That vile monster has made abodes that were once the comfortable abodes of delightful association, and of cheerful and affectionate hearts as any that ever surrounded happy firesides, desolate and blank That he has turned the sensitive heart into stone--that he has made, against his nature, the sworn protector of the confiding wife, her ruthless abuser he has made an idiot of the highly gifted and intellectual mind--a villain of the virtuous man--an ingrate of the son--a fraticide of the brother--has unstrung and crushed the strong heart of man--and has laid the noblest work of God in the deepest moral and physical degradation, leaving him even in the filth of the gutter.

free and independent Sons of Temperance, who have thrown off the shackles and allegiance to this vile King's vile tyranny, to welcome to our self-governing institution those unfortunate refugees who have lost all in his service, and have barely escaped with life and reason; to invite and urge them to abandon his pernicious power, to declare war against him, and not cease until every subject be set free and he abandon his throne to a moral republic. This, my Brothers, is the object of our union; an object much more complimentary to our moral nature, in taking upon ourselves to carry out its principles into action, than it is to our moral energies in the lethargy we have shown in putting theo

Who of you, my Brothers, but love the ry into practice. Had our practice fully corpleasures and refinement of home enjoy-responded with our principles, what might ments--the benignant grace of the father, in we not have accomplished? Here, permit age, as some incidental interest of his past me to relate an incident illustrative of the life passes before him, and he hands it down power we have of doing good, with adequate to his children for their benefit--the moth- exertions. er's calm enjoyment in the society of her Wm. Henderson, who resided in a village cherished ones--the bright glowing fire, in the State of Ohio, gained his livelihood lighting up the countenance of an affection- as a hatter. His days moved quietly on, aud ate sister-the sympathetic love of a confi- his evenings brought content to his pleasant ding wife. Home to us. "What a volume home: no care-no want-no sorrow there. in a word!" Yet, this monster has chang- His happy wife and ruddy child met him ed such homes into scenes of wretchedness, cheerfully, to console him in his daily toil.— broils and suffering-put out its fires His employer respected him, for his earnest quenched its loves-and turned out its in- industry and sobriety of conduct. But, alas! mates upon the bleak sympathies of stran-poor Henderson was led astray. He tasted, gers, and planted discord and brutality in sipped, drank, and drowned himself in the the place where once flourished all virtuous intoxicating cup. He bound himself to his and holy affections. And tell me, whose infatuating ruin. His employer bore with home is not liable to the same invasion, him until forbearance ceased to be a virtue, unless we stand forth and firmly resist. and finally turned him adrift from his employment. His poor, poor family!-what a blow was this to them! He stripped them of furniture, and of clothes, and mortgaged his dwelling to buy his own destruction.For weeks and months, they had not more than sufficient food to keep them from starving, or fuel to prevent their freezing; and even those scanty supplies were procured under the benumbed fingers of his unhappy wife. He saw his ruin, but would not shun it-so strongly was he held by the power of his appetite. But, just as his disconsolate

But, Brothers, you manifest no surprise that these things have been transpiring without our walls. Alas! we have known it before: this tale of woe has been so long ringing in our ears, that it has well nigh closed the way to our hearts; but it is not the fashion to feel sympathetic heart-burns with exiles from King Alcohol's oppression. But our hands cannot open wide as our wills for oppressed Hungary, that betters its condition in "the land of the free and the home of the brave." But, it becomes us, as the

so firm a step and genteel dress? It was him. His appearance explained all. She reached forward, and fell sobbing into the arms of her recovered husband. "My wife," said he; “look up: you have now no cause for sorrow-I am again a man-bound by my honor as a man, to live a sober and an honest life--I am a son of Temperance."And he kept his word, and is now one of the nost prosperous men in that village; and she the happiest of wives.

