the perfect work of the liquor traffic. With a I er and a stagger, and an oath he declared“this to be a prettvfhard place for women to be.” Thus his innate sense of decency told him the place was one unfit for good people.Placing our hand upon his shoulder, we took him for a walking text, from which we spoke to the large number who were within hearing distance. It was an object lesson for temperance not soon to be forgotten.When the evening meeting opened Patrick was there, but too much intoxicated to be permitted to sign the pledge. The next morning, at an early hour, we saw him coming from the saloon. He had been there to satisfy that terrible craving that is known best by the poor victims of diink, as it demands the “morning nip.”Extending our hand, with a pleasant “Good morning,” as wc stepped to the sidewalk to greet him, we said: “Patrick, I am sorry to sec you go there. Can you not try to-day to go without tnore drink, and cometo our meetings, and sign the pledge?”Kind words, to winch he had become a stranger, brought groat tears to his c heeks, :*s he replied: “God knows. 1 ought to take your advice. I ought to have stopped this tweiily-five years ago. Good lady, I will try.”