The Connecticut Observer, And New York Congregationalist

TEMPERANCE POEM.

Dr. Charles Jewett, who is indefatigable in his efforts to promote the cause of Temperance, delivered a Poem before the Convention on Wednesday evening, which was received with much favor, and was speedily ordered to be published. The Dr. seems to have restrained his facetious propensities, and the production is throughout in quite a serious strain. It contains much good sense as well as entertainment, and will be read with avidity. The following lines are selected as a specimen.

"Oh my lov'd country when shalt thou be freed
From this foul curse, if in thine utmost need
Thine ablest sons desert thy cause, and throw
Their influence to sustain thy greatest foe.
Alas! intemperance with poisonous breath
Like dire contagion, spreads disease and death,
Gives to ungodly appetites the sway,
And makes thy cherished sons her easy prey,
Delighted hears bereaved widow's wail,
And smiles complacent at the orphan's tale;
The clanking of her chain, her victim hears,
And yet to wear it still his hands prepares.
She takes from him all that is good within,
Prunes and encourages the growth of sin,
Stirs the malignant passions of his breast
Till all the demon stands at once confess'd.
Beclouds the noon of life with midnight's gloom,
Concludes her work and hides him in the tomb.
His soul unwash'd ascends to meet his God
And that foul trade is guilty of his blood,
Yet those who saw him fall and mark'd his end,
Uphold the business, sanction and defend "

Christian Watchman.