ays produced by intoxication. At length,
and when the night was more than half spent, he assisted him to bed--a
task of very considerable difficulty, were it not that it was relieved
by his receiving from the tipsy man several admirable precepts, and an
abundance of excellent advice, touching his conduct in the world; not
forgetting religion, on which he dwelt with a maudlin solemnity of
manner, that was, or would have been to strangers, extremely ludicrous.
Frank, however, could not look upon it with levity. He understood
his brother's character and foibles too well, and feared that
notwithstanding his many admirable qualities, his vanity and want of
firmness, or, in other words, of self-dependence, might overbalance them
all.

The next morning his brother Frank was obliged to leave betimes, and
consequently had no opportunity of advising or remonstrating with him.
On rising, he felt sick and feverish, and incapable of going into his
workshop. The accession made to his family being known, several of his
neighbors came in to inquire after the health of his wife and infant;
and as Art, when left to his own guidance, had never been remarkable
for keeping a secret, he made no scruple of telling them that he had
got drunk the night before, and was, of course, quite out of order that
morning. Among the rest, the first to come in was little Toal Finnigan,
who, in addition to his other virtues, possessed a hardness of head--by
which we mean a capacity for bearing drink--that no liquor, or no
quantity of liquor, could overcome.

"Well," said Toal, "sure it's very reasonable that you should be out of
ordher; after bein' seven years from it, it doesn't come so natural to
you as it would do. Howandiver, you know that there's but the one cure
for it--a hair of the same dog that bit you; and if you're afeared to
take the same hair by yourself, why I'll take a tuft of it wid you,
an' we'll dhrink the wife's health--my ould sweetheart--and the little
sthranger's."

"Throth I believe you're right," said Art, "in regard to the cure; so
in the name of goodness we'll have a gauliogue to begin the day wid, an'
set the hair straight on us."

During that day, Art was neither drunk nor sober, but halfway between
the two states. He went to his workshop about two o'clock; but his
journeymen and apprentices could smell the strong whiskey off him, and
perceive an occasional thickness of pronunciation in his speech, which
a good deal surprise