cosie an’ right. deep impression upon the higher and middle classes Whan man meets wi' man, tis the best way ava, here. The doctors are not able to laugh it down. After To say, "Gi'e me your hand-we are britheren a'.' spending fortunes on physicians in vain, invalids go to Grafenburg and are healed. A child with the My coat is a coarse ane, an' yours may be fine, scarlet fever is wrapped in a wet sheet and gets An' I maun drink water, while you may drink wine, well. Men rummage their libraries and find that But we baith ha'e a leal heart, unspotted to shaw, just such cures have been performed at Malvern a Sae gi'e me your hand-we are britheren a'. hundred years ago, and the water when analysed is The knave ye wad scorn, the unfaithfu' deride ; the purest possible. And they find cases in which Ye wad stand like a rock, wi' the truth on your side ; patients with raging fever and delirium have broken Sae wad I, an' nought else wad I value a straw; loose from their nurses and jumped into the Thames Then gi'e me your hand—we are britheren a'. or some horsepond, and their madness has proved better than the wisdom of the doctors.
Ye wad scorn to do fausely by woman or man; Many are coming to the conclusion that disease is I hand by the right aye, as weel as I can; chiefly some mysterious modification of that great We are ane in our joys, our affections, an'a'; poison, diet, with which we are sent into the world Come, gi'e me your hand-we are britheren a'. to battle, and this redounds greatly to the advantage of pure water. Setting poisons to catch poisons is Your mither has lo'ed you as mithers can lo'e;
An' mine has done for me what mithers can do; growing into disrepute with these people, and consequently they may by and by be expected to see We are ane hie an' laigh, an' we should na be twathe absurdity of sending one dram of alcohol into Sae gi'e me your hand—we are britheren a'. the stomach to cure the disease made by its prede. We luve the same simmer day, sunny an' fair;
The multitude of experiments which have Hame! O! how we lo'e it, an' a' that are there ! now put the matter fairly to the test, seem to de- Frae the pure air o' Heaven the same life we drawmonstrate that coldness combined with pure water, Come, gi'e me your hand, we are britheren a'. is the best means that has ever been tried to quench human inflammations, and when properly applied Frail shakin' Auld Age will sune come o'er us baith, will cure any patient who has strength to be cured An' creepin' alang at his back will be Death; in any way. This being true, the occupation—I do Syne into the same mither yird we will fa': not say of the doctors, for it will require science Come, gi'e me your hand—WE ARE BRITHEREN A'. and wisdom to apply cold water-but of the druggists-of all medical poison manufacturers, is gone. And shall not alcohol be included?
"God is better lodged in the heart than in great
edifices." From the hold this subject has taken of the most intelligent here, I look for a great pathological re By taking revenge a man is but even with his form, which I think cannot fail to set the principle enemy; but in passing it over he is superior.”
NELLY BELCHE R.
band and children." " Touch the oor woman!"
