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(Jum vini vis penetravit,
Consequitur gravitas membrorum, proepediuntur
Crura vaccillanti, tardescit lingua, madet mens.
Nant oculi, clamor, singultus, jurgia gliscunt.

Lucretius, Lib. iii. Ver. 47F




Entered accordmg lo Act of Conan'ess, in the year 1847, by


In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachasett?.


Amonr i'le moit favotable nolicei, which have been no kindly be»towcd upon ihe Tamprrane*
Talei, there have been occa«ionul mrictiireM upon the exhibition of deiioonn, rhiirch-mcnibeii, and
eker^yinen, in an unfavoralile lif^lil. The itory now ollered to the world, itmv be read wMhout
diiijiiietude, by ihoiie, who are «cn»itive npon thi> point. A reupcctful regard for the opiniona of
otlirm h.'ii prompted the writer to oiler u plain exiioaition of hin own.

If, in llieiie humble eliortu to promote the welfare of mankind, rA« Ao/y oj^ce of paiitor and iti
Cfirrelulive office* of deacon and ctiurch-inember had anywiierc, on any paue, been othuiv^JM
approached ihan with ntleclionate renpeiM, there would a»Bur/;dly have been {food ground of oli'cnce
Jim II hiti been fur oiherwiie. Not only have theoe o£i:e», as «uch, been presented in the moat
r.'»pe.-ilul point of view, but example* can readily be found, over the length and breadth of the
Temperance Talei, of indiviiluul deacons, church-mernbers, and clergymen, of the most pious uad
exemplnry lives and conversations.

'J'lie stricture must therefore be considered, aa limited to the occasional iotroductiun of an anti-
temperance minister, a rum selling deacon, or a drunken church-member.

Nothing can be more pertinent here, than a few extracts from a late letter to the Rev. Dr.
Kdwardu, from the Rev. Leonanl Woods, I). D. Professor of Christian Theology, in the
Institution, Andover, Mascjchusetts.* " When I entered on the work of the thiniutry (thirly-viglU
yearn ngo) it unit the general and almont univ em al practice for tnMiitern to make a fiKjuent une of
ttimuUiting drinka, eiveciatly on Ifie Habbath. They ojntirlered thii jiractice an important mcann t(f
promoting their health, imnlaining lluim under fatigite, and increasi'ig the vigor of f/wt'r conttitu
lion. T/ie generality of phyaicianii approved of thin practice, and often recorwnendid brandy, wine,
gin, etc., a* the bent remedy for diteane* of tlie itontarh and lungs Every fimily that I vinited,
deemed it nn act of kindneni, U'ld no rxore than tphat common civility reiiuired, to offer me wine,
or dintilled npirit, n"d thouifht it a little ilninge, if I refuned to drink. At funrraU, tht
bereaved frienda and others were accustomed to use strong drink before and after going to the burial.
At ordinations, councils, and all other meetings of ministrjrs, different kinds of stimulating drinkt
uere provided, and there were hut few wkf) did not partake of them.'' •.••••
• • • • * . I' 'I'lte »late of things which I have referred to. among men rf my oien
profeKsion, together with its manifent coniei/uences, began, early tn my miniirtry, to alarm my fears.
J remitter tluit at n particular period, before tlie temperance reformation commrnred, I was able to
count uv nearly forty mi' inters of the Oospel, a-id none of them at a very great distance, who were
either drunkards, or so far addicted to Intemperate drinking, that their reputation and usefulness
injured, i/ not utterly ruined. And J could mention an ordination, that took place

were greatly injured, ^ not utterly ruined. And I could mention an ordination, thai took place
about twenty years ago, at which, I, myielf, was ashamed and grieved to see two aged minttters
literally drunk ; and a third, indecently excittd with strong drink. These disgusting and appalling
facts 1 should wish might be concealed. Bat thinj were mttde public by the guilty persons; imd I
have thought it Jnsl and proper to mention tliem, in onler to show how much we owe to a compeis-
tiotate Oodfor tlie great deliverance he has wrought."

The o^rc» of the church arc not more likely to come into disrepute, at the present time, by an
Intiiriation that drunkenness may be found among the profcxsors of Christianity, than was the
profession of Christianity itself, when an inspired apostle rebuked the drunkenness of the primitive
disciples around the table of their Uut these offices may well be considi-rol of doubtful dignity,
whenever the concealment of corruption shall be deemed essential to their well-being.

