—I passed a tramp to-day; and while we walked together I composed an address:
“My brother—for are we not brothers, thou and I?
“Have we not fled from the sleek man, thou and I? And is it not we alone that know Truth?
“Thy clothing is ragged, and there is hunger in thine eyes; it is so also with me.
“It is thy fate to wander; it is my fate to wander too. And with restless eyes to look out upon the world, to meet with distrust from men.
“Yet not for that am I sad, nay, not for that, but for a deeper sorrow; because I was sent out into the world with a curse upon me, because I was sent out into the world a Drunkard.
“Yea, so it is, my brother.
“And that for which I thirst is not easy to find; and when I have found it I am not content, but must seek more; and so I have only desolation.
“Who laid this curse upon us, my brother?