wife was at the point of giving up in despair, | cated. Could that be Wm. Henderson, with her exertions having failed to supply their wants, and he on the verge of the drunkard's grave-in the horrible experience of the delirium tremens, "the Sons of Temperance rose in strong array and formed this great fraternal band." The employer of Henderson was the first to enlist under its principles; and the first object of his sympathy, was Wm. Henderson. By continued persuasion, and appeals to his duty as a husband and father, and his responsibilities as a man and the offer of advantageous employment, Brothers, have we any thing, thus interesthe was at last induced to unite with the Sonsing, to record in reward of our exertions? of Temperance. And now, that he was again The duty of Officers is, to be early at their in his place, and realized his position, he de-posts-to direct with energy the struggle termined to give his patient, suffering wife, a joyful surprise. He bent his hand to his purpose earning money--sending her barely sufficient to procure food and fuel, as if from a benevolent friend--keeping out of the way of her notice, until he had procured sufficient for his purpose. On one dreary, wintery, Saturday evening, the wife sat over the dying embers of a cheerless fire; thinking, perhaps, of the pleasant Saturday evenings that used to bless her home, when her husband loved and cherished her but what a change! She now sat freezing and starving; her child sickly and But hark! a knock, can it be ?---for it is months since any have visited this unhappy home. Yes, it is a knock. She opens the door; and there stands, backed up to the steps, two well loaded drays. "Does Mr. Henderson live here?" Yes! "Well, I have brought you a barrel of flour, a barrel of potatoes, and some groceries; and Jim has got a load of furniture traps for you; and there stands Mr. Philips, with a load of wood, and wants to know where to put it." The woman was dumb with astonishment, and for a moment could not answer a word. Oh! you must be mistaken: we have not, for months, had three pounds of flour in our house, at once!"--there God brews it: and down, low down "There is no mistake about it, madam: Mr Henderson sent the things, himself, and told us to unload them at his door; and there he comes to answer for himself." The astonished wife turned her eyes in the direction indi

that is going on for universal emancipation from the body, mind and soul, destroying despotism, that will remorselessly pocket the price of crime, dishonor and oppression. It is the duty of Officers to bind up the hearts broken under his curse; to invite and welcome to the "glorious refuge that is here," the unfortunate subject of his ravages, as he sends him tottering to the drunkard's grave. It is the duty of Officers to administer solemnly to his understanding, the important obligation that binds his honor as a man, and as a Son of Temperance. It is the duty of Officers to instruct him carefully in the work of our glorious reform. It is their duty, as they raise before his bleared eyes the sparkling water, to make him feel that it is, indeed, "the beverage prepared by God himself to nourish and invigorate his creatures, and beautify his footstool." That, in the language of Paul Denton, "It is the liquor which God the eternal, brews for all his children; that it is not made in the simpering still, over smoky fires, choked with poisonous gasses, and surrounded with the stench of sickening odors and rank corruption; but, in the green glade, and grassy dell, where the red deer wanders and the wild birds sing

in the deepest valleys, where the fountains murmur and rills gurgle soft symphony, and high upon the tall mountain tops where native granite glitters like gold in the sun, where the storm clouds brood and the thun

impress of heartfelt truth. You are bound in duty, and in honor, to attend our stated meetings; but not at the sacrifice of your business, or the prior claims of your family. What is the duty that has so strong a claim? Is it a mere business duty that calls us together from week to week, to go through a routine of forms and resolutions? Is it a mere social duty, that for friendship's and society's sake, we leave our home enjoy. ments? No. It is a much holier duty than these. It is a duty we owe to our fellow men, in warning them of their rapid progress to the overwhelming cataract to which they are tending-to ply the oar and stretch

der storms crash, and away far out where the wide, wild sea howls music and the big waves roar the chorus, sweeping the march of God --there he brews it. That beverage of life, health-giving water. But every where it is a thing of beauty-gleaming in the dewdrop-singing in the summer rain-shining in the ice gem, till the trees all seem turned to living jewels-spreading a golden vail over the setting sun, or a white gauze around the midnight moon-sporting in the cataract -sleeping in the glazier-dancing in the hail shower-folding its bright snow curtain about the wintery world-and weaving the many colored iris, that seraph zone of the sky-whose warp is the rain drop of earth-out the hand to save them. It is a duty we whose woof is the sunbeam of heaven-all checkered over with celestial flowers by the mystic hand of refraction,--still, always it is beautiful. That blessed life water! No poison bubbles on its brink--its foam brings no madness and murder--no blood stains its liquid glass--pale widows and starving orphans weep not burning tears in its depths -no drunkard's shrieking ghost, from the grave, curses it in the world of eternal despair. How should we cherish, then, God's life-giving beverage, and teach all to prefer for their own happiness' sake, to that, that giveth woe--that giveth sorrow-that giveth contention--that giveth its color in the cup, and at last biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder."

