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There he lies, wreck OF humanity, having


reached the end of his earthly career at the


meridian of life--there he writhcs under
the torture of the damned. He turns to the
physician, and family articulates: "Doctor,
is there a prospect of my recovery 2"
"There is not" replies the physician, sand
if you have not yet made peace with your
God then do it at once; for, sir, you are
dying, The reality Of his awful situation
now, for the first time, flashes upon his
mind, and he exclaims, "Great God! Am
! then, indeed, so soon to quit life in
which have tasted naught but misery; and
must quit that life through the medium Of
liquor. Am /, 0 God !! to die drnnkard'''
Then raising himself partly up, he rests np-
on his arm, and thus soliloquises /" Yes, J
am dying; and, liquor, you have killed me,
and starved my family; you have blighted
all my earthly prospects, and damned my
immortal sonl!' Then, turning to the ply
sician !: Z" Doctor, when am no more, go to
the tavern-keepers--t to those who sell liquor,
and tell them that he to whom they sold
their liquor, died a drunkard, tell them that
/, on my death-bed, avowed that their liquor