The encouragement and counsel I received there, gave me strength, to keep the resolution I had formed, and which I have kept to the present moment, viz: TO DRINK NO MORE! Ever since I left Chicago, I have held a respectable position; and now hold the principal position in a house of business, the doors of which I was forbidden to enter six years ago.

I do not write this in any spirit of self-laudation, but simply to lay the honor where it belongs--at the door of the 'Washingtonian Home.'" The following from the "experience" of one of the inmates of the Chicago "Home," will give the reader an idea of the true character of this and similar institutions, and of the way in which those who become inmates are treated.

A lady who took an interest in the writer, had said to him, "You had better go to the Washingtonian Home." What followed is thus related: HOW I WAS TREATED IN THE HOME.
"I looked at her in surprise.

Send me to a reformatory?
I told her that I did not think that I was sunk so low, or bound so fast in the coils of the 'worm of the still,' that it was necessary for me, a young man not yet entered into the prime of manhood, to be confined in a place designed for the cure of habitual drunkards.

I had heard vague stories, but nothing definite concerning the Home, and thought that the question was an insult, but I did not reply to the question.