For the Washingtonian.
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was a stranger and We took me in; Hungry and
ye fed me; Sick and ye minstered unto me-"


MEssRs. EDITORS Never in all my life have
I seen these blessed words more perfectly or
literally fulfilled, than have during the past
week; those Washingtonians"-th United
Brothers of Temperament would seem, are
going about night and day, acting the part Of
the "Good Samaritan" even to the letter.
On last Saturday night one Of those untiring,
uncompromising soldiers Of the Teetotal Army,
discovered poor fellow mortal, perfect
stranger in our city, who had fallen among
thieves, (the rumselers,) and had been beaten
and robbed, and left worse than half dead; for
when found by Brother L. S. Beck, he had the
mania a potu, or delirium tremens, strongly,
and had been literally robbed of his money
anu clothes, and left to die on the highway.
Our brother took the poor man to his own
house, administered to his wants, and watched
by his bedside by day and by night, with the
care and solicitude of brother. Myself and
a number of other brethren, hearing Of the
case, repaired to the house of Brother Beck,
TO look upon more Of RUNS doings, and to
give such help as might be in our power. But
oh, my God! what did there behold man!
poor felow-mortal writhing, jumping, start
ing; calling on God, calling on man-madden-
ed by RUM. Oh! Messrs. Editors, to see a
young man like this, just in the prime Of life,
to be destroyed by the Internal rum traffic, is
beyond endurance. I have not been able to
learn much Of the history of this man, but |
understand he is many hundred miles from
home--that his father and friends are all
wealthy, and move in the first circle Of society,
little dreaming that this poor prodigal victim
ofthe rnmsellcr is now undergoing all the tor
ments, all the suffering that poor mortal can