"Stop poor sinner, stop and think
Before you farther go,
No longer sport upon the brink
Of everlasting woe."
"'Exactly!' replied his lordship, with the utmost gravity. 'And if you choose to visit the bottomless pit, I won't go with you—we must part company, for I swear I'll not move another step towards it!—What's this?' he said, taking up his glass of wine,
"'Taste it,' suggested I.
"'This is hell broth!' he exclaimed. 'I renounce it for ever!' And he threw it out into the middle of the table.
"'Fill again!' said I, handing him the bottle—'and let us drink to your renunciation.'
"'It's rank poison,' said he, grasping the bottle by the neck, 'and I forswear it! I've given up gambling, and I'll give up this too.' He was on the point of deliberately pouring the whole contents of the bottle on to the table, but Hargrave wrested it from him. 'On
