No good ever comes of calling evil things by dainty names or veiling hard truth under mild and conservative phrases.

In granting men a license to dispense alcohol in every variety of enticing forms and in a community where a large percentage of the people have a predisposition to intemperance, consequent as well on hereditary taint as unhealthy social conditions, society commits itself to a disastrous error the fruit of which is bitterer to the taste than the ashen core of Dead Sea apples." "What about Dead Sea apples ?" asked Mr.Elliott, who came up at the moment and heard the last remark.

The two gentlemen were pew-holders in his church.

Mr.Elliott's countenance was radiant.

All his fine social feelings were active, and he was enjoying a "flow of soul," if not "a feast of reason." Wine was making glad his heart--not excess of wine, in the ordinary sense, for Mr.Elliott had no morbid desire for stimulants.