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The Loater's So7aoqW.--I have faint re-
collection ofhaving been sober at some early
period ofmy life before, and things looked then
as they do now. It's distressing to think how
ugly sobricy makes every thing look, Yester-
day thought MYSELF an uncommon handsome
young man, and now I'll be hanged if DON'T
look so much like ragged beggar that I'm ac-
tually ashamed oGmyselr. There amt halrso
many stars,in the sky as there were last night,
and they don't dance half somerrily as theyI
commonly do. They say its July but ! believe
they lie, for shiyor like December. once
heard that idleness would bring man 10 a NOR
sci Of bread; now wish it would bring me oI
drop Of something shortly to coolmy burning
tongue, for haven't got tonic, and the bars
and cellars are all shut. Wonder if Dives as
half so hot in Tophet as am. I'll do some
thing; ifI don't there's no snakes.