. The North Carolina Presbyterian. who have worked for you farinto the night, until ttieir heads reeled, theireyes swato and their fingers ached and evenbled—how their hearts throbbed, theirbosoms exulted, and their eyes dilated withjoy when they heard of your succeeses;how their cheeks paled, their heads droop-ed, their Umgues stopped, when they heardof your excesses I If you could see them,did I say ? You may, with a very smallettort of imacination, see them, and hearthem too. You may see and hear yourwives and children and aiaters and sweet-nearts, with streaming eyes, uplifted handsand sup
. The North Carolina Presbyterian. who have worked for you farinto the night, until ttieir heads reeled, theireyes swato and their fingers ached and evenbled—how their hearts throbbed, theirbosoms exulted, and their eyes dilated withjoy when they heard of your succeeses;how their cheeks paled, their heads droop-ed, their Umgues stopped, when they heardof your excesses I If you could see them,did I say ? You may, with a very smallettort of imacination, see them, and hearthem too. You may see and hear yourwives and children and aiaters and sweet-nearts, with streaming eyes, uplifted handsand supplicating looks, imploring you toda^il the prusoued cup from your lipe, whichthey have so often fondly preaaed. Andwill vou render them less sweet atid lewworthy t» be pressed again ,bv pol-luting them with impure liquor! Youmay picture the majeatic form and awfulvoice of Washington saying to you, if I,with bnt a handfiil of undisciplined troops,far inferiqr in appoiotmenta to you, passedvictorioualy through a seven years war:. It b«a been oftan obierved that preaab- i ^^p #orld,-a fsIthlrlWobrI i-Sft^- higheMt<j. a B3^^citizeeehij^iij a wnal, butof (rod mwSUsaciidoeem iid^ttioaeirbe tte e4« /rft-VI ^ /ifvr»- and often marked our retreat through thesnows of winter by the blood that drippedfrom our raked feet, with but a very mode-rate use of ardent spirits, cannot you dothe same? You may see the GuardianAngel, the Protecting Genius of the Con-federacy standing over you with alarmedvisage/rent robes, bleeding body, but stillhopeful acd triumphant look, imploring yonby all tlie memories of the past, by themomentons stake of the Present, and itsconsequences to the Future, not to sully orsink her cause by surrendering yourselvesto so ignoble a toe as Whiskey. Then Men, Freemen, Fellow, BrotherCountry men. Soldiers of Freedom, dashthe Iving beverage of Satan from your a Yankee ally in every bottle, and outwith vour sword and off with its head ; andmay God strengthe
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