Democratic Enquirer

The Bar-Room.
Young man! has not your eye been frequently attracted to a sign having the following ominous word on it?
"BAR"
Avoid the place; it is no misnomer: The experience of thousands have proved it to be.
A Bar to Respectability
A Bar to Honor;
A Bar to Happiness;
A Bar to Domestic Felicity;
A Bar to Heaven.
Every day proves it to be.
The road to Degradation;
The road to Vice;
The road to the Gambler's Hell;
The road to the Brothel;
The road to poverty;
The road to Wretchedness;
The road to Robbery;
The road to Murder;
The road to Prison;
The road to the Gallows;
The road to the Drunkard's grave;
The road to Hell
Some, it is true, do not pass through all of these stages; but intemperance persisted in, always ends in the drunkard's grave, and, we have too much reason to fear, in hell.
The bar-room is truly.
The curse of the drunkard's wife;
The curse of the drunkard's child;
The curse of the drunkard's home.
Those only who have known the bitterness of a drunkard's wife or child can know the misery and the horror of a drunkard's home.
Young man! before you enter the bar room, stop! Ponder the paths of your feet ere it be forever too late!
Man of family! flee from the bar-room, as you would in honor fulfill the pledge of love made to her who is the companion of your joys and sorrows.
"I tell you what, wife, I've got the plans all in my head."
"Ah, then it's all in a nutshell."
"How can I expand my chest," asked a stingy fellow of a physician. "By carrying a larger heart in it," the doctor replied.