I was soon this morning called about nine miles to the wife of a Mr. who loves the bottle well filled with spirits much better than his work or anything else. This man is yet young and his wife has but one child. He is now well situated for a common poor man; all left him by his father. He now has a senseless stupid vacancy in his counterance, perfectly inactive, and from the symptoms observable round him, all will in a very short period be swept from him, for what? For dreams! Mournful sight to this young family going down to abject poverty. I hope you will remember that such conduct was in destruction and never be guilty of this foolish and detestable vice.