THE FATAL NIGHT.
In country villages, as well as in larger cities, parties often meet for
dancing; and balls are frequently held, especially in the winter season.
Many young people, whose thoughts and time are not better occupied, seem
to derive a great deal of pleasure from such amusements.
These gatherings frequently embrace a large number of the young of both
sexes, from the towns in which they are held, and often many from
neighboring towns. They are usually held at some tavern where rum is
sold. The parties arrive in the forepart of the evening, and the dance
commences at eight, or from eight to nine o'clock, according to
arrangement. Wine, cordials, and other stimulating drinks, are freely
furnished, and freely used. Toward midnight, when chaste young ladies
and sober young men should be at home, the ball-supper is served up.
Rich viands and sparkling drinks are on the table. One becomes drunken,
and another surfeited. The sound of the viol is again heard, and the
merry dance is kept up till near morning light. The parties then
gradually retire. Some of the young ladies, from over excitement in the
ball-chamber, and subsequent exposure to the night air, take severe
colds, become speedily consumptive, and from the place of rioting and
mirth are carried to the grave! In this country, where consumption is
so prevalent, and accomplishes its work so rapidly, the distance from
the midnight ball-room to the grave is very short.
Most young men who attend balls go home inflamed with wine. I say _most_
of them. It is not unfrequently the case, however, that some of them
cannot get home. They have to stay behind until they have, in a measure,
slept off the fumes of strong drink: and then, with bloodshot eyes,
fetid breath, and staggering gait, they reach their homes. Such young
men have received a new impetus in the way that leads to destruction,
and such are the common fruits of a village ball.
Why do fathers and mothers,--and some of them professedly Christian
parents, too,--allow their daughters to mingle in these scenes, and
expose themselves to the contaminating influence of such associations?
How any well-disposed _mother_ can do this I am at a loss to determine.
Such a ball as I have described was to be held in the town of ----.
Young men and young ladies impatiently waited for the time appointed to
arrive. Among those who designed to attend this ball was Charles Duran,
then in his eighteenth year. Notwithstanding his habits and character,
the position and respectability of his parents prevented him from being
entirely excluded from society. He was still further aided in gaining
admission to such parties by always having money. While some despised
him in their heart, they were quite willing, for the sake of his purse,
to have him in their company.
The anxiously looked for day arrived. The preparations were made. At
night the ball was to come off. After dinner, Charles asked his father
for money to bear the expenses of the evening. Mr. Duran gave him what
he thought would be sufficient for the occasion. The amount did not
satisfy him: more was asked. It was refused; and Charles, not having
forgotten his early habits, immediately went into a fit of rage. More
money he wanted, and more he would have. He went out, and arming himself
with stones and blocks, soon commenced a regular assault upon the house.
The weather-boards were battered, one window was smashed in, panes in
the others were broken, and the fragments rattled on the floor and on
the ground. The aged parents trembled for their safety; while the son,
raving as a madman, seemed bent on their destruction. Stooping somewhat
with age, and in great fear, Mr. Duran went to the door, with a bag in
his hand, containing a quantity of specie:--
"Here, Charles," said the feeble old man, "come and get what money you
want, and don't stone the house any more."
Thus appeased, the demon became quiet. Charles helped himself to as much
money as he wanted, and was ready for the ball in the evening. Alas,
what degradation for a parent! and what persevering depravity in a son!
[Illustration: CHARLES TAKING MONEY FOR THE BALL.]
The evening came. Parties began to assemble. Arrangements had been
made for a great ball. The saloon was tastefully decorated. The kitchen
gave evidence that a sumptuous repast was in preparation. The bar was
fully supplied with all kinds of sparkling liquors. As the new-comers
arrived, they met a smiling host, an attentive and ready bar-tender, and
obsequious waiters and servants.
Fancy the scene. Groups of persons, gayly dressed, are in conversation
in different parts of the ball-chamber. More are constantly coming in.
The musicians, who for some time have been tuning their instruments,
enter, and take their place. Partners are selected, the circle is
formed, and the dancing begins. A scene of hilarity ensues. During the
intervals, the merry laugh is heard, wine is drunk, and the glee becomes
general. Sparkling eyes are made more sparkling by strong drink; and,
under the influence of multiplied potations, the coarse jest is now and
then uttered. In this scene of gayety and mirth Charles Duran
mingled,--a prominent actor. A young and inexperienced girl had
accompanied him to the place. Round and round went the dance, and round
and round went Charles's head. He was flush with money, and many a
friend did he treat at the bar. Long ere the festivities closed he was
unable to walk steadily. Still, stimulated by the excitement of the
occasion, and urged on by unprincipled comrades, he poured down the
deadly poison. His brain reeled under its influence. He alternately
roared and laughed as a maniac. "Another drink! another drink!" he said.
His youthful system could endure it no longer: he uttered a moaning,
sepulchral groan, and sunk to the floor!
The ball was over, and the night was nearly gone. A friend took charge
of the thoughtless young girl that had accompanied Charles to the dance.
Two young men, his companions in riot, undertook to convey him to his
father's house. The stars were just beginning to fade away as they
reached the threshold. Speechless, and almost lifeless, they laid him
upon his bed. _It proved his death-bed!_