T III E w HITE COTTAG E.

A TEMPERANCE STORY.


BY RE VERA.
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Thus, the Destroyer had cast his glamour
over Benson, little by little, leading him on
wartl-edging him farther and farther from
the shore-until his bark, within the influ-
ence of the current, moved gently onward
with the stream. intoxicated with the
pleasant, undulating motion, he suffers his
vessel to skim along, shouting with rapture,
as its speed increases Lost in whrl Of
pleasurable sensations does not see the
boiling .cauldron (which forms the centre
of the vast bowl around which he is so de-
lightfully sailing-he does not hear the roar
of the mad waters of the mighty ocean, as
they rush, with inconceivable force, into
the gaping vortex-he does not hear the
shrieks Of the victims who are being en-
gulphed in this mighty passage-way to eter-
nity-his senses are entranced-at each in
crease in the speed of his fral vessel he
madly shouts-the song of the bacchinal
bursts from his lips-he is crazy with ex-
citement-he does not perceive that each
successive revolution increases his distance
from the shore. So gradual is this increase,
that he is not aware of the frightful rapidi-
ty which he has attained --and it not un-
frequently happens that he is not aroused TO
sense of his danger, until the rushing wa
ters enguph him, and he is swallowed up
in the vortex which is not inaptly repre-
sented as the highway to hell. Others,
there are, who, after being caught by the
current of the whirlpool, have seiled around
and around its circles, gradually nearing
the frightful chasm which forms its centre,
have become alarm med-and end looked out
mon the dreadful turmoil Of waters, and
have taken to their oars in the hope of ex-
Treating themselves from the sea of fury in
which they are about to be engulphed-
vain hope-the current has become too
strong to be counteracted--and, conscious
of their impending fate, they note each
swift approach TO the vortex of the mael-
strom, and amid shrieks and groans, and
unavailing prayers are hurried from the sea
of time into vast unfathomable eternity.


But some are rescued from the frighful
abyss. Humanity, ahocked at the number
uf immortal spirits who are yearly wrecked
in this boiling whirlpool, has called Phiian-
thropy to her aid--together they have