Around the tea-table . nd demanded that we state what kept us so lateand what was the matter with us. Not feelingthat we were called to go into particulars, and notwishing to increase our parents apprehension thatwe were going to turn out badly, we summed upthe case with the statement that we felt miserableat the pit of the stomach. We had mustard plas-ters administered, and careful watching for somehours, when we fell asleep and forgot our disap-pointment and humiliation in being obliged tothrow away three-fourths of our first cigar. Beingnaturally reticent, we have never mentioned ituntil th
Around the tea-table . nd demanded that we state what kept us so lateand what was the matter with us. Not feelingthat we were called to go into particulars, and notwishing to increase our parents apprehension thatwe were going to turn out badly, we summed upthe case with the statement that we felt miserableat the pit of the stomach. We had mustard plas-ters administered, and careful watching for somehours, when we fell asleep and forgot our disap-pointment and humiliation in being obliged tothrow away three-fourths of our first cigar. Beingnaturally reticent, we have never mentioned ituntil this time. But how about our last cigar? It was threeoclock Sabbath morning in our Western had smoked three or four cigars since that time we wrote our sermons and took an-other cigar with each new head of discourse. Wethought we were getting the inspiration fromabove, but were getting much of it from hand trembled along the line; and strung upto the last tension of nerves, we finished our work. OUR FIRST AND LAST CIGAR. 3IQ and started from the room. A book standing onthe table fell over; and although it was not a largebook, its fall sounded to our excited system likethe crack of a pistol. As we went down the stairstheir creaking made our hair stand on end. Aswe flung ourselves on a sleepless pillow we re-solved, God helping, that we had smoked our lastcigar, and committed our last sin of night-study. We kept our promise. With the same resolu-tion went overboard coffee and tea. That nightwe were born into a new physical, mental andmoral life. Perhaps it may be better for some tosmoke, and study nights, and take exciting tem-perance beverages; but we are persuaded that ifthousands of people who now go moping, andnervous, and half exhausted through life, downwith sick headaches and rasped by irritabilities,would try- a good large dose of abstinence, theywould thank God for this paragraph of personalexperience, and make the world the same brightplace we f
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