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Hezeklah, with conyulsive effort, threw


off the chains which for so long had kept


his nobler nature in subjection He dis


covered that the only path Of safety was to


" touch not" to "taste not" and to chan


die not" In other words, he became


MAN, instead of beast, and his cry was,
" Down with the rent" From that day
henceforth he kept his word, and paid no
more "rent" for rum, whisky, beer, cider,


or any thing which can intoxicate. Yes,
from being thorough renter, he became
decidedly anti-rent. The rents in his hat
disappeared, his coat was rentless, his neck
gloried in new silk stock, his feet gave
life and motion to pair of new boots, the
windows in the knees of his pantaloons
were darkened by neat patches, and every
body but the rum-sellers declared that Hez-
ekiah looked like one of the arstocracy.
His dear little wife (God bless herr is hap
py as queen, and sings like bird, as she
sits up till midnight to mend, and keep the
family tidy. As for the three big babies,
they are getting as fat as butter. Soap and
water evidently agree with them, and make
them strong; for last night when their dad
came home with the news that he had
been elected President Of the Temperance
Society, the sturdy young rascals pounded
and punched him in various parts of his
body most unmercifully.


WASHINGTON, APRIL, 1916