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 Gertrude spoke from the impulse of her heart. Sne could not believe that such Ii ;is.;as.a. :as Charles Milton could de base himself to the sin of drunkenness- that he whose nature was se noble--so elevated-a passionate loyer4of the nat- ural universe, and Of the godllke mani festatlons ofhumanvirtue, the outbreak lngs of the immortal spirit from the dark ness of its prison house could, by any possible temptations, yield to the hane- iui enticements of tic Destroyer and humble the godlike image of manhood, lower than that of the 'brutes that per ish.

 And why was it, that when all her friends saw and warned her of her dan ger, she cllng yet closer 10 the object of their tears2 Why was if, when the bosom friends of Charles Wilton avoided hirn as If there were contamination in his very presence, that the beautiful and intellectual Gertrude welcomed his approach with a smile of deeper fond- ness? She toued hsna; and the love of a heart like hers changes not with the changes of the beloved-it burns bright CT and warmer as the shadows of evil close around it's object.

 And Gertrude became the wife of Charles WiIton-and his victim also.- She died early, but not before every beautiful blossom of her affection had perished; not before death-like with ering had gone over her heart, until it became as dust, and all its warm and ho- ly feeling gave place to bitterness and leathing and abhorrence. Oh--there is nothing in human suffering like wrong and scorn from those whom we love, and would die for--neshing which so changes and chills the confiding bosona. And all this Gertrude felt, and her high spirit sank under the trial. She perished-but tho last moments of her existence were unsoothed by the voice Of affection. At times, indeed, a bloat- ed and loathsome forrnb bent over the pil- low--the wreck of all which gives beau- ty and dignity 10 manhood-and voice, hideous from drunkenness, murmured in her ear the disgusting words of an id Iot's fondness-to be succeeded by the rude oath-theunfeeling jest the same indifference to mortal suffering, which chaFacterizes the lost, shameless drunk ard.

 Let woman beware of the Intemper- ate. Let her shun their presence as the accused of Heaven-the smitten with that mortal leprosy which is alike im- medieable and unacceptable. Let her remember that in uniting her destiny with that of the Dfunkard, she is draw ing down upon her head the heaviest of curses. 1t were better to embrace the whose cold halls are haunted only by the Spectre of'Decay. Itis the wedlock of beauty and pollution-ofpu- rity and pestilence-the binding of breathing form ofiiie to the loathsome- nesssof death.

 