owe to our Creator, in preserving the mind
and body from the enervating ravages of iu-
temperance. It is a great moral duty we
owe the world, to unmask the all-pervading
destroyer, that "comes in the mask of kind-
ness, proffering the cup of enchantment to
the merry and social nature," to tell them--

Trust not the perfidious destroyer;
Wherever he cometh, he smiteth-
He spares not the high nor the humble,
For kings of the earth sink before him,
While wisdom and genius fall prostrate.
He withers the vigor of youth-
And dishonors the gray hairs of age.
All beauty he turns to corruption-
And conquers the might of the brave.
He scatters all earthly possessions,
And leaves not a hope for the future.
His power hath extended for ages
To the uttermost limits of earth.
He rides on the limitless ocean,
And buries whole fleets in its depths.

Therefore, keep this duty firm fixed in your memory-as an important one in your connection with our order; and still farther bear in mind, that the sacrifice of your busiBCS 1 the plow c'ai us of your f. ..., the ches, t, daw

from duty. Take a special warning from the castigation which your late Worthy Patriarch received, for a too literal construction of these exceptions to our line of duty; for there are eagle eyes watching over the interests of Emmons Division.

Brother officers-I will not presume to in

struct you in the formalities of your duties; you know them sufficiently to have pledged your honor as men to observe them. But be spirited in their exercise-move with the energy that characterizes your actions in less important matters-be inspired with a laudable emulation to excel-not only in the duties you are called upon to perform-but also in displaying in all their effulgence those principles of benevolence which we are united to perpetuate.

may set it running in our streets as a tributary to our beautiful straits, until its waters shall bear off this tide of death-and "its. purity shall wash away the stains of black intemperance.”.

We

Why is it that our order shows any signs of decline or languishing? It is because we forget the object of our formation. come together our most important object to get a quorum that we may hurry through the form of our business, and then retire without having gone a step towards the furtherance of our obligated purpose. If we join to do a fashionable good, and use for it the best talents we may possess as long as the object of its use remains a popular one, and relax when that exertion be

comes

one entirely of principle, may we not expect that we will lose all that we have gained? We do not sufficiently bring our object in view by exerting ourselves not only as an order, but individually to keep up an interest in the great work, another reason of our decline is that we make our plans too general. We as a Division can not expect to do the work of the whole order. We must leave each branch to do the work of its own department, taking some local or specific ground to build upon, let us not leave it until our project is gained and complete. Our deportment in the Division Room should be such as will make the work characterize the object. These meetings are essential to the systematic pushing forward of our means to the end.

Brothers all, you are instructed before taking upon yourselves our obligations, that the Order of the Sons of Temperance was instituted as the strongest and closest bond of union among the friends of total abstinance to encourage and sustain each other in the paths of temperance-virtue, and honor—and I am not leaving my subject-if I officially, offer to you as private members a few words of advice- and urge you to a more faithful performance of the work we have taken upon ourselves voluntarily to do-you will not ask what there is for us to do, with a work crowding upon us that would fill the heart and hand of super-human benevolence. With the power that this vast element of sin has upon the heart of man-while the tear of sympathy is daily glistening in our eyes-while human Devils glut their avarice at such an awful price-while widows and orphans cry out for vengeance on the inhuman traffic that has made them the poor deserted beings they are-work is not wanting for a Son of Temperance. We may have our hands full in Ours is the best plan that has ever been filling up the graves, that are dug by the devised forgetting the insolent and arbitrary rum-seller for his victims, and leading him king of ruin, debauch and shame under over it to a life of usefulness and honor.- strong hands, in iron gloves, that will press We may fill a long life with joy and happi-him down into, and bring him to a moral Loss, by giving back to the heart-stricken and leg grave and fill it up to a level with father an crring con-bir ding up, the brokea ¦ the path of reet tule that vi tue and Lonor heart of the wife, as we lead back the repentant husband-and may expect God's blessing under the prayers of the aged mother, for our instrumentality in the salvation of her child from this blighting evil. We may take down the glittering temptation from before the eyes of its wretched victim. We

