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" ' The Maple Dell of '76' is a temperance tract in verse, by Mrs. 0. A. Pow
ers, who relates, with evident feeling, the too common story of a home niado
desolate by the curse of drink. The story is evidently truthful, and is told in
an artless way that disarms criticism. It is printed for the author, who sells the
little book for the support of her family. Philadelphia Times.

" This is a poem with a moral, and recounts the sufferings of a wife married
to an intemperate husband, besides criticising with great freedom the laws by
which she suffered. It is a curiosity in literature." Philadelphia Ledger.

" ' The Maple Dell' is the title of a volume of verse by Mrs. 0. A. Powers. It
depicts the evils of intemperance, and is the story of a wife's suffering. Mrs.
Powers is selling her book for her livelihood." Philadelphia Chronicle-Herald.

" This is a remarkable collection of poems. The theme is a home made deso
late by drink. The artless method of poetical expression is novel as well as
surprising. We hardly think the reader will be content with a single extract.
The desire will be to devour the whole. The poems disarm criticism, as well as
criticising the laws under which the writer was a sufferer, married to an in
temperate husband, from whom there was no divorce. The book is a curiosity
In literature. The author, Mrs. Powers, is asking our citizens to purchase it for
the support of her family." Elmira (N. .) iMiily Advertiser.

" ' The Maple Dell of '76' is the title of a volume of poems by Mrs. O. A.
Powers, who is now selling the work in this city for a livelihood. It is a versi
fied temperance story, told with great pathos and feeling, and recounts the too
common story of a home desolated by the curse of strong drink. The volume
cannot fail to exert a healthful influence in the. cause of temperance, and no
family should be without a copy." Auburn (N. Y.) Daily Advertiser.

" The sad story is told in a frank and artless way, and if it could be read by
every person addicted to the use of strong drink, it would make thousands of
converts to the temperance cause." Syracuse (N. Y.) Daily Journal.

" ' The Maple Dell of '76' is the title of a story in verse, written by Mrs. 0. A.
Powers, and now in its second edition. The authoress, who is a worthy woman,
is now canvassing this city for the little volume. ' The Maple Dell' has the
merit of sincerity, ami tells a true temperance story with more than customary
power and pathos." Utica (N. Y.) Morniiiy Herald.

"'The Maple Dell.' The above is the title of an intensely interesting tem
perance story in verse, written by Mrs. 0. A. Powers, who is now in this city
canvassing for it. Mrs. Powers is well known to our citizens, having before
visited us canvassing for another of her works, which was very popular with
our people. A home desolated by the wine-cup is the foundation of ' The Maple
Dell,' and while the story is sad, it is remarkably interesting and very enter
taining and wholesome reading. To peruse it will do more good than a thou
sand temperance lectures from the rostrum, and great good could be done by the
philanthropic by purchasing large numbers of this most deserving lady, who hits
suffered from the woes she so vividly depicts, and scattering among our people.
Mrs. Powei-s, while doing a blessed work in the great cause that should be dear
to every Christian heart, is striving in this way to supjwrt her household, and
our citizens who gave her such a generous welcome before, we believe will feel
that she deserves all the kindly assistance they can give her by purchasing her
book." Bmyhamton (N. Y.) Dnily Leader.

"Mre. 0. A. Powers is a lady who is entitled to no small amount of credit for
her perseverance in supporting her family by selling a littlp volume of poems,
and not less for being herself the author of the vci-ses. The book is called
' The Maple Dell of '76,' and is a most effective document, it being a narrative
illustrating the evil of intemperance. It is the story of a family whose for
tunes were blasted by the curse of liquor. Being founded upon an actual ex
perience, the mure interest is added to the pathetic tale. Mrs. Powers is at
present in this city engaged in the toilsome task of earning a livelihood by
selling her book." Rochester (N. Y.) Lady Union and Advertiser.


"... Such Is the tale of the woes of Adelia as told by Mrs. Powers. We need
not say that it is a work of rare originality. Those who have read this little
outline will recognize that without our saying it, and those may their num
ber be many whose appreciation of the Good, the True, and the Beautiful,
may lead them to purchase the volume and pursue their studies further, will
find that they have caught but a glimpse of the glories within. They will
find that for the trifling sum of seventy-five cents they have obtained a work
which will infuse good morals into giddy youth, refresh and comfort over
worked middle age, and smooth the path of age to the grave. They will also
have the satisfaction of knowing that they have contributed to the support of
the author, whose sole means of livelihood is through the sales of her poems."
Buffalo (N. Y.) Rrpress.

