At the first table to which I shall invite your attention, though I beseech you never to sit down and drink thereat, sit the PROFLIGATE. The table of the profligate is a gay table- it is covered over with a gaudy crimson, and all the vessels upon it look exceedingly bright and glistening. Many there be that sit thereat, but they know not that they are the guests of hell, and that the end of all the feast shall be in the depths of perdition. See ye now the great governor of the feast, as he comes in-- He has a bland smile upon his face- his garments are not black, but he is girded with a robe of many colors, he hath a honied word on his lip, and a tempting witchery in the sparkle of his eye. He brings in she cup, and says, -Hey, young man, drink hereat, it sparkleth in the cup, it moveth itself aright. Do you see it-- It is the wine-cup of pleasure.-