It was with mingled^ feelings of sadness and felicitation that we read the foregoing letter; sad that Mr. Bailey shculd so soon pass away from those who had become attached to him, because of his manly struggle to withstand the demon, drink, but rejoiced that for over four years he had “kept his pledge inviolate,” and died a sober man.A short history of this man’s career may he a warning to young men who think they “cvii drink or let it alone,” and may also serve to encourage those who are struggling to overcome the fearful disease of drink-mania.Surely in this life and death the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union, of this district, can feel that their labors have not been in vain though the single soul of Patrick Bailey be the one star in their crown of rejoicing.Four years ago last April the W. C. T. U. held their district convention at Colfax, a small town at the crossing of two railroads. As is usual in such places in Indiana Colfax was, and is greatly cursed with the licensed pest-houses, called “saloons.”Quite a number of delegates from different parts of the district assembled in the afternoon at the M. E. Church, that had been generously opened to the work of the convention, The good pastor, E. A. Andrews, who has just passed beyond the cares of earth, and a few church people were present. Mrs. Gougar, in the chair. As Mrs. Gougar never aims to do work where it is not needed, she announced to her convention that she came not to call other than drinkers and drink-makers to repentance, and she would adjourn that meeting to the'four saloons in the place.Taking the printed programs and a goodly number of friends with her, she visited these places, and extended an invitation to all found in and about these dens to attend the meetings.Patrick Bailey was seated in the first place visited, and was in a maudlin state of intoxication. Bloated, ragged, dissolute, he was