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The DRUNKARD's WIFE,-None but those
who have passed through the sad ordeal, know
the sufferings of one who is fastened by lndis-
soluble bonds to the miserable drunkard one
whose wrongs, whose patient suferings, con-
tinually ascend on the evening breeze to the
throne of God whose active and inextinguish-
able affection is ever watching over one who
requires it all by hard-hearted neglect and
abuse. Faith and hope are the jewels that
gisten in her soul; and they shine in the midst
of sorrow and gloom, as stars in dark stormy
night. Once Joy and brightness filled her lot; +;
but now, lonely vrgils, heart struggles, broken
hopes, the wreck of all that is lovely, and her
life cloudy vision. A trusting heart has been
broken, and the conviction comes, and that
heart once the home of bliss, must be the grave
of sorrow, where lies buried the wreck of her
dearest hope. Too often the heart that loves
must bleed but whose heart suffers as does
the drunkard's wife!