All was done for him that could be, but his feet and legs were frozen solid.

His uncle, Dr.
Henry, was brought as soon as possible, who decided that nothing could save his life but the amputation of both legs, just below the knee.

This was done; but what a change in the prospects of this promising young man! Instead of stepping lightly about as he used to do, with a smiling countenance, he at last came forth after a tedious confinement, a cripple for life, hobbling about on his knees, sad and dejected.

And what, think you, was the cause of this terrible calamity?
What prevented the Doctor from an exertion to save his life?
Wine, intoxicating wine, was undoubtedly the occasion of the heedless and reckless conduct of both himself and Capt.Helm.And should not this circumstance be a warning to parents and guardians, to young men and children, "to look not upon the wine when it is red," and remember that at last "it will bite like a serpent and sting like an adder ?" Should it not also remind those who have guests to entertain, of the sinfulness of putting the cup to their neighbor's lips?
Certainly it should.

But I must resume my story.
About this time Major Thornton of Bath, died.