Kind won Ip, to winch he had become a stranger, brought groat tears to his clu-eks, us he replied: uGod knows. 1 ought to take your advice. I ought to have stopped this twenty-five years ago. Good lady, I will try.” First in his seat was Mr. B-bly that night, and when an invitation was given to sign the pledge, he cauic promptly forward and signed the pledge, turning to those near him and exclaiming: “Boys, I will keep this pledge, God helping me, until I die.” He attended the other meetings regularly, and when these w’ere over he did what too many others fail to do. He assisted the answer to his prayers by his works, as lie removed himself outside of temptation bv going into the country away from the saloon. His struggle is best told in his own words, as he related them to us one morning while waiting to change cars at Colfax. A heavy rain was falling, and as we were stepping from the train Patrick came running to our side with an open umbrella, exclaiming: “ Why, I amas glad to see ye as I would be me own mother of ould Ireland! See me. I giss ye would not. know me. Ye see, I hev these new clothes, the red is out of me eye, the sores are off me face, I hev me dits paid, have bought me nace a dress, and got twinty-five dollars in the bank, all because I put on this,” turning the lappcl of his coat, and showing the bit of blue ribbon that was given him as the symbol of his new birth, his regeneration from drink. “But, Patrick,” said we, “how did you secure the mastery over your disease?” “Why,” said he, “I signed the pledge, and I went on my knees to the Vi gin Mary,” (he was a devout Catholic) “and I asked her to help me, and then I helped meself by going where I couldn’t get the stuff, until the appetite was off me.” “Greater is the man who cotiquereth himself than the man who takcth a city,” and who can measure the torture and the courage that this struggling brother was called to endure jand exercise before he mastered hijngejf ip