No one but God can help them, and most of them go down to
early graves unknown.
A REMARKABLE DRUNKARD
I knew once one of the best lawyers of his day, living here a little off
Chatham Square, in a lodging-house, brought there through rum. I've
known men, lawyers, coming to see this man and getting his opinion on
legal matters. He had many such visitors in his room, but he wasn't
worth anything unless he was about half full of whiskey. These men would
know that. They would bring a couple bottles of the stuff, as though for
a social time, and then ask him questions pertaining to the case in
hand. Then he would imagine himself the lawyer of old days, and plead as
he saw the case, and he was right nine times out of ten! Oh, what a
future that man had thrown away for the Devil's stuff, rum! Those
lawyers would go away with advice from that man worth thousands of
dollars, bought with a few bottles of whiskey. He told me he had left
his wife and family to save them from shame. He has sons and daughters
in good standing. They never see him want for anything and pay his
room-rent yearly, only he must not go near them.
FORGIVING FOR CHRIST'S SAKE
Where I am located at this writing, at the Squirrel Inn, No.
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