THE In BRI A L E.
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He stood leaning upon broken gate, in front
was in his hand and the cool breeze lifted the
matted locks which covered his once noble
brow. His countenance was bloated and dis
figured; but in his eye there was an unwonted
look-a mingled expression Of sadness and re-
gret. Perhaps he was listening to the low
melancholy voice of his patient wife, as she
soothed the sick babe on her bosom or per.
chance he was gazing upon the sweet face of
his eldest daughter, as at the open window she
piled her needle to obtain for her mother and
the poor children scanty sustenance. Poor
Mary for herself she cared not: young as she
was, her spirit was already crushed by poverty,
unkindness, and neglect As the inebriate thus
stood, his eyes wandered over the miserable
habitaton before him. The windows were
broken, and the doors hingeess scarce ves-
tige of comfort remained; yet memory bore
him back TO the days of his youth, when it was
the abode Of peace and happiness. In fancy he
saw again the old armed chair where sat his
father, with the bible upon his knee; and he
seemed to hear again the sweet notes of his
mother, as she laid her hand upon the head Of
her darling boy, and prayed that God would
bless and preserve him from evil. Long years
had passed away, yet tears came into the eyes
of the drunkard at the recollection Of his mo-
theirs love. ...


"Poor mother !" he muttered, "it is well


that thou art sleeping in the grave; it would
break thy heart to know that thy son is a
wretched and degraded being--a miserable out
cast from society,"" a"a 81 ga"