The Connecticut Observer, And New York Congregationalist

Communicated.

New York, Feb. 17, 1840.

Mr. Editor,—I was much gratified in hearing, through your last, from my Pomfret friends;—that they have been so persevering and successful in again routing the wolf. I saw when I addressed them and recounted the exploits of former years, that the eyes of the old men kindled up, and they were all ready to

"Shoulder their crutch
And fight their battles o'er again;"

but I knew that this monster, ycleped Alcohol, would require all the vigor of their young men through a ten years war; and yet if they would engage in it with a Putnam perseverance and Putnam courage, they would ultimately triumph. The cunning creature has fawned and flattered, and growled and shown its fiery eyeballs, but it has destroyed too many innocent sheep to be spared; and at length the men of Pomfret have given it its quietus; taverners, retailers and all. 123 to 80. Well done men of Pomfret; a good vote.

The old wolf was traced up to Hartford and back by the loss of one of her toes

The Anthropophagos, man-eater, has been up, not once or twice, but year after year to get its license to kill. Its track has been one of blood. Many a fine young man of Pomfret and the neighbouring towns has been given in sacrifice; but I trust the last one has been offered, and these bloody rites will henceforth be known only in history.

In many places, political demagogues, hoping to profit by making friends of such a harpy, have cried out, 'spare its life;'—but I am happy to see that in Pomfret, men of both political parties came up to the work, shoulder to shoulder. This is greatly to their honor. Indeed what kind of patriots must they be, who, for the sake of office, will suffer such a monster in the land; and what the hope of a party which in the face of public sentiment now formed, will continue to license men to sell rum?

As an old laborer in the field, I rejoice in the progress of temperance in Connecticut; and particularly, that so many towns have decidedly said, we will neither, for money nor public favor, have the accursed traffic amongst us. If the friends of temperance hold on, and hold up the great facts, and show what Alcohol has done, and, if permitted, will continue to do, I venture to predict that, ere long, it will be driven out of their coasts—down into the depths of the sea; for I am equally confident that neither New York, nor Rhode Island, nor Massachusetts, no not Massachusetts with all her crouching, will consent to harbor it.

Please to commend me to my friends in Abington (Pomfret,) and bid them keep up their watch-fires and hot pursuit throughout the country, until the whole family are completely exterminated.

Yours truly,
John Marsh.