Money Well Expended;
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OR, THE BEAUTIES OF TEMPERANCE


Capt. S. G. s., of Portland, was one day
passing through one OF the streets in Bos-
ton, when he saw poor sailor lying on the
sidewalk, with his feet in the gutter, in
such position as TO endanger his limbs, if
not his life Capt. S. pulled him out Of the
gutter, aroused him, and by degrees got his
history. He was from good family, who
resided IN the eastern part of Maine, had
been well educated, and exhibited now the
wreck of brilliant intellect and an amiable
disposition. He had been sick, he said !;
had staid his time out in the Charleston Hos
pital, and had that morning been discharged
without cent, and III SO feeble state as
to disquallly him to go to sea again at pres
ent "Then why don't you 90 home ~
said Capt, S. !" cannot pay my passage !;
| have no money!" answered the despond-
ing sailor "Have you found any body
who would give you any breakiast''' said
the Captain. "No," was the reply, 6 but
found man who gave me something 10
drink, and, as | was very.weak and very
hungry, the liquor overcame me; but am
not so much intoxicated as seem to be;
have my senses perfectly we'll" /" How
much will take you home,n inquired the
Captain. "rhere is" said the tar, "a YES
sci lying at the wharf, which will take me
within two miles of my home for one dol
lar, and would go if only had the
money"


"Now, shipmate," continued Capt s.,
"give US your hand. Look me straight in
the eye. Now promise me, upon the honor
of sailor, that you will never drink any
more of the poison stuff and I'll give you
some breakfast and pay your passage home.
The sailor casped his emaciated fingers
around the rough hard h,nd of the Captain,
and pronounced the PLEDGE. Capt S. handed
him bill, and saw him safe in the nearest
public house, and went his way.


Some three years aflsr, as Capt S. was
passing along Exchange street, in Portland,