He may go unharmed in his daily walks through the city though thousands of drinking-saloons crowd its busy streets.

They may hold out their enticements for him in vain.

But he is too weak to refuse the tempting glass when a fair hostess offers it, or when, in the midst of a gay company wine is in every hand and at every lip.

One glass taken, and caution and restraint are too often forgotten.

He drinks with this one and that one, until his clear head is gone and appetite, like a watchful spider, throws another cord of its fatal web around him." "I don't see what we are to do about it," said Mr.Birtwell.