It is desirable to show, tliit there is no other absolute security from the evils of intemperance, than
in the whole armor of a cold-wiiier man. It is not possible more forcibly to exhibit this truth, which
■iir.h multitudes appear unwilling to believe, than by exhibitin?, in a striking light, the irisuflicicncy
•Ten of the oflices and professions of religion to protect those teachers and di-iciples of Christianity.
who, while they pray not to be led into temptation, obviously prefer the path of danger to that of

Mv ministerial labors commenced in the villajre of Heathermead,
about nine years ago ; and, in these times, when a love of chann^e
api)ears to be almost epidemical among- ministers and people, it may
Beem somewhat remarkable, that I still preach where my pastoral
life began, to many willing ears, and, I trust, tlirougli God's mercy,
to some sanctified hearta.

♦Ninth Rep. Amer. Temp. Soc, p. 43.
VOL. ir. 1*


I was first called to the ministry as the colleague of a very aged
man, the Rov. Adrian More. He was ny father, — not after the
flesh, — my own natural father I never leheld ; he perished at sea,
a few months only before I was born. — This aged minister was my
father in the Lord. I was placed under his care, to be prepared for
the university ; and the good old man prepared me, I trust, for the
faithful service of the best of masters. When I quitted the univer-
sity, I was instructed for the ministry under his direction ; and, sub-
sequently, at his own request, I became associated with him in his
holy office. This venerable man, at the age of eighty years, gave
me the charge upon my ordination ; and my first public discourse,
on the ensuing Sabbath, was a sermon over his lifeless remains. lie
was ripe for the sickle, and longed to be gathered in. The energies
of a good constitution and the grace of God had sustained him for
six and fifty years, in the performance of his sacred trust ; and
when, in God's good time, his spiritual guard was relieved, by the
institution of another at his side ; this faithful old soldier of the
cross laid down his armor of the present world, and went to that
rest, appointed for the dead, who die in the Lord.

During the period of my pupilage, we had many pleasant rambles
together, and I never failed to gather some useful instruction by the
way ; for his conscientious impressions of duty, as my instructor,
forbade him to be satisfied with affording me the mere technicalities
of education ; and our conversation, at such times, was eminently
useful, in the improvement of my reasoning and colloquial powers.

Upon one occasion, we had strolled almost to the confines of the
next village ; in which it was a matter of painful notoriety, that the
clergyman consulted his own comfort, rather than the spiritual wants
of his parishioners : " Let us turn," said my old master, — with a
smile upon his benignant features, in which the slight touch of
pleasantry, that first arose, was speedijy chased away by an expres-
sion of sadness ; — " let us turn," said he ; " let us not press further
upon our brother's domains, lest we be suspected of coming to see
the nakedness of the land." — Upon the very borders of the adjoin-
ing village, though within the limits of our own, there stood an
ancient cottage, of peculiar structure, with its multiplied gables, and
its second story projecting over the first. From its broken windows
and doors, I supposed it to have been abandoned. It is yet stand-
ing, and is the very last cottage, as you leave Heathermead, on the
north. In the rear of this building, there were, at that time, the
remains of an uncommonly large barn ; the timbers and roof were
then in existence, but the boards and the lower part of the interior
had been removed. As we drew near, a female came forth, and


stood, without any apparent motive, looking steadily towards us, as
we passed. — "I did not think it was inhabited," said I. — " It is
not," replied my old master, " excepting by that lone woman." — As
we drew nigh, I had an opportunity of observing the solitary occu-
pant more closely. Her person was tall and thin ; her eye, sunken
and haggard ; and her hair, which was wholly uncovered, and quite
gray, bore no evidence of personal attention. The expression of
her countenance was decidedly bitter and malevolent. When we
came in front of the cottage — "Good morning, Mrs. Grafton,"
said my old master. The effect of his salutation would have been
as perceptible upon the features of a statue. She stood perfectly
still, gazing upon us with unabated severity, and in perfect silence.

— "T will try once more," said he, aside. — "I hear excellent
accounts of your children, Mrs. Grafton." — " Umph ! — the poor-
house !" — she replied, with a sneering expression, and walked back
into the cottage, without uttering another word. — " It is in vain,"
said he, as we walked slowly away ; " this unhappy woman is
utterly impracticable ; I can do nothing with her, though I have
made many and various attempts, for several years." — "Is she
crazy, sir?" I inquired. — " There are some persons who think so,
but I do not," he replied. " Here she has lived all her days. That
cottage was built by her father ; she was born there ; her parents
died there ; there she was married ; and there she gave birth to fivs
children ; and she is resolved to die there. No — she is not crazy

— she is desperate. Her case is one of the most extraordinary that
I have ever known. The story is too long to be told during our
walk home ; but, if I have no particular engagement this evening,
I will relate it to you."

My old master had scarcely returned thanks after our evening
repast, and seated himself in his arm-chair, when I drew near, and
looked up in his face with an expression which he readily under-
stood. — " Well, my child," said he, " you shall not be disappointed
of your story, though it may cost me some pain in the relation." —
"How old was that woman, sir," said I, "whom we saw this
morning at the cottage door?" — " I cannot tell you precisely," he
replied, " without a recurrence to my records ; she is well advanced
in years, though somewhat younger than you would be led to sup
pose from her appearance. Harrowing care and bitter disappoint-
ment will sometimes lay hold of time's checkered signet, and
sudde.ily fix the impression of old age, as effectually, as though it
were done by the more dilatory process of time itself. But I will
tell you the story from the beginning. — Very many years ago, there
came to this village a man, whose name was Gotlieb Jansen ; he


brought with him his wife. They were of that class of personB,
who have been called redemptioners. They came to this country
from a village on the borders of the Rhine. They vv^ere extremely
poor, and embarked with an understanding, that, when they arrived
hi America, they should voluntarily bind themselves to servitude,
for the advantage of the ship-owner, until their passage-money
should be paid. They arrived at the port of Philadelphia ; where,
at the present day, there are some opulent and fashionable families,
who have good sense enough to trace, with pleasure, their origin to
those redemptioners of Germany, who brought nothing hither from
their native shores, but honest hearts and willing hands. Gotlieb
Jansen and his wife, upon their arrival, were young, healthy, in-
dustrious, frugal, and strictly temperate. He was an expert gardener,
and well skilled in agriculture, in all its departments. In the me-
tropohs of Pennsylvania he soon found employment for his talent in
horticulture. As wages were proportioned to experience and skill
Jansen's compensation, and the perquisites and privileges of the
garden and green-house of a private gentleman, in whose service he
labored, soon procured him the means of redeeming himself and his
young wife from their voluntary bondage. He continued to labor in
his vocation, with uninterrupted health and indefatigable industry
for seven years. His employer was a member of the society of
Friends, of whom Jansen never spoke but with affectionate respect.
At the end of this term, his earnings, which had been judiciously
invested, under the counsel of his Quaker friend, amounted to no
inconsiderable sum. He was desirous of trying the virtue of his
faithful share and pruning-hook upon acres and orchards of his own.
He has often told me how much he suffered, when he came to break
the matter to his kind master. The Quaker paused for some mo-
ments ; and at length observed, that he owned a tract of fair land
in that part of the village of Heathermead, which is called Heather-
mead End ; that he might go and look at it ; and, if he liked it, he
should have a deed of it for a certain sum. Jansen lost no time in
making a journey to Heathermead, and examining the land, which
was manifestly of an excellent quality. - He discovered, however,
that the tract could readily be sold, for a greater sum, to the farmers
of Heathermead, who best knew its value. Here, as he failed not
to perceive, was an admirable chance to cheat the old Quaker ; but
double-dealing was not one of the secrets, by which Gotlieb Jansen's
prosperity had arisen. He faithfully represented the matter to his
master : — ' Thee likest the tract?' said the Quaker. — ' It is as fine
land as I ever saw, said Jansen, ' and I am greatly pleased with it.'
— 'Thee hasj, served nvj seven years,' rejoined the Quaker, 'and


thee hast pleased me right well. I well know the value of that
land, but thee shall have a deed for the sum I said unto thee.' — I
have seen Gotlieb Jansen shed tears of gratitude, as he described
his separation from his old Quaker master, when, with an affec-
tionate pressure of the hand, and ' Fare thee well, friend Jansen,'
he put into his hands the deed of this valuable tract, for not more
than three fourths of its real value.

" Gotlieb Jansen's first care was to erect upon his land the houso
and barn,- the remains of which we passed this morning. The
peculiar structure of the one, and the unusually large dimensicna
of the other were subjects of much conversation in the village ; ai d,
if all the strictures, which were made upon Jansen's proceedings at
the time, had been collected together, we should have quite a vol-
ume of commentaries. The general impression, for a while, ran
decidedly against him, as a whimsical fellow. At a short distance
from his dwelling, he had erected, rather for pleasure than profit, a
little conservatory for plants. At that time, probably, not an inhab-
itant of Heathermead had ever beheld a green-house ; and the good
people of the village were exceedingly perplexed in relation to the
proprietor's design ; but, as Gotlieb, while his buildings were in
progress, was busily engaged in planting an extensive orchard, the
farmers' wives were almost unanimously of opinion, that the new
structure was designed for drying apples. They were not a little
disposed to laugh in their sleeves at poor Gotlieb, for erecting such
a building, so long before he could possibly expect to gather apples
from his young trees. The farmers themselves were not altogether
without good cause, as they esteemed it, for a little chuckling, a1
Jansen's expense. Underneath every apple-tree, as he set it in the
ground, he had placed a large flat stone, which, they pleasantly
observed, was not likely to afford much nourishment. This was a
German custom, designed to prevent the roots from tapping, or
striking downward, and to compel them to take their course along
the upper and richer soil.

' Gotlieb Jansen was a man of few words. Those precious
hours, which so many disinterested people devote to the affairs of
others, this honest German bestowed upon his own : he labored on,
contented with the proverb, which bids those laugh, who win.
Matters soon however began to wear a very different appearance.
His intercourse with the people of Heathermead speedily established
his reputation, as an obliging, good-natured man ; he seemed not
desirous of wrapping himself, or his affairs, in unusual mystery •
and the farmers' wives were particularly inclined to think well 0/
Gotlieb Jansen when he expounded ths riddle of the green-houso


by telling them, that it was meant as a plaything for his * goo^
tvoman,^ who was extremely fond of cultivating flowers. In a fe^
vears, his agricultural success had thoroughly established his repu-
tation, as an excellent husbandman ; and Jansen's farm became not
less an object of attraction to the farmers of the village, than his
green-house and flower-garden to their wives and daughters. He had
readily assimilated and become one of the people ; and was univer-
sally beloved and respected. About a year after his arrival in this
A'illage, his wife gave birth- to a daughter. Gotheb and his vi ife, in
the progress of time, became members of our church, and they were
pious Christians. Their daughter, Christiana, grew up an unc(«m«
monly beautiful young woman. She was their only child ; and, if
the parents were particularly censurable for any fault, it was for
their doting partiality towards this interesting girl. They were
more than willing to gratify her, in all her desires. Her spirit wag
high, and her temper extremely quick ; but her heart was full of
generosity, and her disposition, towards those she loved, was amia-
ble and kind. She inherited the partiality of her parents for the
cultivation of flowers ; and the garden and the little green-house
were her chief delights. Her features were characteristic, in no
very remarkable degree however, of her foreign origin ; but, at the
age of eighteen, she was singularly attractive. Kitty Jan sen was,
at that time, deservedly styled the beauty of Heathermead End.
Her surpassing comeliness was universally acknowledged, in our
parish, with a single exception. There was a Miss Pamela Mickle,
who had herself been handsome in her day, but was then in her
wane, who solemnly protested, that she never could see it. After
the description, which I have given youof Kitty Jansen," continued
my old master, " you will scarcely be able to trace a vestige of that
lovely girl, in the miserable creature, that gazed upon us, as we
passed the cottage. But it is even so. That was Kitty Jansen.
That desolate wilderness was the same, which my poor friend Got-
lieb once made to blossom like the rose. That abandoned dwelling
was then the habitation of joy, and love, and peace, and prayer.
In all my parish, — and my parishioners love me above my deserts,
• — I have nowhere been more kindly greeted than in that cottage.
Whenever I came, and however they were occupied, all things were
gladly sacrificed for the sake of a little conversation with their pas-
tor. Gotlieb would leave his plough in the furrow, and the good
wife would hasten from her dairy ; and even Kitty, though she never
Btemed to rely upon the only sure foundation, like her parents,
would not suffer me to depart, withe at an offering of her choicest
fhiit, or a bunch of her finest flowers By the aid of a mischievous


memory, it is all before me, for an instant — and now again it is
gone What a curse has fallen upon poor (rotlieb's little Eden ! —
The simoom could not have wrought the work of destruction more

