Chang belongs to the Good Templars, and is a hard-working, enthusiastic supporter of all temperance reforms.

But, to his bitter distress, every now and then Eng gets drunk, and, of course, that makes Chang drunk too.
This unfortunate thing has been a great sorrow to Chang, for it almost destroys his usefulness in his favorite field of effort.

As sure as he is to head a great temperance procession Eng ranges up alongside of him, prompt to the minute, and drunk as a lord; but yet no more dismally and hopelessly drunk than his brother, who has not tasted a drop.

And so the two begin to hoot and yell, and throw mud and bricks at the Good Templars; and, of course, they break up the procession.

It would be manifestly wrong to punish Chang for what Eng does, and, therefore, the Good Templars accept the untoward situation, and suffer in silence and sorrow.