cried Nelly, stretching herself up-and she was the Uncle Snooks had a pretty hard time on it some- tallest woman in the parish—o let him lay the times, when the women folks used to come and weight of his rummy finger upon me if he dares; plague him about not selling any more rum to their and, though I'm poor enough in purse, Heaven husbands. There was one Barney Belcher, who knows, I'll show him that I've the same spirit of my drank up his farm. They used to say his old cow father, who thrashed him when he was eighteen, for choked him, because he sold her last of all his stock, stealing a sheep-skin. I won't go out of his shop, and died in a fit, while he was drinking the very nor budge an inch, till I've said my say, in the prefirst dram that he bought with the money he got for sence of ye all.” - Nelly Belcher,” said uncle 'Zeik, her. Barney's wife tormented uncle "Zeik from you'll have to pay for this." • Pay for it !" cried morning to night; and her persecution, together Nelly, in a screaming voice, "and hav'nt you got with the loss of his property, as I always thought, your pay already ?-Hav'nt you got the homestead drove him out of his business, and shortened his, and the stock and the furniture ? And did'nt Bardays. She was a proper firebrand, though she never ney pawn the children's clothes last Friday, and took any spirit herself. There was not a happier bring you every cent he got for them ? You've got couple in our parish, when they were first married; every thing from the ridge-pole down; you've got and they had a family of four little children, that all here, among your wages of iniquity; and as she every body used to notice, for their neat appearance, said this, she gave a blow with her fist, upon the I've seen them many a time, of a Sunday going to top of uncle "Zeik's till, that made the coppers meeting, hand in hand, and all four abreast, along pretty lively I tell ye. « Snooks” said she, “ you've with their father and mother. Barney was a very got every thing. I have not a pint of meal, nor a thristy farmer, and I never thought he was the peck of potatoes for my children. Stop— I'm misman to die a drunkard. It used to be said, that taken, there's an old rum jug in the house, that's there had'nt been a likelier couple married in the been in your shop often enough; you ought to have parish for many years; for though they had almost that; and there's a ragged straw bed, you shall nothing to start with, yet they were amazing hand- have them both, and any thing else you'll find, if some to look at; they were generally as smart as a you don't let Barney have any more rum. You've couple of steel traps, and very industrious into the made your bargain, Snooks, your own way; but bargain. They did surprising well for years. But there's a third party to it, that's the devil. You've he got to be an ensign, and rum and regimentals did got poor Barney's money in your till, and the devil's the business for poor Barney in less than no time. got your soul in his fire-proof, and he'll keep it there When he got to be pretty bad, she first came to the till the day of judgment.” Uncle 'Zeik offered house, and then to the shop, to get uncle 'Zeik not | 'Bijah Cody a handsome present, if he'd turn her out to let him have any more liquor. They had a good of the shop. “I'd a leeile rather not, Mr. Snooks,” many talks about it, but uncle 'Zeik would have his answered 'Bijah with a look that showed plainly way. At last she consulted a lawyer, and came enough how much he enjoyed uncle 'Zeik's torment. over to the shop, and gave uncle 'Zeik a real dres. Look here Nelly Belcher," said uncle 'Zeik-and sing, before more than a dozen customers. " Well, he was getting wrathy, for he stamped his foot pretty Nelly Belcher,” said uncle 'Zeik, when she came in, smart-- the second Tuesday in November next resolved to be beforehand with her, << what do you the court will sit, and you shall answer for this." want to-day?" "Mercy,” said she, “if I can't What care I for your court ?” replied she « the have justice. You well know what I want. I now day will come and it may come this hour when a request you once again to sell my husband no more higher court may sit; and you shall answer for spirits." « And how can I help it ?'' said uncle 'Zeik, more than all this a thousand fold. Then you cold somewhat disturbed by her resolute manner. "I hearted old man, I will lead my poor ragged childhave taken a lawyer's advice," said she, « and you ren, before the bar of a righteous God and make a have no right to sell liquor to common drunkards.” short story of their wrongs, and that poor young “ Do you say that your husband is a common man's who has fallen by your hands, just as though drunkard ?” said he. ". To be sure I do," she he had been killed with ratsbane. There's none of replied. "I really do not think your husband is you here that does'nt remember me and Barney a common drunkard, Nelly Belcher,” said uncle when we were first married. Now, I ask you if 'Zeik. « Snooks," said she, clinching her fist, « you ever you dreampt that we should come to this? are—what you are. You know that Barney is a Was there ever a little farm better managed!- And if common drunkard, and you made him so, you old, I was not a careful, faithful industrious wife to Barlicensed, rumselling, church member.”' "Go out of ney, I wish you to say the very worst to my face. my shop,” cried uncle 'Zeik; stepping towards her. And were my little ones ill-treated? Had'nt they “I would'nt touch the poor woman,” said one of the whole clothes for Sunday, and was’nt they constant company; - she's driven on by the state of her hus. I at meeting for years, till this curse crept in upon
