excitement, restlessness; and there was a look of wild despairing anguish on his face, as he clutched the glass to allay the terrible craving of his system.  He drank till his head was giddy, and his gait was staggering, and then started for home.  He entered the gate and slipped on the ice, and being too intoxicated to rise or comprehend his situation, he lay helpless in the dark and cold, until there crept over him that sleep from which there is no awakening, and when morning had broken in all its glory, Charles Romaine had drifted out of life, slain by the wine which at [last] had “bitten like an adder and stung like a serpent.”  Jeanette had waited and watched through the small hours of the night, till nature o’erwearied had sought repose in sleep and rising very early in the morning, she had gone to the front door to look down the street for his coming when the first object that met her gaze was the lifeless form of her husband.  One wild and bitter shriek rent the air, and she fell fainting on the frozen corpse.  Her friends gathered round her, all that love and tenderness could do was done for the wretched wife, but nothing could erase from her mind one agonizing sorrow, it was the memory of her fatal triumph over his good resolution years ago at her mother’s silver wedding.  Carelessly she had sowed the seeds of transgression whose fearful yield was a harvest of bitter misery.  Mrs. Clifford came to her in her hour of trial, and tried to comfort and sustain the heart-stricken woman; who had tried to take life easy, but found it terribly hard, and she has measurably succeeded.  In the home of her cousin she is trying to bear the burden of her life as well as she can.  Her eye never lights up with joy.  The bloom and flush have left her careworn face.  Tears from her eyes long used to weeping have blenched the coloring of her life existence, and she is passing through life with the shadow of the grave upon her desolate heart.

Joe Gough has been true to his pledge, plenty and comfort have taken the place of poverty and pain.  He continued his membership with the church of his choice and Mary is also striving to live a new life, and to be the ministering angel that keeps his steps, and he feels that in answer to prayer, his appetite for strong drink has been taken away.

Life with Mrs. Clifford has become a thing of brightness and beauty, and when children sprang up in her path making gladness and sunshine around her home, she was a wife and tender mother, fond but not foolish; firm in her household government, but not stern and unsympathising in her manner.  The faithful friend and companion of her daughters, she won their confidence by her loving care and tender caution.  She taught them to come to her in their hours of perplexity and trial and to keep no secrets from her sympathising heart.  She taught her sons to be as upright in their lives and as pure in their conversation as she would have her daughters, recognizing for each only