unjust to thy friend art thou;
You gave me drink and you took my cash,
You made me, sir, as you see me now.
You scorn me too, as a drunken wretch,
Debased and steep't in the dregs of sin;
And when I ask but a single glass,
You'll kick me out tho' you took me in.

_Chorus._--O give me, sir, &c.

Thro' ten long years while I labored hard,
You gave me drink, and you drain'd my purse,
I was your friend, and your blessings then,
Have proved at length but a demon's curse.
My loving wife and my children dear,
Have often sigh'd with a hungry soul,
While I was here with my social friends
And drinking deep from your mad'ning bowl.

_Chorus._--O give me, sir, &c.

My health and youth I have wasted here;
To thee, for drink, my money I gave;
I'm now a wreck of what I was once,
And sinking fast to a drunkard's grave;
All wasted here in my reckless course,
Which neither thou nor time can restore;
Then pity me now for old friendship's sake,
And give one glass and I'll ask no more.

_Chorus._--"Begone from here, you miserable wretch!"
The landlord cried, and he stamp't and swore,
Then kick't him out to the cold night storm,
And curs'd the wretch as he closed his door.

Frederick Charlston continued to step into a saloon occasionally to pass
an evening with his comrades. Every expedient was tried to persuade him
to taste with them; but with a manly spirit of independence he remained
for several weeks invincible to their attacks. At length he was induced
to take a tumbler with hot water, sweetened with sugar, and flavored
with nutmeg and peppermint. But Jenkins one night gave the innkeeper a
wink to put a few drops of Scotch whiskey into Fred's tumbler. A few
drops were sufficient to slightly stimulate his brain, and produce a
flow of social feeling within his heart; and thus, when too late, he
discovered that he had tasted of the evil spirit. Having once tasted, he
felt a less restriction of duty; and on subsequent occasions allowed a
few drops to be added to the mixture. _Only a few drops!_ how
insignificant in number! how innocent they appear within themselves!
But, alas, a few drops were added to the few, until they became _a great
number_; and before winter had thrown off its fleecy covering, Frederick
Charlston could empty a tumbler of hot punch as re