those　we　had　hitherto　traversed。　It　was　the　most　noisome　quarter　of
  London；　where　every　thing　wore　the　worst　impress　of　the　most　deplorable
  poverty；　and　of　the　most　desperate　crime。　By　the　dim　light　of　an
  accidental　lamp；　tall；　antique；　worm…eaten；　wooden　tenements　were　seen
  tottering　to　their　fall；　in　directions　so　many　and　capricious　that　scarce
  the　semblance　of　a　passage　was　discernible　between　them。　The　paving…stones
  lay　at　random；　displaced　from　their　beds　by　the　rankly…growing　grass。
  Horrible　filth　festered　in　the　dammed…up　gutters。　The　whole　atmosphere
  teemed　with　desolation。　Yet；　as　we　proceeded；　the　sounds　of　human　life
  revived　by　sure　degrees；　and　at　length　large　bands　of　the　most　abandoned
  of　a　London　populace　were　seen　reeling　to　and　fro。　The　spirits　of　the　old
  man　again　flickered　up；　as　a　lamp　which　is　near　its　death　hour。　Once　more
  he　strode　onward　with　elastic　tread。　Suddenly　a　corner　was　turned；　a　blaze
  of　light　burst　upon　our　sight；　and　we　stood　before　one　of　the　huge
  suburban　temples　of　Intemperance　…　one　of　the　palaces　of　the　fiend；　Gin。
  It　was　now　nearly　day…break；　but　a　number　of　wretched　inebriates　still
  pressed　in　and　out　of　the　flaunting　entrance。　With　a　half　shriek　of　joy
  the　old　man　forced　a　passage　within；　resumed　at　once　his　original　bearing；
  and　stalked　backward　and　forward；　without　apparent　object；　among　the
  throng。　He　had　not　been　thus　long　occupied；　however；　before　a　rush　to　the
  doors　gave　token　that　the　host　was　closing　them　for　the　night。　It　was
  something　even　more　intense　than　despair　that　I　then　observed　upon　the
  countenance　of　the　singular　being　whom　I　had　watched　so　pertinaciously。
  Yet　he　did　not　hesitate　in　his　career；　but；　with　a　mad　energy；　retraced
  his　steps　at　once；　to　the　heart　of　the　mighty　London。　Long　and　swiftly　he
  fled；　while　I　followed　him　in　the　wildest　amazement；　resolute　not　to
  abandon　a　scrutiny　in　which　I　now　felt　an　interest　all…absorbing。　The　sun
  arose　while　we　proceeded；　and；　when　we　had　once　again　reached　that　most
  thronged　mart　of　the　populous　town；　the　street　of　the　D　Hotel；　it
  presented　an　appearance　of　human　bustle　and　activity　scarcely　inferior　to
  what　I　had　seen　on　the　evening　before。　And　here；　long；　amid　the　momently
  increasing　confusion；　did　I　persist　in　my　pursuit　of　the　stranger。　But；　as
  usual；　he　walked　to　and　fro；　and　during　the　day　did　not　pass　from　out　the
  turmoil　of　that　street。　And；　as　the　shades　of　the　second　evening　came　on；
  I　grew　wearied　unto　death；　and；　stopping　fully　in　front　of　the　wanderer；
  gazed　at　him　steadfastly　in　the　face。　He　noticed　me　not；　but　resumed　his
  solemn　walk；　while　I；　ceasing　to　follow；　remained　absorbed　in
  contemplation。　〃This　old　man；〃　I　said　at　length；　〃is　the　type　and　the
  genius　of　deep　crime。　He　refuses　to　be　alone。　＇page　228：＇　He　is　the　man　of
  the　crowd。　It　will　be　in　vain　to　follow；　for　I　shall　learn　no　more　of　him；
  nor　of　his　deeds。　The　worst　heart　of　the　world　is　a　grosser　book　than　the
  'Hortulus　Anim？'　｛*1｝　and　perhaps　it　is　but　one　of　the　great　mercies　of
  God　that　'er　lasst　sich　nicht　lesen。'　〃
