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| sided. l called upon him, anticipating joyous
scene of domestic felicity. Butconiusion reign
cd in that mansion, which was once consecrated
to happiness. The satellites Of the Iap had pos
session, and were taking an inventory of the
contents, preparatory to the approaching auction
sale. / was receivedby my once worthy, proud,
and high-minded friend, with an air of reckless


levity, which shocked me; gazed full upon
his countenance, and started back with horror.
His features, once the abode of health and
beauty, seemed now entirely changed-they
were coarse and. bloated! His cheeks were of
a crimson hue, and covered with blotches, which
too plainly denoted the impurty of his blood.
His hair was uncombed, his face nnshaven, and
instead Of the brilliant glance which once shot
from his keen black eye, telling tale of intel
lectual capacity and genius, was seen the idiotic
stare which marks the habitual drunkard.


His wife seemed bowed down to the confines
of the grave with grief. Her features were pale
and wan, but she still looked lovely amid her
sorrows, and / could not help whispering,
"Shame on the wretch who caused these charms
prematurely to wither, and blighted that limo.
cent heart" His children were ragged and
detected. They pere the children Of a drunkard.


About twelvemonths afterwards again pass
ed that way, and forgot not to inquire after the
fate Of this unhappy family. Eugenia, the once
gay, artless, and lovely Eugenia, after vainly
exhaustng all a woman's arts to reclaim her
infatuated husband from the paths of intempe-
rance, seeing want ard disgrace surrounding
her, died few months before, Of broken heart.
Her children were scattered abroad on the
earth and her husband, the intimate friend Of
my early years, who seemed formed by nature
to bepan ornament to the human race, with
constitution ruined, and mind prostrated by
intemperance, was at the time actually dying
in the porkhouse.-Boston Mer. Jour.