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mother. He took me to his house Every
thing was at my command. My wife was
buried in great pomp; yet, as the grave
closed over her lifeless form, and l. turned
toward my lonely habitaton, | felt g the
grave Of my soul " deepening at the recital
of the horrid deed


Now, for the first time, had learned the
extent of my sons depravity. wept over
him, prayed over him, and besought him
by the remembrance Of his childhood, by
the grey hairs Of his father, by the unutter-
ed and unutterable agony of his wife, for
the sake of this young boy, to put away
temptation. Friends less interested, brought
him pledge. As you have done, he took
it. You never was degraded. But you mag
be a drunkard! believe his purpose was
as firm as yours. But he welded not the
shield of Omnipotence, and his own feeble
arm withstood not the tempter's power.


One day, twas the birthday of our ma
ton, he went to the banqueting hall, where
the festive lamp shone bright.
'And love and beauty gladdened all
The reyelry and wine"


The Siren chanted her sweet song in his
ear. He stood, spell-bound, and listened;
but not to secret voices which told him he
was on enchanted ground The red wine
passed before him in the brimming bowl.
He drank but once, and after that his doom
was sealed. And then, from crime to
crime, he went on,-casting aside the fear
of God, and blaspheming his holy name.
One night, when he staggered and his brain
reeled, heated and flushed, he sat down to
the table of iniquity, and there, in irenzied
despair at incrediable losses, he barred the bo-
som Of his companion in guilt, and with a
blow which too well knew its aim, hurled
his polluted soul to woe eternal and to- black
despair. Next morning, when the sun came
up, it looked upon my Edward bound in
chains, waiting for his trial; and it is moi
srange that madness dwelt within his glar-
ing eye.


Twas pitiful indeed, to see him seated or
the ground, calling the straw around hin
his sceptre; now laughing wildly; ther
weeping at the grief he never knew. Ther
wept rivers of tears; but now the foun
tain is sealed forever. am calm, am no
young friend AS reason came, the hor-
rors of his guilt returned upon him.


But will not needlessy prolong this tale
ofwoe. Justice was ready, and saw him
die. One owned of God, stood by his side,
and while he talked Of a judgment and eter-
nifty, he groaned, 8 Pm dying save me 0
God, from endless woe J" then sank back
upon the stony floor liieless and distorted
corpse.


have done, boy. If You would escape
"a drunkard's grave-d draaakdrd's he'll, trust
not to the resolution of depraved and weak
mind but seek the protection of Ominipo-
tence. God speed thee, son. But don't for
get to present at the Throne, the thousands
who have yielded TO this pestilence, darker
than death itself.


Away, in Gods own strength, away;


Cast off the evil thing


And thou, who art an heir of Heaven,


Escape the snares Of He'll"