"A neat little volume, whose title is 'The Maple Dell of T6,' is before us.
It contains a poem with a moral, and depicts the trials and tribulations of a
woman who gives her hand in marriage to a man addicted to strong drink.
There is a vein of pathos running through lines which cannot fail to touch the
hearts of the sympathetic. The authoress, Mrs. 0. A. Powers, is canvassing
the city and should meet with a warm reception." Buffalo (N. Y.) Sunday
Morning News.

" ' The Maple Dell of '76,' by Mrs. 0. A. Powers, is the title to a small volume
of verse, wh:ch purports to tell the stnry of a marriage made unhappy by the
inebriate habits of a husband. It is certainly a very vivid picture of domestic
unhfippiiirax, and the author deserves encouragement in the sal" of her book,
from which she derives her livelihood and independence." Buffalo (N. Y.)
Daily Courier.

"This collection of poems is remarkable. The title only gives rhe location
of the story, which is that of a home desolated by the terrible curse of strong
drink. It is founded upon an actual experience, and as a temperance tract it
is most instructive and effective. The woes of the family whose fortunes were
blasted are graphically and vividly depicted, and the criticisms of the author
of the laws which compelled the wife and mother to suffer from the cruelty of
her husband are pointed and keen Mrs. Powers, the author, is in the city dis
posing of her book, and she should meet with hearty encouragement. We
have here a large temperance element, and the book should have an extended
sale." Washington (D. C.) Republican, Jan. 7, 1882.

"Among the contributions to the literary world, there are none more inter
esting nor commendable than 'The Maple Dell of '76.' It is a charming tem
perance book in verse, by Mrs. 0. A. Powers, whose pen pictures of the havoc,
desolation, and misery brought about by strong drink are truthful and real.
It should be read by all victims of intemperance and those who are not."
Washington (D. C.) Critic, Dec. 30, 1881.

"'The Maple Dell of '76' re the title of what may properly be called a do
mestic poem, relating the infelicities of a matrimonial alliance that was
blighted by a husband s intemperance. The verses arc simple ami expressive,
and embody a moral that may be taken home with profit to the hearts of every
household." Washington (D. C.) Pott, Jan. 30, 1882.

"Mrs. O. A. Powers has written a poem entitled 'The Maple Dell of '76,'
which is a temperance lecture in rhyme. The story is told in plain, strong
Bullish, and the picture it draws may be recognized as true to the life by every
ri-ader who has seen anything of the world." Harrisburg Telegraph, Dec. 8, 1881 .






Copyright, 1878, by MRS. 0. A. POWERS.



THIS book is respectfully dedicated to all the
friends of suffering humanity, those who believe
in the Golden Rule, and practice it in word and deed.

This volume has at least one merit, and that is,
brevity. A gifted author says :

" Books are like leaves, and where they most abound
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found ;
And from his logic we may reason hence,
The fewer leaves in books the more the sense."

Adelia, the lawyer's first wife, who never broke
the marriage-vow, was subpoenaed, to give the history
of her matrimonial experience, by Lieutenant Jurist,
a " handsome" attorney and counsellor-at-law. She
at once proceeded to give a faithful narrative of the
ten years of his intemperate legislation through which
she had passed for the Court of Common Pleas in
Pennsylvania. Soon as the legal mandate was obeyed,
Adelia was informed that if she presented her state
ment to the Keystone Court, Lieutenant Jurist would
procure a writ of habeas corpus, and take possession
of her only child.

"Whoever takes my child from me,
Will be unsafe on land or sea.

I thought slavery was abolished years ago. Does
a servile law still exist to disgrace the statute books
permitting the separation of mother and child ?

Lieutenant Jurist himself, with a canteen full of



whiskey, took up arms against the South to help ex
terminate slavery, and just before he left the North
to go on that mission, he displayed his military
prowess on his wife by striking her with his fist.
While the tears poured down her cheeks, she said
that if any colored woman was treated as cruelly in
the South as she was in the North by her wine-
bibbing, belligerent husband, she hoped and prayed
that devastating Avar would rage till the besom of
destruction had swept tyranny from the face of the
whole earth.

Long years have passed since Freedom's birth,
Does wrong still triumph over earth ?

