AN INCURABLE DRUNKARD.

Colonist, Volume IV, Issue 418, 25 October 1861, Page 3

AN INCURABLE DRUNKARD.

One Simeon Tate, says an American paper, was an incorrigible bacchanal. His wife had tried many schemes to redeem him, but without avail; at last Mrs. Tate bethought herself of another plan of making a reformed drunkard of her lord. With the assistance of her two brothers, she caused her husband, while in a state of insensibility, to be conveyed to an apartment provided for the purpose, in another house, and a man with whom Mr. Tate was unacquainted was employed to stay with him until he recovered the use of his senses. This attendant had received his instructions, and was prepared to act a part which was designed to frighten Mr. Tate out of his bad habits. It was nearly midnight when Simeon awoke, and he found himself lying on a pine table in a dim and strange apartment. Raising himself on one elbow, he looked round until his eyes rested on a man seated on a stove, and smoking a cigar. • Hollo I where am I ?' said Simeon. 1 In the Medical College,* said the cigar smoker. • What a' doing there V • Going to be cut up.* • How comes that?" ♦Why, you died yesterday while you were drunk, and we brought your body to dissect.' • It's a lie; I'm not dead.' •No matter. We bought your carcase from your wife, who had a right to sell it, for it's all the" good she ever could make of jtou. If you're not dead that's not the fault ofthe doctors, and they'll cut you up, dead or alive.'

4 You will do it, eh ?' asked the old sot. • Aye, to be sure we will, now directly,' was the resolute answer.

•Well, can't you let us have a little of something to drink before you begin?' Mrs. Tate and her brothers were hard by, but out of sight, listening to the dialogue. Simeon's last speech convinced them that the case was hopeless, and it is not likely that any other attempt will be made to reform him.