Morning journal and courier., 1882-07-26

of the town. He looks more exhausted and the slightest object easily makes him tumble down. To our great astonishment he directs his way to graveyard just little beyond, and we decide to go there with him.
 curious graveyard There are no divi- ding fences designating the lots of different families, and no roads leading to different parts of the graveyard, but all graves are huddled together without an apparent order or design. How will this young man walk into this graveyard ? He is just a few steps inside of it, and he has had almost many | falls. Oh, dear me! see him bump himself terribly against large grave stone and fall down most helplessly. He looks to be per fectly motionless Is he dead? No, he looks indeed ghastly pale, but he cannot be dead he has just vomited a little more, and | hark he murmurs some unintelligible words and then groans deeply. The murmuring and grooming gradually sink and give way to | a heavy sleep.
 Now Dali Najib is lying before us on | rough, stony ground, Is he not one of the most miserable and helpless of all men? It seems to me that he chose unconsciously the right place for his lodglng-a living dead among the real dead. Will you blame me | for calling him dead man
 But what are those miserable creatures coming toward the graves? They may be dogs; yes, they are dogs. Such dogs crowd | the streets of every town and city in Turkey, | belonging te no person and having no food l to eat but the offal of the towns. The dogs | which we have seen are now wandering in the graveyard, and it seems they direct ing their steps to the spot where Dali Najib | lies. Nearer, nearer, only few yards; one l of them comes to him. and now all of them | are with him. They walk round about him. | Will they attack him /? Yes, they will if they ! think he is dead. They think he smells bad enough to be eaten for dead man, and they decide the matter by bite which results in no perceptible movement. Was I not right l in calling this young man a living dead man
 We can no more look upon this young man | under the tearing canine teeth of these hun gry dogs and soon leave the place. Once Nobleman (Najib means nobleman), then
 Mad" Nobleman (Dali Najib) and finally l food of dogs; what awful st. ps in the way of degradation think alcohol challenges | human imagination to produce such possl
 ble case of degradation which it has not yet actually realized in the history of intemper- ance.
 I am you would like to know the end of this most miserable young man. It seems the severity of pain brought him into con- sciousness enough to make some struggling | movements, on account of which the dogs left him there in blood and pain. In the morning some persons passing by the grave yard found him lying there so helplessly, and were kind enough to take him to the home of one of his sisters. See this young again. He is lifted upon the back of 8 strong man to be carried to the city Others are kindly taking care of his dropping head and helplessly hanging extremities. His body 1 bears several terrible wounds, his legs have lost about two pounds of flesh, and h1s blood stained rags torn into pieces. big crowd gathers around the bearers until they reach their destined place. A little pause be- fore the gate of the house and some con l fused talk here and there, then the aston ished and surprised crowd moves on together with the bearers, who have yet their poor burden with them. What is the matter :?
 Why, his sister refused to receive home a | drunken brother, and she insisted upon her refusal in spite of all the entreaties of the bearers. A drunken brother brought home by crowd She feels it with woman's sense unbearable shame. Yet where IS a woman's tender heart and a sisters com passion in this woman? I think she is not a monstrous creature. She may be sympa- thizing woman at least with her relatives a tender mother to her children and loving,
 loyal wife to her husband She must have lost her sisterly feelings toward her brother
 Why? Because Dali Najib has benumbed and deadened all these natural sensibllities
 by his cruel conduct. We cannot tell how
 many times he came to her home drunken and utterly miserable, and how many times
 he insulted her madly at the time of his
 "madness," till all her affections toward
 him were poisoned to death and she was en-
 tirely alienated from him. Yes, 1t was his
 own cruel conduct that made his sister send
 him away from her door. Yet it is strange
 enough that his utterly helpless condition
 could not recall to life his sisters pity and compassion, or if it revived those humane
 feelings, it could not move them power
 fully as to result in her receiving him home.
 She seems to be a cruel woman after all
 Let us go to how Dali Najib's second
 sister is dealing with him. The bearers are
 arguing with her and trying to persuade her
 to receive him home. Dali Nsjib is reaping now abnndantly what he sowed in his preVi-
 ous life His nearest relatives seem to be the
 very farthest from sympathizing with him.
 On account of his choosing to be "mad''
 God has rejected him nature has disowned
 him; he stands almost alone in Gods uni
 verse poor, downcast, degraded to the last
 possible degree-dead while living Who
 will receive this homeless young man if his
 sister will not? He is growing more help
 less upon the back of his bearer as the time F passes on, as if each flying minute is adding , some more to his misery. The government
 in Turkey does not take care of such men.
 His second sister sees no alternative and re-
 ceives him in. Oh, who can describe the . pain, misery and woe of which Dali NaJlb
 was conscious even in that most degraded condition in his last two days at this home
 As there could be no hope for his recovery, very probably no doctor was called to attend } him, and thus Ee passed out of existence, : taking his misery and woe with him. We
 cannot follow him beyond the gate of an un 5 timely grave, nor would we like to do so ii F we could The story of his life on this side of the grave is sad enough.
 = Several days ago while I was passing
 through the Green boy handed me an ad vertisement by which learned that certain
 brewer had the purest lager beer always 2 fresh and cool. I understood the advertiser ! as telling me that if I was going to follow : Mad Noble nan" in his way of destruction
 he could apply me with the best fatal stuf : What horrible trade is this liquor traffic Q The tune may not be far when the Christian sentiment growing in favor of the temper . ance will prove fatal to this shameful traffic and clear it out from this fair hnt
 blessed land but cannot anticipate such g blissful time, at least at present, for my owi l