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Youngster, drop that glass--drop il, saw


What are you staring at2 Do you see that
specimen of runs handi work, wallowng in
the mire and filth Of the public gutter? Look
at him. He is trying to raise himself up-hs
limbs are powerless, and he sinks deeper, with
each effort, into his filthy bed. Look, he has
struck his head against the finty curb--the
blood oozes from the cut upon his temple, and
tnckles down his face, even into his mouth
and eyes. See--he tries to support himself
upon one arm, while he wipes the blood and
filth from his face with the ether The fral
support gives way, and again his head is
brought with violence against The curb. Look
at that countenance-see you aught of hu


manity there. Nay, twirl not your lip, nor
raise your eye. brows--you cannot shield your
self behind your responsibility. Take that de.
graded object from the guiter--let him become
sober--bind up his wounds-let reason resume
her sway, and there will be no such might,
difference between that object and yourself
Degraded as he is, he still is human--he il
your brother Ha does that affront you


What brought him to his present condition
What's that you hold in your hand That's
what did it-RuM. A few years ago, tha


man, whom you look SO scornlully upon, wa,
what you are no,o-a tipplcr. What will go,
be, with your present habits, one year hence


RE VERA.