1930 The Saloon in the Home

THE FATAL GIFT S EVERAL years ago I had occasion to voyage in a sailing ves– sel to France. I was accompanied by my two daughters. I had provided ourselves with a bottle of the best cognac brandy in the expectation that it could be used-as my friends informed me-as a quieting medicine in case of seasickness. Prior to our retirement for the night we each took a small glass; and as the captain of the vessel, a Frenchman, happened to be below just then, he was asked to have a little. He tossed off the liquor with evident relish, smacked his lips, and bidding us "adieu" for the night, went on deck. We had not rested more than a few hours ere we were awakened by the tramping of feet and a confused noise of voices. I hastened on deck. The night was cloudy; the seamen were shouting to each other and hurrying to and fro. "What is the matter'?" I enquired, "Where is your captain'?" Judge of my horror and regret, when I learned that he had been set on to drink by the brandy I had given him, had got intoxicated, and in that shocking state had fallen overboard. He was never seen again. The Faggot, i876.

The Morning Glory

One part S~otch whiskey, The white of an egg, .The juice of half a lemon, A teaspo~nful of sugar.

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