CIDER DELIRIUM.—­Dr. J.H.  Travis, of Masonville, N.Y., was once called to a child six years old, who was raving in the wildest delirium.  His symptoms were so peculiar that he questioned the family closely, and found that the day previous, at a raising, the child had drank freely of cider.  After the men left he had procured a straw and gone to the barrel and drank till he was senseless, and after this the delirium came on.  He exhibited undoubted symptoms of delirium tremens.  Cider was the common beverage of the family.  Dr. Travis has been called to several other cases of delirium tremens from the use of cider.—­Mrs. E.J.  Richmond.

A CAUTION TO MOTHERS.—­One of the first literary men in the United States said to a temperance lecturer:  “There is one thing which I wish you to do everywhere; entreat every mother never to give a drop of strong drink to a child.  I have had to fight as for my life all my days to keep from dying a drunkard, because I was fed with spirits when a child.  I thus acquired an appetite for it.  My brother, poor fellow, died a drunkard.”

A GIRL DRUNKARD.—­A young girl of eighteen, beautiful, intelligent, and temperate, the pride of her home, was recommended to take a little gin for some chronic ailment.  She took it; it soothed the pain; she kept on taking it; it created an artificial appetite, and in four years she died a drunkard.—­Medical Temperance Journal.

“A LITTLE WON’T HURT HIM.”—­I was the pet of the family.  Before I could well walk I was treated to the sweet from the bottom of my father’s glass.  My dear mother would gently chide with him, “Don’t, John, it will do him harm.”  To this he would smilingly reply, “This little sup won’t hurt him.”  When I became a school-boy I was ill at times, and my mother would pour for me a glass of wine from the decanter.  At first I did not like it; but, as I was told that it would make me strong, I got to like it.  When I became an apprentice, I reasoned thus:  “My parents told me that these drinks are good, and I cannot get them except at the public-house.”  Step by step I fell....  I have grown to manhood, but my course of intemperance has added sin to sin.  My days are now nearly ended.  Hope for the future I have none.—­Dying Drunkard.

DANGER.—­In one of Mr. Moody’s temperance prayer meetings at Chicago, a reformed man attributed a former relapse of drunkenness wholly to a physician’s prescription to take whiskey three times a day!

KILLED BY THE POISON.—­Many years ago, when stage coaches were in use in England, during a very cold night, a young woman mounted the coach.  A respectable tradesman sitting there asked her what induced her to travel on such a night, when she replied that she was going to the bedside of her mother, of whose illness she had just heard.  She was soon wrapped in such coats, etc., as the passengers could spare, and when they stopped the tradesman procured her some brandy.  She declined it at first, saying she had never drank spirits in her life.  But he said, “Drink it down; it won’t hurt you on such a bitter night.”  This was done repeatedly, until the poor girl fell fast asleep, and when they arrived in London she could not be roused.  She was stiff and cold in death, and the doctor, on the coroner’s inquest, said that she had been killed by the brandy.—­Mrs. Balfour.