"How does it taste, I wonder," said Jamie, as he saw Patrick Flynn take a glass of steaming punch from the bar of a restaurant. "Did you never taste strong drink, James?" said a handsome old man standing by. "Never," said Jamie, "I wonder if it's good." "I cannot tell how it tastes," said Mr. Landers. "I am sixty years old and never tasted it in my life, and I am proud to say it. I see what it does. It has cheated poor Flynn out of his snug little home; it has clothed his poor wife and children in rags, and made him cross and quarrelsome; it is liquid fire and theft and poison. I don't want to know how it tastes." "Neither do I," said Jamie. "Thank you, Mr. Landers, for what you have said. When I am a man sixty years old I, too, will have it to say 'I never tasted strong drink in my life.'"—Sel.