We

may not stumble over his remains. If then
this object is so desirable we should be more
strenuous in advancing the cause.
should cherish with our whole hearts a plan
that may do so much for God's service and
man's happiness. Let none suppose that he
comes here to kill time or for amusement,

and if any have mistaken that for the object, let them be undeceived on the subject.

Although much good has been done in this glorious reform, and many victories, have been won over from the power of the despotic Tyrant, and many noble trophies of our conquests may now be exhibited, in the persons of the reformed and blessed-and the many happy homes that are this evening cheerful, that were once dreary and sad, and multitudes of glad hearts and smiling countenances of wives and children that will welcome home their husbands and fathers not from the scenes of brawls and dissipation-but from their Divisions and sacred work as Sons of Temperance; and while this is cause of gratitude and rejoicing-it gives no time for relaxation, much less indifference or inaction, for the foe is still in the field, and although defeated at one point, he rallies at another—and while one fire has been quenched another has been kindled,and when the cry of woe has been stopped at one of his altars of immolation, he has reared another, and the shrieks of the sacrificed

victims are still heard in the land.

When the beaker's brim with rust is dim
Because no lip will press it;

When the worm is dead, which ever fed

On the heart that dared caress it;
When the gay false light of the eyes so bright
Be too true for thought to smother;
When the art be lost, and the demon tossed,
And man tempt not his brother.

Then peaceful and blest, from toil ye may rest;
Else, rest is but in heaven-

For shame still lies in sad wet eyes;

Still hearts with wo, are riven,
Then, Brothers, on! though the night be gone,
And the morning glory breaking;
Though your toils be blest, ye may not rest
For danger-danger's waking.

SINCERITY.

BE SINCERE! wreathe no smile, wear no mask, under which lies coiled the serpent of falsehood and duplicity; speak with your lips that which your actions may justify, that which your heart approves, that which a good conscience dictates, or be silent Do you say there are some cases in which sin cerity is out of the question?

A God of truth has commanded us to lie Then Brothers, let me repeat, there is no not at all, and what is insincerity but a time for rest-but to renew our strength at spoken or acted untruth? You have a friend; the holy altar of our principle and go forth he is as dear to you as one can be, not bound to mighty battle and certain victory-and by the ties of nature; he greets you with a we may take courage in our blessed work-pleasing face, gains your confidence, comes by the interesting fact that the virtuous to you at all hours, sits by your hearth, eats and good are on our side, their prayers aid us, and their sympathies bless us-but best of all, God is on our side, and who can successfully oppose us. THEN

"ON, brothers, on! though the night be gone,
And the morning glory breaking!
Though your toils be blest, ye may not rest,
For danger's ever waking;

Ye have spread your sail, ye have braved the gale
And calm o'er the sea is creeping,

But I know by the sky that danger's nigh-
There's yet no time for sleeping! |

Still dingy walls nurse midnight brawls,
Up from the vale is wreathing

A fatal cloud the soul to shroud,
While man its poison's breathing,
Still vice is seen in glittering sheen
In the ruby bubble laughing;

But Death his shrine has reared in wine;
And the young blood he is quaffing.

at your table, even sleeps by your side. His presence is as sunshine to you; in difficul ty you go to him, in joy you ask his participation, in sorrow you seek his consolation. But the knowledge comes to you, no matter how or when, that dear friend has abused your infirmities. Oh, the crushing weight that falls upon your heart as these things are revealed; "can it be?" you murmur,with a glance that strives in vain to mount heavenward.

The man, by his insincerity, has blackened his soul, and planted the seeds of rebellion, perchance in yours; for it is hard to have good faith towards your fellows, while the heart-strings, torn and quivering, vibrate to the rude hand that has swept only to de