Ye friends of suffering humanity, Adelia, not
knowing what cruel habeas corpus writ may next
be threatened by a sworn traitor in "this land of
the free and home of the brave," requests me to
dedicate this biography to you, and she wishes me
to ask you if you will please be kind enough to
send her legal statement forth on the " wings of the
morning," and to take good care of her child, and
let him not be kidnapped by Bacchus.

For the rich and the poor there's a grave and a shroud,
But a Jersey divorce makes the lawyer more proud ;
He can court with his license beyond Maple Dell
Without any fear of a bigamist's cell.

Oh, when will the laurels of honest renown

Be worn by the victors who trample vice down ?

Knight-errants of mercy who battled for right,

Has all their true valor departed from sight ?

Are the just and the noble, the wise and the brave,

All sculptured in marble, and cold in the grave ?

Oh, when will the triumph of virtue and truth

Be honored by age and respected by youth,

And the golden age visit earth's planet once more,

With good deeds prolific that none need deplore ?



A Mother's Counsel 9

Adelia marries the Lawyer 11

The Students' Serenade 12

The Deacon comes ........ 13

Seeking a Home .14

The Mountain Exiles 23

Adelia alone with the Lawyer's Infant . . . .25
Miss Alice comes . . . . . . .26

The Lawyer comes 27

The Lawyer continues to Imbibe 30

The Lawyer's Father Laments 31

The Court of Love 33

Courting in the Maple Dell . ... 35

The Lawyer's Vesperee in the Maple Dell . .40

Delilah's Vesperee in the Maple Dell . . . .41

The Freemason Lodge 44

The Lawyer's Matinee in the Maple Dell . . .45
Delilah's Matinee in the Maple Dell . . . .46

Adelia writes to her Hushand 47

Jurist writes to his Wife 47

Adelia Prays 48

Courting in the Maple Dell continues . . . .49
The Lawyer's Vesperee in the Maple Dell . . .51

The Court of Justice 57

Jurist vs. Adelia 59

A Subpoena in Divorce 61



Adelia's Statement 62

Lieutenant Jurist 69

Pennsylvania's Verdict 76

A Telegram to Themis and Bellona 77

A Telegram to Delilah 78

A Telegram to Excelsior 79

A Telegram to Beau-Monde-Beau Society . . .81
Courting in the Maple Dell continues . . . .83
The Lawyer's Vesperee in the Maple Dell . . .84
A Telegram to the Hon. Court of New Jersey Chancery,

of 1876 85

A Telegram to Church-going People . . . .91

Farewell, Farewell Forever 91

The Highest and Best Court . .... 95



THE eve before marriage a good mother said :
" Adelia, wait longer ; 'tis solemn to wed.
'Tis true there is beauty in his brilliant eyes,
He talks like a lover true, honest, and wise ;
Yet you would be safer, Adelia, my child,
If you would reject him. This world is a wild
Of poor wedded people, who suffer and roam,
Devoid of the comforts and blessings of home.
Here rich fields are blooming with clover and wheat,
And our cellars are filled with plenty to eat ;
'Twas here that you drew your first infantile breath ;
And here you can live from your birth till your death.
This homestead your father provided for you
Will keep you in comforts as you journey through
The light and the shadow on life's human tide,
Let the silver bells ring for another his bride.
Poor people in trouble have come here for years ;
Your fattier and I have both looked on their tears
And given them rations of nourishing food.
The farms are prolific, the orchards are good,
A marriage may bring you as lowly as these
To whom we have given the meat, bread, and cheese.



Look out on this valley where you have a share,
Broad acres yield for us enough and to spare.
Had I, like a gypsy, consented to roam,
In the desert might be your desolate home."

" Oh, mother, I love him ! Do, do let me go !
Without him my heart is an organ of woe.
Young Jurist is wooing so charming and bland,
Farewell to the orchards and fine cultured land.
Please give your consent, and his fortunes I'll try,
He never will cause me to famish and sigh.
He's brave and he's handsome, the best one of all
The valiant coterie that ever did call.
My mind is fixed on him, and he is my choice,
Enraptured I listen to hear his dear voice.
He sings from best poets the sweetest of songs,
He never was guilty of criminal wrongs.
He loves from pure motives of honor and truth,
He says, ' We'll live happy as Boaz and Ruth.' ' ;

" Though his words and his deeds seem genial and


No friend like a mother a daughter can find.
Home comforts and blessings are treasured in store,
And loving ones faithful, why wish you for more ?
The orchards have blossomed and fruitful the trees,
'Mid the chirping of birds and the humming of bees,
The hives flow with honey, and bowls flow with cream,
O why should a lawyer be your chosen theme ?
Paths wind through the meadow and fine shady grove,
Your time is your own : you can work, read, or rove,
You can drive through the valley the sorrel or the

Your marriage may banish home comforts away,


The garden is blooming to welcome your eyes,
And are you not happy 'ueath bright smiling skies ?"

