fall between us and the going home scene in two hacks to which the half
intoxicated girls have been conveyed by brutes in human form.

We only know that these girls are now unable to resist, if they were to
try, the deed of shame their male companions are bent upon doing, in
that closed carriage, whose driver has been ordered to go slowly, and we
know what has taken place, as in after days we see these girls no more
in respectable society, although their accomplices still appear as most
elegant and highly respectable gentlemen, alias ball-room Apollos.

This tragedy, my friends, was acted out in real life, and is only a
sample of hundreds and hundreds of cases of which I have had personal
knowledge.

"But," some mothers say, "I know that I can trust my daughter. The waltz
may be the means of leading astray some shallow, low-minded girls, and
may arouse the lower nature of some of those whose lower nature lies
very near the surface, but such girls would go astray anyway. My
daughter is a pure, high-minded girl, and I am sure she is trustworthy."

I am glad she is. Keep her so, my friend, _keep her so_. Do not risk
making her otherwise by placing her under the greatest temptation that
can possibly come to a girl.

If you place her in the dancing academy or ball-room she cannot and will
not remain what you say she now is, and she has but a comparatively
small chance of escaping ruin--comparatively only a small chance, I say.

It is a startling fact, but a fact nevertheless, that _two-thirds of the
girls who are ruined fall through the influence of dancing_. Mark my