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YOU'VE NAM Be honest, and answer US,


did not your conscience smite you as you en-


tered that rum shop on Sabbath last ? We saw


Won. and observed well how cautiously you


surveyed the streets, and how steathily you


slid into the portico Of The groggery. Whydid


you fear? Where was the bodness, the in
dependence natural TO your character All,
you knew you were doing wrong, you felt il;
conscious guilt was written legibly upon your
conference.-the still small voice, doubtless,
whispered 'beware;' but you needed il not,
and entered the abode of ruin. That visit may
seal your fate. The next will embolden you,
and, if continued, few months will find you
a hardened, shameless, hopeless, inebrate.-
You may affect TO laugh at the idea now, but
you should uemble. The moral cowardice
you exhibited will be your ruin. There is but
one way, an ONLY way of security. It's imme
iiate embrace may save you; its procrastina-
tion Tor single hour may be your destruction.
Fly, then, to the pledge, subscribe it with
singleness Of heart, and fixedness Of purpose,
and you will never again be seen stealthily
and sneakingly entering a groggery, in which
bodies and souls are exchanged for rum.