nce of these circumstances, and of their
bad effects, that many a well-meaning person, presumably to have a good
time, or to acquire heel-grace, goes into the dance, secures a passion
for dancing, and through its seductive influences are led into sin and
shame. The following is an incident out of his own experience related
by Professor T. A. Faulkner, an ex-dancing master. Professor Faulkner is
the author of the little book entitled "From the Ball Room to Hell." A
book which every person who sees no harm in dancing should read.

"Here is a girl. The one remaining child of wealthy parents, their idol
and joy. A dancing-school having opened near their home, the daughter,
for accomplishment, was sent to it. She came from her home, modest, and
her innate spirit of purity rebelled against the liberties taken by the
dancing-master, and the men he introduced to her. She became indignant
at the indecent attitudes she was called upon to assume, but noticing a
score of young women, many of them from the best homes in the town, all
yielding to the vulgar embrace, she cast aside that spirit of modesty
which had been the development of years of home-training, and setting
her face against nature's protective warnings, gave herself, as did the
others, to this prolonged embrace set to music. Having learned to dance,
its fascinations led her an enthusiastic captive. Modesty was crucified,
decency outraged, virtue lost its power over her soul, and she spent
her days dreaming of the delights of the sensual whirl of the evening.
Hardly conscious of the change she had now become as bold as any of the
women, and loved the embrace of the charmer. The graduation of the class
was, of course, the occasion of a waltzing reception. To that reception
she went, attended by her father, who looked with a proud heart on
the fulsome greeting his dear one received. After a little the father
retired, leaving his daughter to the care of the many handsome gallants
who danced attendance upon her. The reception did not close until
the small hours of the morning. Each waltz became more voluptuous;
intoxicated by sensuality, the dancers became more bold, and lust was
aroused in every breast. How many sins that reception occasioned, I
do not know; this, at least, is sure, that this girl who entered
that dancing-hall three months before, as pure as an angel, was that
night.robbed of her honor and returned to her home deprived forever of
that most precious jewel of