D. c.. SATURDAY. FEBRUARY 2l. 1916.

his victim, approached him, with the stern
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his victim, approached him, with the stern
inquiry:


Who are you'"


30, sir' said our hero, frightened half
to death, 6 am Jim --."


"Where are you from ~ again inquired
the apparent fiend


eSAh, sir am from the earth /" said
Jim, persuaded sure enough, he had found
his way to hell at last.


"W-ll, you see we are all busy, here :"
said his unrelenting tormentor. "You must
60 TO work ! WHAT CAN YOU DO?"-
in voice Of thunder.


Jim tottered aud trembled, as if the life
were just futtering out Of him, and so, fall
tpringly but submissively answered, in a
most deprecating tone, ooh, sir! | was a
tailor, in Perry-op-olis, but, any thing you
please, sir, here ~


The result we are not able to report. II
it is to be hoped that Jim was saved. The
chief reason of our remembering and record
ing the story, is, that it seems to 'cap the
climax" in relation to the debasing inf1u-
ence Of intemperance-showing ahat it not
only DESTROYS all conjugal and parental af-
feclion, and all sef-respect, so making its
victim ready to fulfil any Office, however
vile, on earth, but absolutely prepares him.
with the cowardice of slave, and the obe-
dience Of sycophant, to do any thing the
devil pleases, in he'll!