the man who sells liquor sends both the body and soul of his victim into the hell-fire of the most loathsome corruption and deathless remorse. My friends, are there any among you who have felt the drunkard's remorse? Is it not the most perfect exemplication of the horrors of the burning pit it is possible to conceive?
"Stung with reproach at the thought of what he might have been, tortured by a raging thirst beyond human power to assuage, life presents a fearful precipice, whence, to look back is misery and woe; to look forward is the ghastly blight of immortal powers and aspirations destined for the development of godlike capacities, which, from their perversion, goad him with a double edge in those momentary gleams of reason and consciousness, when, in utter despair, he strives to drown them all by plunging into still greater excesses. Is his guilt to be compared with that of the other, who, in the full possession of his faculties, in the broad daylight of the wretchedness and we his hand has wrought, still deals out the deadly poison to continue the work of desolation? Is Ke any more deserving of the penalty of the law for crime committed under the influence of strong drink, than he who lets him have it, knowing its pernicious effect?"
Fixing her eyes on Mr. Kingley, who sat with head bowed down, and his cap pulled over his face, as if to screen himself as much as possible from the gaze of the crowd, she continued, "If there are any within sound of my voice to-night who presume to set at defiance the laws of God, the welfare of society,