  ｛*1｝　The　〃_Hortulus　Anim？cum　Oratiunculis　Aliquibus　Superadditis_〃　of
  Gr黱ninger
  ~~~　End　of　Text　~~~
  Never　Bet　the　Devil　Your　Head
  A　Tale　With　a　Moral。
  〃_CON　tal　que　las　costumbres　de　un　autor_；〃　says　Don　Thomas　de　las　Torres；
  in　the　preface　to　his　〃Amatory　Poems〃　_〃sean　puras　y　castas；　importo　muy
  poco　que　no　sean　igualmente　severas　sus　obras〃_　　meaning；　in　plain
  English；　that；　provided　the　morals　of　an　author　are　pure　personally；　it
  signifies　nothing　what　are　the　morals　of　his　books。　We　presume　that　Don
  Thomas　is　now　in　Purgatory　for　the　assertion。　It　would　be　a　clever　thing；
  too；　in　the　way　of　poetical　justice；　to　keep　him　there　until　his　〃Amatory
  Poems〃　get　out　of　print；　or　are　laid　definitely　upon　the　shelf　through
  lack　of　readers。　Every　fiction　should　have　a　moral；　and；　what　is　more　to
  the　purpose；　the　critics　have　discovered　that　every　fiction　has。　Philip
  Melanchthon；　some　time　ago；　wrote　a　commentary　upon　the
  〃Batrachomyomachia；〃　and　proved　that　the　poet's　object　was　to　excite　a
  distaste　for　sedition。　Pierre　la　Seine；　going　a　step　farther；　shows　that
  the　intention　was　to　recommend　to　young　men　temperance　in　eating　and
  drinking。　Just　so；　too；　Jacobus　Hugo　has　satisfied　himself　that；　by
  Euenis；　Homer　meant　to　insinuate　John　Calvin；　by　Antinous；　Martin　Luther；
  by　the　Lotophagi；　Protestants　in　general；　and；　by　the　Harpies；　the　Dutch。
  Our　more　modern　Scholiasts　are　equally　acute。　These　fellows　demonstrate　a
  hidden　meaning　in　〃The　Antediluvians；〃　a　parable　in　Powhatan；〃　new　views
  in　〃Cock　Robin；〃　and　transcendentalism　in　〃Hop　O'　My　Thumb。〃　In　short；　it
  has　been　shown　that　no　man　can　sit　down　to　write　without　a　very　profound
  design。　Thus　to　authors　in　general　much　trouble　is　spared。　A　novelist；　for
  example；　need　have　no　care　of　his　moral。　It　is　there　　that　is　to　say；　it
  is　somewhere　　and　the　moral　and　the　critics　can　take　care　of　themselves。
  When　the　proper　time　arrives；　all　that　the　gentleman　intended；　and　all
  that　he　did　not　intend；　will　be　brought　to　light；　in　the　〃Dial；〃　or　the
  〃Down…Easter；〃　together　with　all　that　he　ought　to　have　intended；　and　the
  rest　that　he　clearly　meant　to　intend：　　so　that　it　will　all　come　very
  straight　in　the　end。
  There　is　no　just　ground；　therefore；　for　the　charge　brought　against　me　by
  certain　ignoramuses　　that　I　have　never　written　a　moral　tale；　or；　in　more
  precise　words；　a　tale　with　a　moral。　They　are　not　the　critics　predestined
  to　bring　me　out；　and　develop　my　morals：　　that　is　the　secret。　By　and　by
  the　〃North　American　Quarterly　Humdrum〃　will　make　them　ashamed　of　their
  stupidity。　In　the　meantime；　by　way　of　staying　execution　　by　way　of
  mitigating　the　accusations　against　me　　I　offer　the　sad　history　appended；
  a　history　about　whose　obvious　moral　there　can　be　no　question　whatever；
  since　he　who　runs　may　read　it　in　the　large　capitals　which　form　the　title
  of　the　tale。　I　should　have　credit　for　this　arrangement　　a　far　wiser　one
  than　that　of　La　Fontaine　and　others；　who　reserve　the　impression　to　be
  conveyed　until　the　last　moment；　and　thus　sneak　it　in　at　the　fag　end　of
  their　fables。