us, like an adder? And till then did ye ever see a for rhyming; and she used to come and sit upon the likelier man than Barney? And as for his kindness to horse-block before our shop, and sing a sort of song, me and the children till that hour, it's for me to wit- that was meant to worry uncle 'Zeik, and it did worry ness; and I say it before ye all, that before he tasted him dreadfully, especially the chorus. Whenever this old man's liquor, there never was a hard thought he heard that, he seemed to forget what he was or a bitter word between us. He was the boy of my about, and every thing went wrong. 'Twas somefoolish love when he was seventeen, and the man of thing like this, my choice when he was three and twenty. I gave
He dug a pit as deep as hell, him an honest heart that never loved another, and
And into it many a drunkard fell ;
He dug the pit for sordid pelf, the trifle of worldly goods that my mother left me ;
And into that pit he'll fall' himself. but he has broken the one and squandered the other. One time when poor Nelly sung the chorus pretty Last night, as I lay upon my straw bed, with my loud, and the shop was rather full, uncle 'Zeik was poor children, I thought of our young days, and of so confused that he poured half a pint of rum, which our little projects of happiness; and, as I saw poor he had measured out, into his till and dropped the Barney in my fancy just the trim lad that he was change into the tin pot, and handed it to the cuswith his bright eye and ruddy cheek, I felt my eyes tomer. filling with tears, as they're filling now. I hope I I really felt for him; for about this time, two of may never shed another,” said she, dashing them off his sons gave him a sight of trouble. They used to with the back of her hand, and resuming her look get drunk and fight like serpents. They shut the of vengeance. " I'm going to cross your threshold oldgentleman down in the cellar one night, and one of for the last time, and now mark me well, I ask you them when he was drunk slapped his father in the once for all, to sell poor Barney no more liquor. If face. They did nothing but run him into debt; and you do, I will curse yon till I die, as the destroyer at last he got to taking too much bimself, just to of my husband, and I will teach my children to curse drown care. Old Nelly was right; for uncle Snooks you when I am dead and gone, as the destroyer of fell into his own pit before he died. their father.
After the Temperance Society was formed, he
lost his license, and got to be starving poor, and Uncle Snooks continued to sell rum to Barney the town had to maintain him. He's been crazy for Belcher, as before, whenever he got any money. It several years. I went to see him last winter was thought by a good many that Nelly had lost with father, who has tried to get him into the state her reason, or very near it, about that time. She hospital. It made me feel ugly to see him. He found out that Barney got rum at our store, and sure did'nt know me, but all the time I was there he enough, she brought her four little children, and kept turning his thumb and finger as though he was standing close to the shop door, she cursed uncle drawing liquor, or scoring it with a bit of chalk 'Zeik, and made them do so too. It worried him upon the wall. It seemed as if he had forgotten all exceedingly. Whenever she met him in the road, his customers but one; for though the wall was she stopped short, and said over a form she had, in covered with charges of rum and brandy and dip and a low voice; but every body knew, by her raising toddy, the whole was set down against Barney her eyes and hands, that she was cursing uncle Belcher. 'Zeik. Very few blamed her; her case was a very hard one; and most folks excused her on the score of her mind's being disordered by her troubles.
SONNET. But even then she made her children obey her, whether present or absent, though it was said she never struck them a blow. It almost made me shudder How fall fame's pillars at the touch of time ! sometimes, when I've seen these children meet How fade, like flowers, the memories of the dead ! uncle 'Zeik. They'd get out of his way as far as How vast the grave that swallows up a clime ! they could; and when he had gone by, they'd move How dim the light by ancient glory shed ! their lips, though you could'nt hear a word, and one generation's clay enwraps the next, raise up their eyes and hands just as their mother And dead men are the aliment of earth; had taught them. When I thought these children
- Passing away,” is Nature's funeral text, were calling down the vengeance of heaven upon Uttered co-evous with creation's birth. uncle 'Zeik, for having made them fatherless, it What though 'tis certain that my humble name, made my blood run cold.
With this frail body, shall soon find a tomb? After the death of her husband, she became very It seeks a heavenly, not an earthly fame, melancholy, and a great deal more so, after the loss Which through eternity shall brightly bloom : of her two younger children. She did not curse Write it within thy Book of Life, O Lord, uncle 'Zeik after that. But she always had a talent | And in the last great day," a golden crown award!
BY WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON,