Chronicles of a pioneer school from 1792 to 1833 : $b being the history of Miss Sarah Pierce and her Litchfield school
History
Chronicles of a pioneer school from 1792 to 1833 : $b being the history of Miss Sarah Pierce and her Litchfield school
Litchfield Female Academy (Conn.) -- History
in the bowers of Luxury, and few if any have escaped the contagion of
that dreadful atmosphere. The seeds of dissipation have been sown in
childhood, and it requires care, skill, patience, and perseverance to
eradicate them. Should they have taken such deep root, as already to
bring forth the fruits of death, do not be discouraged. I was formerly
acquainted with a woman of high rank, whose husband had so far fallen
a sacrifice to the pleasures of the flowing bowl, as often to be
brought home in a most shocking state of intoxication. His wife was
careful not to expose him to her servants, but performed the
disgusting office of attendance herself. She never reproached him, but
when the effects were over, and reason returned, she spoke to him in
the kindliest and most forcible manner, of the disgrace and danger of
such conduct, she painted in glowing colours the effect it would
produce upon his reputation here, and his happiness in the coming
world. Her prayers & her exertions were blessed, he lived respected,
and died at a good old age, lamented by a numerous circle of friends
and descendants. And we may reasonably hope that both husband and wife
are now enjoying the bliss of the righteous.
I have also witnessed the ill effects produced by a contrary conduct.
Mr. —— was early accustomed to take a social glass with his friends,
but discovered no inclination to excess, till he had been a husband
and a father many years. His wife was amiable, industrious, and pious,
but she did not know that to be a helpmeet for man, her influence must
be daily exerted to keep him steadfast in the path of virtue. Having
no suspicion of danger, and being what is called a notable housewife,
she seldom provided a regular dinner. Her husband frequently came in
fatigued with business, and finding nothing he relished to appease his
hunger, he habituated himself to take a glass of brandy to give a tone
to his stomach, till in time he became the slave of intemperance, and
from being an ornament to society, and the favorite of his family, he
became an object of grief and shame to his nearest relatives.
Another woman, no less amiable but dilatory in performing her domestic
duties, prolonged her morning slumber till a late hour. Her husband
whose business called him early abroad, supplied the want of a
reasonable breakfast, by a morning whet, till he became a confirmed
drunkard, which might undoubtedly have been prevented had his strength
been invigorated by plentiful early meals.
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