The Port Gibson Herald, And Correspondent

Plain Talk.

Mrs. Swisshelm, of the Pittsburg Saturday Visitor, goes for horsewhipping drunkards to reform them, and in answer to those who charge her with want of womanly sympathy, quotes the passage, "Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth." Of the tippling shops and their victims she speaks after this fashion:

If we were a man-if we were a voter-we would vote down the doggeries. As we are a woman, if we had a husband, father or brother, who was likely to become a victim to the serpent of the still, we would take their disease in time-in the first stages-and warn the dram-sellers within reach not to encroach on our hearth; and if they persisted we would burn down their establishments, with as clear a conscience as we would build a fire to burn the June bugs and save our plums.

This will be called incendiary doctrine; but desperate diseases want desperate remedies; and where our own happiness and the life and soul and honor of one dear to us, are at stake, it would not be well for the man who stood between us and his salvation, if we had concluded that salvation possible. We would never advise any other to such a remedy; for the penalty would be imprisonment for life; but we would consider this a positive blessing compared to loathing the besotted face of one we had loved. To us no object on earth is so loathsome, so hateful, so abominable as a drunkard. We could not live near one, for we should die of a sick stomach.

It may be very angelic for a pure-minded, virtuous woman to love and caress a great drunken beast, but for our share we have not the slightest pretensions to being an angel, and the coil of an Anaconda would be quite as pleasant a corsage as the entwining of a drunkard's arm.-From the smell they have on the street, one would imagine the angel that staid near them long would require to be pretty strongly scented with brimstone. Evil communications corrupt good manners, and people are forbidden to be unequally yoked! We can think of no yoke so unequal as that which would bind a decent woman to a drunkard; and we most firmly believe, that so far from its being a duty for a wife to live with a drunken husband, it is a violation of the laws of God and the dictates of common sense and common decency. A woman who would persist in so living, should be shut up in a lunatic asylum. Grant it, that she has a right to dispose of herself as she pleases! Has she any right to entail misery and degradation upon a helpless offspring? Has she any right to furnish the State with paupers and criminals? Has the drunkard any right to hand down his vices and their consequences to posterity?