Rum-Selling Brings Sorrow

A tavern keeper in Rensselaer county had abandoned the traffic in alcohol, after having been several years engaged in it. Whenever the subject of his selling liquor was referred to, he was observed to feel deep regret and sorrow. A friend one day inquired the cause. "I will tell you," said he. And opening his account book, he said, "Here are forty-four names of men who have been my customers, most of them for years. Thirty-two of these men lie in the drunkard's grave; ten of the remaining twelve are now living confirmed sots." These are the fruits of this dreadful and degrading business.