Cherokee Phoenix

TO THE LADIES.- The following is not a tale of fictious (sic) wo (sic).- Do read it, if you never re

Published August, 26, 1829

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TO THE LADIES.- The following is not a tale of fictious (sic) wo (sic).- Do read it, if you never read anything else, in this paper. Read it, and then say whether you will withhold your countenance and support from the cause of entire abstinence.

MR. EDITOR.- Sir, the following facts came under my notice, and I relate them merely to exhibit the brutifying(sic) effects of ardent spirits.- Mr. B. was a man of respectable connexions (sic), well educated and intelligent--he became a temperate drinker, and finally, almost as a matter of course, a drunkard. He married a wife in his better days, and might, but for the fell destroyer, have lived in easy circumstances; but he now lived in a miserable house, and his family were destitute of everything that constitutes the comforts, or even the necessaries of life.- One winter's morning, when this wretched family awoke from their slumbers, a tremendous snow storm was raging without, and there was not a stick of wood, or any kind of fuel in the house. 'Wife!' says the brute of a husband, 'get up and build a fire.'- 'Why, my dear,' says she, 'there is nothing to make one of.' 'But get up,' says he, 'make a fire, and get some wood where you can find it.' The poor woman remonstrated, but the reply was, 'If you don't get out of bed, I'll kick you out.' The woman got up, and after wrapping herself up as well as she was able, went out in the pursuit of wood. The storm was violent, and the snow had already fallen to the depth of nearly a foot. She however made her way, a quarter of a mile, to a wood-lot, where she fortunately found a large dry limb, which with the greatest exertion she succeeded in dragging to the house. She then took her axe and cut it up, and made a fire. `Now,' says her better half, 'get us some breakfast.'- 'There is not,' said the wife, 'the least thing in the house which I can get for breakfast.' 'Then go to the neighbors and borrow something.' There was no alternative; the imperious order of her savage husband was not to be disobeyed, and besides, she had four little children who needed something to eat. She accordingly prepared herself to encounter the pitiless storm, and went off, nearly a mile, across the fields, which were almost totally impassable, from the great quantity of snow, which lay in drifts, to the house of a neighbor, who kindly let her have a peck of potatoes, with which she hastened home. These, boiled, and used with a little salt, made the breakfast of the wretched family; after which, the father started off for the tavern!!-Philanthropist. O.C.