" My present and future, for sorrow or weal,

Depends upon Jurist ; 'tis true love I feel.

His standard of virtue is noble and high,

Upon him my future can safely rely.

'Tis true love illumines his dark flashing eyes,

And for me he's pleading with eloquent sighs,

Oh, mother, I know that he brings a good fate,

For me he has come from Pacific's gold State.

Oh, give your consent or the world will look drear,

Without him I'll languish 'mid blooming fields here "

" My child, you love deeply, I sigh a consent,

May God in his mercy pitch safely your tent !

J Tis sad for a mother when children depart,

The loved ones she nurtured upon her warm heart.

Maternal affection like mine suffers pain,

The thoughts of your welfare are filling my brain ;

But as you're a captive and love is a snare,

I hope that your captor will give you good care.

Wherever you wander, wherever you stay,

Look upward for strength and remember to pray."


No festal rejoicing, no feast was prepared,

The flocks and the herds from slaughter were spared

Her mother and brothers refused to attend,

To see her united with Jurist, her friend.


'Tvvas less than one year since her father had died,
And sable crape hung on the form of the bride,
While hope, blessed hope, filled her heart and her


She judged of the living by him that was dead.
She thought of her father, who always was kind,
And thought best of virtues in manhood combined.

No science had taught her that flesh from a horse*
Could make man inconstant in love's sacred course,
She thought he was made in God's image of dust,
And, like his Creator, was pure, kind, and just.
No vision presented a wine-glass or flask
That time in the future would ever unmask.
The pastor's own parlor was cheerful and bright,
Adelia and Jurist were wedded all right.


THE eve after marriage the students in glee,

Assembled to have a fine jubilee.

They gathered around the home of the bride,

Like an army with banners they marched side by side ;

Came up to the garden and gave a salute

With musket and viol, drum, fife, and lute.

The bride's mother descended and said to the boys,

" Come into my basement, we need no applause ;

* Adelia does not yet believe the unscientific new-fangled
notion that man was originally created from horse-flesh or
dog-flesh, although the fidelity of a biped like Jurist is very
diminutive when compared with that of a faithful quadruped.


The coffee and apples, the mince-pies and cake,
You're welcome to eat, and most freely partake,
For coming unbidden with gladsome salute,
To welcome the bridegroom with viol and lute.

" Some students are merry 'mid plenty or dearth,
In spite of sage teachers they glory in mirth.
Be good and be happy, no one need despair,
The moonlight is charming and frosty the air.
Don't court till a cottage is yours without rent;
With text-books of knowledge, young men, be con

Let not busy Cupid allure you to wed
Until you are able to earn your own bread.
Take care of your hearts and take care of your health,
Remember that wisdom is better than wealth.
Young men, be ye valiant for virtue and right ;
The college bell rings and I bid you good-night."


NEXT morning strange tidings came over the hill,
A gocd deacon brought them, and they caused a


" Adelia, I'm told that you are married," he said ;
" You are a church member, I'm told that you're wed
To a man who drinks whiskey and treats the whole


If this be a fact you will see a dark cloud ;
The ' Slackness of darkness' will hang o'er your life ;
You cannot be happy if such a man's wife."


Adelia felt hopeful, and said, " He is pure ;
I think that his love for me will endure.
I think that this rumor is false and untrue ;
But I am aware it was not made by you.
With whiskey I'll never make one compromise,
Its sparkling potations shall not blear my eyes.
No rum-cloud to darken my future appears ;
Of vapors from alcohol I have no fears."

" I felt it my duty to warn you before ;

The shadows may deepen to make you deplore.

I hope that your husband may prove good and true

And ever be faithful and gentle to you ;

In purest affection I hope you may dwell

And your union prove happy. Adelia, farewell."

