I really think that you will go crazy on the subject of temperance.

I think you must have written these lines that I have picked up somewhere; let me see what they are,---- "Tell me not that I hate the bowl, Hate is a feeble word." "No Jeanette, I did not write them, but I have felt all the writer has so nervously expressed.

In my own sorrow-darkened home, and over my poor father's grave, I learned to hate liquor in any form with all the intensity of my nature." "Well, it was a good thing you were not at Mrs.Glossop's last night, for some of our heads were rather dizzy, and I know that Mr.Romaine was out of gear.

Now Belle! don't look so shocked and pained; I am sorry I told you." "Yes, I am very sorry.

I had great hopes that Mr.Romaine had entirely given up drinking, and I was greatly pained when I saw him take a glass of wine at your solicitation.