From the spit. of the Times.
Practical Jakc,S in the Army.
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Ned c. was a young and merry
Sub, of the til infantry, and what
is termed in the array "a clever fcl-
low" 1t is true that Ned was
somewhat given to excepting his spi-
rits up by pouring spirits dowu," es-
pccially when stationed at the out
post; but he never would have been
called an iatemperate man.


At the time OF my story, the de-
tachment of the army to which Ned
belonged occupied post on the
south west frontier, and might be
said to be in close quarters; as the
officers and men, from the crowded
state Of the garrison, were reduced
to less than half allowance of eating
and sleeping room authorized by
regulations. To this arrangement
was Ned indebted for the society
of the surgeon of the post, who shar-
cd with him the comforts and
conveniences of an apartment
twelve feet square. q .


The Doctor, actuated by feelings
of regard for Ned's we'll being, Git
may have been with an eye to his
own quiet and reposc,) was in the
habit Of administering to him, occa-
sionally, Il dose of good advice, and
demonstrating with him on the i'm
propriety of staying outlate at night,
getting "Hght," and coming home
'.disturding people after they had
gone to beds all of which Ned took
very patiently, but without mending
his ways. The Doctor, finding that
it was utterly useless to appeal to
Ned's sense Of propriety, with the
hope of eifecting a change in his
mode of life, began to address him to
his fears. urn r.. rar...... ....s-
"Ned,'' said he, "if you don't stop
this frolicking, and drinking, and
spreeing, you'll get the dropSy--I
know you willard you'll die spite
of the ID! tell you, once for all,
to stop it, for if you get the dropsy
on nyour chest, you are a gone suck
cr! all the medicine in my cheS1
won't save you! No, SIR, burnt
brandy wont save you!' '.i cd


The Doctor child in vain--in vain
did he continue to enumeratc the
various cases of hard drinking ter
minating in dropsy that had come
under his observation since he hac
been member Of the Mcdica al Staff
Ned was incorrigible.


As the lectures on temperance
ard the terrible pictures Of disease
and death, from indulgence in stron,
drink, held up to his view, were o
no avail in exciting his fears, th,
Doctor was about to despair Of efec
ting reform, when it was brough
about, for a time in the followin!
manner. t...... ...... ,...


AS usual, late one night, Nee
came home rcry glorious, singing a
the top of his voice, and windin!
up each verse of his song with


whoop, loud enough to "wake VI
half creation" After making sove
raj lurches towards the door, he sue
ceeded in entering, and in the val
attempt Of disencumbcring himsel
of a, coat and pair of boots, at tn
same moment made pitch forward
and lighted with his head against til
short ribs of his sleeping room mate
The Doctors bowels Of compassio
were sadly disturbed; however, al
ter venting on the head of his falle
friend few hearty curses, he kind
ily assisted him in divesting himself c
his clothes, and saw him decent
laid out on his mattrass.


Next morning, as soon as it wa