THE COLD WATER MAGAZINE. VOL. III. JULY TO DECEMBER, 1843. PHILADELPHIA: PREFACE. OUR patrons and contemporaries, as well as the enemies of Temperance, will expect some observations in review of the volume just completed. To our subscribers we have been obliged to apologise more than once for irregularity in emission of the numbers. Whether they have been satisfied with the reasons assigned for each delay, we cannot determine. Be that as it may, we hope that the deficiency in this respect, is more than made up by the introduction of costly pictorial illustrations. We are, perhaps, also liable to the charge of having published articles of extreme length, thus detracting from the general interest associated with variety. To this we may observe in explanation, that all the long articles, have been thought to possess interest of a more absorbing character, and more in accordance with the pure design of our work, than can be accredited to shorter articles written merely to please. The solid encomiums passed upon the "Doom of the Drinkers" for example, confirm us in the usefulness of the course adopted. Our brethren of the Temperance press, have ever spoken in commendation of the Cold Water Magazine. For this we make grateful acknowledgments, and wish them in turn all the success they merit. Temperance publications should never be regarded as rivals in interest, but in doing good.-In rendering service, the strife may consistently outvie that of political collision. Our Temperance ENEMIES have said but little or nothing concerning us, so far as we know. That we are doing no good they doubtless believe, and for aught that appears, may feel satisfied that we have done harm, in the dissemination of our anti-rum sentiments. To them, therefore, we can return no cordial thanks. And we are bold to declare, though in all humility, that we shall not cease to rebuke their wicked spirit, while they continue the traffic. To conclude this brief greeting, (for we deem brevity incumbent in a service of this nature,) may we not in view of every untoward circumstance, indulge the satisfaction of having done our part well; and also, petition for that species of aid, by which alone our comfort and efficiency can be promoted. Your humble servants, MOORE & FITZ, 43 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia. THE COLD WATER MAGAZINE. JULY, 1843. THE RUMSELLING ELDER AND THE DANCING MASTER. BY PHILIP S. WHITE, ESQ. like the Seminole, both in conduct and in name,* he is skulking from an honest foe and seeking refuge amid the swamps and hammocks of his own territory to breathe the malaria or fœtid miasma so congenial to the base motives of his cruel and rotten heart.-ED. [The following dialogue purports to describe two interviews, the substance of which was overheard, and prepared expressly for the COLD WATER MAGAZINE.] Dancing Master.-Vel, Eldare, I nevare take vare mooch; but if you vill join me, I am despose to take one leetel more of dat cognac. Vat you say? Elder. Well, friend Quiver, I suppose "a little for the stomach sake" may be as serviceable to me as it was to Timothy. We are gratified, as our readers no | are already fighting in the Everglades, and doubt will be, to have it in our power in the following article, to redeem the pledge which we made in the last number of the Magazine, namely, to furnish the public with "Nos. 3 and 4," from the industrious and able pen of our esteemed friend, Mr. P. S. White. The subjoined communication which is intended as No. 3, though quaint and humorous in its style and character, seems to survey that portion of the moral field which of all others in our humble opinion needed most the ploughshare of the moralist and the Christian husbandman. We feel assured that our friend deserves a patent for this curiously wrought instrument, designed, and we hope successfully, to uproot the thorns and briars which have heretofore choked and stinted the luxuriant and blooming richness of the Temperance garden. The former numbers, we feel convinced, have already accomplished much in this great moral warfare, and should be read and re-read by every American citizen who feels an interest in the execution of the laws, and in whose bosom yet lingers the faintest spark of patriotism. The fourth number is in course of preparation, designed to attack some other strong hold of the enemy, and we think no ruse de guerre of the insidious foe will surprise or offer much resistance to the galling fire of its author. The arch fiend, and his legionary cohorts VOL. III.-A D. M.-Ma foi! mooch bettare for you, mon ami, because Timothy was sick, and he drink noting but de unfermented juice of de grape, vich has got no more him vell; but you are already vell, and strengt dan some milk, and it only make you drink good strong brandee, vat one can feel, darefore it make you mooch bettare. You sell the best liquor in dis countree, Eldare. E.-Well, I believe my customers all think so; but, to tell the truth, I'm no judge of the article myself, as I never take over three or four drinks a-day, and only then to keep my customers in countenance; besides, one is not apt to think an article bad when he sees the vender using it himself. Come; sit down and *The word Seminole in the Indian language means robber. |