  Defuncti　injuria　ne　afficiantur　was　a　law　of　the　twelve　tables；　and　De
  mortuis　nil　nisi　bonum　is　an　excellent　injunction　　even　if　the　dead　in
  question　be　nothing　but　dead　small　beer。　It　is　not　my　design；　therefore；
  to　vituperate　my　deceased　friend；　Toby　Dammit。　He　was　a　sad　dog；　it　is
  true；　and　a　dog's　death　it　was　that　he　died；　but　he　himself　was　not　to
  blame　for　his　vices。　They　grew　out　of　a　personal　defect　in　his　mother。　She
  did　her　best　in　the　way　of　flogging　him　while　an　infant　　for　duties　to
  her　well　　regulated　mind　were　always　pleasures；　and　babies；　like　tough
  steaks；　or　the　modern　Greek　olive　trees；　are　invariably　the　better　for
  beating　　but；　poor　woman！　she　had　the　misfortune　to　be　left…handed；　and
  a　child　flogged　left…handedly　had　better　be　left　unflogged。　The　world
  revolves　from　right　to　left。　It　will　not　do　to　whip　a　baby　from　left　to
  right。　If　each　blow　in　the　proper　direction　drives　an　evil　propensity　out；
  it　follows　that　every　thump　in　an　opposite　one　knocks　its　quota　of
  wickedness　in。　I　was　often　present　at　Toby's　chastisements；　and；　even　by
  the　way　in　which　he　kicked；　I　could　perceive　that　he　was　getting　worse　and
  worse　every　day。　At　last　I　saw；　through　the　tears　in　my　eyes；　that　there
  was　no　hope　of　the　villain　at　all；　and　one　day　when　he　had　been　cuffed
  until　he　grew　so　black　in　the　face　that　one　might　have　mistaken　him　for　a
  little　African；　and　no　effect　had　been　produced　beyond　that　of　making　him
  wriggle　himself　into　a　fit；　I　could　stand　it　no　longer；　but　went　down　upon
  my　knees　forthwith；　and；　uplifting　my　voice；　made　prophecy　of　his　ruin。
  The　fact　is　that　his　precocity　in　vice　was　awful。　At　five　months　of　age　he
  used　to　get　into　such　passions　that　he　was　unable　to　articulate。　At　six
  months；　I　caught　him　gnawing　a　pack　of　cards。　At　seven　months　he　was　in
  the　constant　habit　of　catching　and　kissing　the　female　babies。　At　eight
  months　he　peremptorily　refused　to　put　his　signature　to　the　Temperance
  pledge。　Thus　he　went　on　increasing　in　iniquity；　month　after　month；　until；
  at　the　close　of　the　first　year；　he　not　only　insisted　upon　wearing
  moustaches；　but　had　contracted　a　propensity　for　cursing　and　swearing；　and
  for　backing　his　assertions　by　bets。
  Through　this　latter　most　ungentlemanly　practice；　the　ruin　which　I　had
  predicted　to　Toby　Dammit　overtook　him　at　last。　The　fashion　had　〃grown　with
  his　growth　and　strengthened　with　his　strength；〃　so　that；　when　he　came　to
  be　a　man；　he　could　scarcely　utter　a　sentence　without　interlarding　it　with
  a　proposition　to　gamble。　Not　that　he　actually　laid　wagers　　no。　I　will　do
  my　friend　the　justice　to　say　that　he　would　as　soon　have　laid　eggs。　With
  him　the　thing　was　a　mere　formula　　nothing　more。　His　expressions　on　this
  head　had　no　meaning　attached　to　them　whatever。　They　were　simple　if　not
  altogether　innocent　expletives　　imaginative　phrases　wherewith　to　round
  off　a　sentence。　When　he　said　〃I'll　bet　you　so　and　so；〃　nobody　ever　thought
  of　taking　him　up；　but　still　I　could　not　help　thinking　it　my　duty　to　put
  him　down。　The　habit　was　an　immoral　one；　and　so　I　tol