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my neighbors neglected the drunkapage corner torn away one of my children died from hunger page corner torn Disease has ceised upon my frame, a corner torn off soon be in my grave but I have flead here to save the lives of the 2 little ones that are left. Go to the State prison and ask its inmates who sent you here? 3/4ths will say alcohol, alcohol. Ask that poor ^chained fellow with dark bright downcast eyes, Good friend how came you here, and what means that chain? Ah I was once a prosperous merchant but I loved the social glass neglected my business got involved failed in my business went to the tavern to drown my sorrow and bury my disgrace, I forged a note to supply me with funds was caught and sent here. Once have I escaped, but lo? alcohol wound his chains about me and brought me back. Look in yonder corner at that discontented victim Listen to his history. I says he was a rumseller. At first my conscience reproved me for my work of death but I turned a deaf ear to its warnings till at last I became hardened and it died away in my bosom. I have witnessed the ^gay and promising young man coming up to my bar call for a glass of wine, pull of his fine kid glove to receive it, call again the next day - crossed out in 4 or 5 days and then every 2 days and every day and twice a day returning [[each time m - crossed out]] continually more and more miserably clad taking whisky for wine and rum for bear. I first saw him the worse for liquor bef -smudged witnessed the thrill of supprize which ran through the place at the fall of so respectable a man. With an observing eye I beheld the clouds of degradation gather around him, and poverty gradually crawl over him and eat his garments with its moth teeth. His young and beautiful wife, pale with