he is that he is to be talked to like that; he is as good as anybody else, though he knows all the while that he is rotten right through. What is to be done with a man like that? He is determined to go over hedge and ditch to hell. His father, a dear grey-headed old saint, has blocked the way; but he has pushed him aside. His mother has come, and said, “My boy, do not ruin yourself;” and she has hung about his neck, and tried to keep him from sin; but he has shaken her off. In spite of wife, child,