affection. And, in the exceptional cases, it will generally be
found that the wife is as mercenary, or careless of the public
good, as her husband. I have known some women to set up grog-
shops; but they were women of bad principles and worse hearts. I
remember one case, where a woman, with a sober, church-going
husband, opened a dram-shop. The husband opposed, remonstrated,
begged, threatened--but all to no purpose. The wife, by working
for the clothing stores, had earned and saved about three hundred
dollars. The love of money, in the slow process of accumulation,
had been awakened; and, in ministering to the depraved appetites
of men who loved drink and neglected their families, she saw a
quicker mode of acquiring the gold she coveted. And so the dram-
shop was opened. And what was the result? The husband quit going
to church. He had no heart for that; for, even on the Sabbath day,
the fiery stream was stayed not in his house. Next he began to
tipple. Soon, alas! the subtle poison so pervaded his system that
morbid desire came; and then he moved along quick-footed in the
way of ruin. In less than three years, I think, from the time the
grog-shop was opened by his wife, he was in a drunkard's grave. A
year or two more, and the pit that was digged for others by the
hands of the wife, she fell into herself. After breathing an
atmosphere poisoned by the fumes of liquor, the love of tasting it
was gradually formed, and she, too, in the end, became a slave to
the Demon Drink. She died at last, poor as a beggar in the street.
Ah! this liquor-selling is the way to ruin; and they who open the
gates, as well as those who enter the downward path, alike go to
destruction. But this is digressing.

After Joe Morgan and his wife left the "Sickle and Sheaf," with
that gentle child, who, as I afterward learned, had not, for a