•' There was living in Heathermead, when Kitty Jansen was about
eighteen years of age, a young man, a farmer's son, whose name,
was Ethan Grafton. He was a very capable and industrious young
man. While his father cultivated a small hired farm, adjoining
Jansen's, Ethan availed himself of his proximity, and cultivated the
alfections of the old man's daughter ; and it soorf began to be whish
jicred about, that young Ethan's crop would be worth more than his
father's, should they be successful in getting in their respective har-
vests. Pamela Mickle said it never would be a match in the world ;
and, after that, the most incredulous began to believe it. The pop-
ular prophecy was correct ; and, in less than two years, Ethan
Grafton wedded the beauty of Heathermead End ; upon which mem-
orable occasion, poor Pamela Mickle laughed herself into a violent
fit of hysterics. It was thought to be an excellent match. I cer-
tainly thought so myself," said my old master. " Grafton was
apparently an amiable man, and wonderfully popular in our village.
He was active, and intelligent in his business ; and, under the
instruction of such a teacher as Jansen, it was augured that he
would, in time, become the most accomplished farmer in the county.

" Old Gotlieb and his wife had stipulated, that their only child
should not leave them in their old age ; so Ethan married on, as we
say, when a woman takes a husband, rather than a man a wife.
For years, the happiness of this family appeared to be as complete,,
as any earthly thing can be. How often," continued my old mas-
ter, " have I seen Gotlieb, of a summer evening, sitting on the green
before his cottage door, with the good book open upon his knees, and
surrounded by his little grandchildren ! — He was an even-tempered
old man, and his whole life was free from every appearance of osten-
tation. It is true, when his old friend and patron, the Quaker,
came to visit him, as he did, once at least in every year, there was
commonly, for a few days before his arrival, no little bustle and
preparation, in the cottage at Heathermead End. The Quaker was
a noble-looking old gentleman, arrayed in a suit of the finest broad-
cloth, cut, to be sure, according to the fashion of the society of
Friends, and of course without cape or supernumerary button. 1
never shall forget the magnificent pair of horses that he drove.
They cost him, as Gotlieb said, one thousand dollars. I once asked
old Jansen, what induced him to make such a parade for his Quaker
(lioiid, particularly in the culinary part of lis arrangements. ' Vy^*


said Gotlieb, ' de old gentleman ish von of de ki:idesl and pest men
in de voorld, and he ish temperate in his eating- and drinkina^, but
he like de roast duck vary veil, and he know ven he ish done to a

" Gotlieb and Theresa Jaaien, his wife, were stricken in years.
There was nothing like morbid sensibility in the attachment of this
couple, yet they were devoted to each other. They appeared to be
governed by a sober conviction, that two heads and two hearts are
better than one, when their efforts and their energies are concen*
trated. for the creation of a joint stock of c omestic happiness. They
were reasonable people, and understood aright the process, which
God employs to w^ean his children from the present world ; they
read volumes of wisdom in the storm and tempest, and found a
meaning in the flickering cloud, as it takes somewhat from the
splendor of the brightest mid-day ; they submitted with the confi-
dence of devoted children to the discipline of their teacher ; and,
when age and its wearisome retinue of cares and infirmities were at
hand, they were not compelled to make a hasty preparation for
heaven. The tyrant and the usurper have occasionally worn their
armor beneath their robes of state, in the spirit of fear : in another
spirit, old Gotlieb and his worthy partner, however occupied,
whether in their Sabbath clothes or working apparel, by day or by
night, had worn their armor of righteousness upon the right hand
and upon the left. — The old man had grown too infirm for the labors
of the field, but I have seen him," said my old master, " of a spring
morning, sitting upon the green bank, and looking down upon his
goodly acres, with two or three of his grandchildren about him,
while Ethan Grafton, his son-in-law, held the plough, and his old-
est boy Elkanah, who was not over seven, rode the mare. No war-

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