The proposed guide enumerated a list of the most disreputable sights and places, and then Mr. Jasper interrupted him with “Who goes to see these things?” And the reply was in a list of prominent men, distinguished divines from London, a prominent minister from Brooklyn, some from New York and Chicago, and other noted men. He had a long list of those he had shown around to these stys of vice and pollution, and as Mr. Jasper questioned him about the characteristics of the different men, they were so correct it was evident that the guide had not made up his story. Said Mr. Jasper to me while relating the story: “I wonder if these men ever thought that their names would be quoted as recommendations to future visitors. They probably thought, as they were away from home, their salacious doings would never be known, but if so they were greatly mistaken. The world now is very small, only a large neighborhood in this age of fast travel, and there is no concealment of anything from your fellow men, much less from yourself and the all-seeing eye of God, yet people fool themselves that it is otherwise. When the guide had completed his descriptions of the sight-seers, I asked: ‘For what purpose did these men go with you?’ He was somewhat taken aback by the question, and then with hesitation replied: ‘Some of them for scientific purposes, but the most of them to see, and they seemed to enjoy the sights.’ Then I said, ‘Young man, you see my clean clothes, should you throw any filth on them I would knock you down, yet I could easily have them washed, and it would be only an offense, but here you deliberately propose to take me around and show me foul sights that would make filthy stains upon my mind to remain for life and throughout eternity, that neither I nor God himself could ever remove. You are an infamous dirty dog, and the sooner you leave me the better, or I will give you something to remember,’ and the guide shrank away like a dog that had been kicked.” I have often thought of this lesson taught me by my friend and further added my own reflections. Suppose I had some valued painting by one of the great masters that I was protecting with the greatest care and some one should soil it, if only just for a joke, what would I think of him or do to him? Yet I have heard of men, and I regret to say, some Christian men and clergymen too, and of women in society, who take special pleasure in gathering up all the obscene bawdy stories they can find and pride themselves on being racy raconteurs of these unsavory bits to their fellows. They are the devil’s best agents in corrupting humanity, that is if they are not each a devil himself. What puzzles me is that some people passing good at home, should take special pleasure in hunting up the nasty things when they go abroad.