"'Old Graves,' he said--'our very best man, has already been so reduced in his business by this accursed temperance movement, that he has recently thought seriously of giving up. This must not be. We cannot lose him. No mind receives our suggestions more readily than his.--If he gives up, we lose a host. You all know, that our influence on earth is powerless, unless we have men to carry out our plans. If they will not listen to our suggestion--if they will not become our agents, we can do nothing there. As spiritual existences, we cannot affect that which is corporeal, except through the spiritual united with the corporeal--that is, through spiritual bodies in material bodies. In other words, we can act on men's minds, and they can do our works on earth for us. Now, seeing that we can do nothing to stop this temperance movement, except through the self-love of the rum-sellers and rum-makers, it will never do to let old Graves fall. We must help him to some new scheme by which to bring back his diminished custom. Now what shall it be?' "'Some device that will call attention to his bar-room, is what is wanted,' remarked one. "Yes, that is plain enough,' replied old Adams, who seemed to be a kind of head devil there--'but what shall it be? That's the question!' "'Suppose we put him up to getting a woman to walk a plank,' suggested one. "'No. That has been tried already; and if it is tried again so soon, these temperance men will cry, humbug!' "'How would it do for him to get a pretty girl behind his bar.' "'That might do. But then, his wife is a sort of religious woman, and wouldn't let him do it.' "Couldn't we induce him to poison her, and so get her out of the way?' "'No--That's out of the question. He kind of likes the woman too well for that.' "'What, then, do you suggest?' "'Some new drink will be the thing. Something that will tickle the ear at the same time that it tickles the palate. It will be a great thing, if, in this matter, we can kill two birds with one stone. Bring back by some new attraction the wavering ones, and turn the tide of custom in the direction of our very particular friend Mr. Graves.' "'Have you thought of a name for it?' "'No.' "'How would Ambrosia do?' suggested one. "'Not at all,' replied old Adams. 'It aint the thing to catch gulls now-a-days. And more than that, it isn't something new.' "'What do you think of Harlequinade?' "'That might answer; but it's been used, already.' "'Fiscal agent?' "'The same objection.' "'Mummy?' "'The same.' "'Cobbler?' "'Good, but stale.' "'Greaser?' "'No'--And Adams shook his head emphatically. "'Sam Weller?' "'Been used already.' "'Veto?' "'That too.' "'Hardware?' "'Likewise.' "'What do you think of Elevator?' "'That might do; but still I can't exactly say that I like it. It should be something to strike the popular idea.' "'Sub-Treasury, then?'