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The ruling passion strong in death is bann;l,,
illustrated the following fable, which we eTtract
from La Fontane
Each has his fault, to which he clings
In spite of shame or fear.
This apothegm story brings,


10 make its truth more clear
A sot had lost health, mind and purse;
And truly, for that matter,


Sots mostly lose the latter
Ere running half their course
When wine, one day, of wit had filled the room,
His wife enclosed him in spacious tomb.
There did the fumes evaporate
AT leisure from his drowsy pate.


When he awoke he found


His body wrapped around
With grave clothes, chill and damp
Beneath dim, sepulchral lamp
How's this my wife widow sad
He cried, and ghost dead dead
Ihereat his spouse with snaky hair.
And robes like those the fures wear.
With voice to fit the realms below,
Brought boiling caudle toh bier
For Lucfer the proper cheer;
by which her husband came TO know
Eor he had heard of those three ladies'
Himself citizen of Hades


What may your office be-


lhe phantom questioned he
I'm server up of Pluto's meat,
And bring his guests the same to eat.
wen, says the sot, not taking time to think,
ana don't you bring us any thing to drink