" The Lord of all wisdom is able to save
A wine-glass from digging out soil for my grave.
Good deacon, your duty most faithful is done,
As yet I'm exempt from the riots of rum.
I'll pray the Great Master to daily provide,
And send a good angel to stay by my side,
To guard me from perils by day and by night.
I thank you for holding a signal in sight,
And if in my future clouds gather in view,
I'll think of your warning and friendly adieu."


IN marriage united, the bridegroom and bride
Looked out in the world for a home to reside.
Her mother gave plenty to help him prepare,
And Jurist demanded Adelia's whole share.


He said Jersey law placed them all in his hold,
And he would take care of her bank-notes and gold.
They went over rivers and mountains to find
A cottage and climate of favorable kind.
On the bank of St. Croix they found an abode,
And Jurist a garden of vegetables sowed ;
He ploughed and he planted, then let the rank weeds
Grow up and choke out agricultural seeds.
Adelia toiled faithful to have a good home,
While Jurist drank freely and went forth to roam.
He mixed ale and porter, wine, brandy, and beer ;
They boiled in his stomach, the riot was near.
He lingered in bar-rooms till late in the night,
Came home from his comrades prepared for a fight.
He swore and he raved for the battle and feud,
While Adelia prepared him warm raiment and food.
Before and since marriage, alas ! his reform
Was brief as the crackling of a blazing thorn.

" Adelia," said he, " butter costs me too much,
It is too expensive for your lips to touch ;
This winter without it you surely must do,
Forty cents for one pound costs too much to feed


Short rations when wedded one year and no more,
She never had heard of privation before.
She told him the Devil owned grog-shops and stills,
But God owned the cattle on thousands of hills ;
Good bread and good butter were wholesome to eat,
God never intended that corn, rye, and wheat
Should turn into whiskey to brutalize man,
While women were starving, 'twas no righteous plan.
Poor women and childi'en in poverty clad,
Deprived of home comforts, by hunger made sad ;


Young faces looked aged in life's early morn,
For want of provision, the wheat, rye, and corn ;
The millions of bushels of nourishing grain,
The forty million bushels from hillside and plain,
All yearly destroyed in producing vile drink,
To drown best of virtues, in vices worst sink.

" Adelia, I swear that you are another
Pious fanatic, and worse than your mother.
The climate is cold, and Wisconsin is high ;
Here flasks and decanters will never get dry.
-I swear you're a source of more sorrow than joy,
Come, pack up your goods, and we'll seek Illinois."

In fair Elgin city he started a home,
All covered with mortgage from cellar to dome ;
He planted a garden, it blossomed in town,
Prolific with nettles and thistles' bright down ;
Wild grasses grew thrifty, and covered the spot,
Potatoes and cabbage could vegetate not ;
And if she looked for them in summer or fall,
She needed a microscope, they were so small.
'Tis not in high latitudes only that rum
Makes domestic affections to sorrow succumb ;
No matter what climate, how balmy and fair,
The storm-cloud of whiskey brings blackest despair.
A house was divided by whiskey's high tide.
No rainbow of promise gave cheer to the bride.
She hoped on and hoped on that he would reform,
And bright days of happiness follow the storm.

A fair infant came, and Adelia's warm heart
Hoped the demon of rum would forever depart ;
That Jurist, the father, would love his first-born,
And dash down the wine-cup that makes home forlorn.


The babe was unhappy, she moaned night and day,
She soared from this earth on bright pinions away ;
And Jurist kept drinking the same as before ;
He came from his cups to hold riot once more.
He pulled up Adelia from out the arm-chair,
And said, " For gymnastics you now must prepare ;
Youi head to the ceiling now upright move fleet,
While into my hands I will steady your feet,
And then I'll reverse your position, for once
You shall stand on your head, my poor, crazy dunce."
Adelia begged Jurist to let her have rest,
She told him his doings caused painful distress ;
But Jurist, unconscious, with rum in his head,
Would heed not one word of the warning she said.
The nerves were all stretched, and the organs gave way ;
Oh, that deed was more cruel than daggers that slay.
Adelia just rising from her travail-bed
Was not an athletic to stand on her head ;
But rum has its license to torture with grief,
And open new graves to give women relief.
For months she was helpless and suffered with pain ;
On the bed and arm-chair she was forced to remain.
She looked like a shadow of her former self.
He sent her to Jersey in quest of lost health,
Where salt-water breezes cotdd waft and restore

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