Tho following anecdote is related of the late Horace Greeley, who is well known to have boon throughout lifo a stauneh advocate of tomperanoe. Through all the cainpaign he sat at public dinners and stippera whero wine and spiriti nowed froely, but ha never passod the bottlo or touehed the bottle hiinself. The waitei'8, who knew his temporáneo principies, wcre gonerally puzzled what to do wben thoy cume to tho row of glassos ffenting his plate, as they fronted all othois. Usually they wora directed by a look or gesturo of tho master of ceremonies, to para him by in sitanco ; Imt on ono occasion an Irish iraiter would not ibido such an apparent breash of hospitality. " Hadn't yo betther tako something, sir to get tip an appotito, like, ïfter your long ride, sir? " the hospitablo Hibernian wbispered to t.hp startlod sugo. " A little brandy-and-wather, now, would do ye good, - it would upon mo sowl, sir." The heartiness of the ap]ieal touched the Tribune philosopher. Ho rocogmzijd thü ring of true hospitality in its tones, and his heart relonted at the idea of doprossing sucb. sterling virtuo by a contiuuod refusal. " Brandy-and-water ??' said he. " Well, Pat, I'll tako half that, to obligo you. (jrive me the wa 'aaiend lot somo one ulaö have the brandy."