A FEW years ago a gentleman in indigent circumstances died leaving two children, a son and a daughter. His brother, a bachelor, who is a wealthy merchant, owning a store on Broadway, where he has carried on a successful business for nearly thirty years, adopted these children and supported and educated them with parental care. The son is now in business, supporting himself. The daughter grew up a beautiful girl. She was well educated, accomplished and attractive, and had the advantage of traveling and whatever else wealth could bestow. About three years ago the young lady had a severe illness. When she was convalescent her physician ordered brandy given her regularly to assist in her recovery. About a year ago I was in the uncle’s store late in the afternoon, when this young lady came in so drunk that she could with difficulty walk. It was a shocking sight, and her uncle told me that from taking the brandy ordered by her physician the habit of using it had been fixed upon her, and he was at a loss to know what to do. Some two weeks after, I was in his store again in the morning. He appeared very much distressed, and I asked him what ailed him. He said his niece had been gone all night, and he did not know what had become of her. Presently a policeman came in and asked him if he had a niece, giving her name. He answered “Yes,” and with earnestness inquired if he knew where she was. The officer told him she was in a cell in the Tombs; that she had been found the night before in the streets so drunk that she could not give any account of herself, but in the morning had given her name and told with whom she lived. Her uncle, with much emotion exclaimed, “This is worse than death!” He accompanied the officer to the Tombs and took the young lady home. After consulting with me as to what was best to be done, it was concluded to send her to an inebriate asylum, to which she assented, expressing a strong desire to be cured of this terrible disease. She was accordingly sent to a neighboring asylum, where she remained several months. When she came home her uncle kindly received her and provided her with handsome apparel. A few days after she came into his store late in the afternoon intoxicated. He expostulated with her, when, in a fit of drunken fury, she snatched an elegant and costly bonnet from her head, and tore it in pieces, throwing the fragments at him, saying that she could do whatever she had a mind to. The next day she went away, and her friends do not know what has become of her. She may be in a drunkard’s grave, or—we will not pursue the subject. Another elegant woman is lost! This may be called an extreme case, but it is strictly and literally true. It is but one of many similar cases in this city, both among males and females. There is a fearful responsibility resting upon the medical profession, who, following the dogmas of an ignorant age, indiscriminately order the use of alcoholic stimulants.—N. Y. Daily Witness.