*The Rambler ha* heard a great deal during the past week of the goings-on of a well known man who, the father of bright children, with a pleasant home and a dutiful and loving wife, makes a practice of associating, openly and Hagrantly, with one of the most notorious prostitutes in the city. The matter is common talk, and The Rambler knows not whether his family knows of it or not, but it is only a question of time when the knowledge will come to them with its weight of disgrace and humiliation. It is difficult to eoncleve how a man with one spark of manhood in his composition can desert his wife’s society for that of a prostitute, and there are no words that can fitly express the contempt in which he should be held by every respectable person. A creature who will strike his wife is so low that it would be the most fulsome riatteryeven to call a man, but be is scarcely a shade worse than the man who can leave his wifo’s side to showerhis favors on a prostitute.1 %