rt LUtU SilvAHrinf, jf
"Water I water !" criea the blrrf, '-n
With hie tinging, gentle aote
And the liamd ery it heard - - -
Pouring from the little throat J
Water, water, eiear ana iweei
"iVteT 1 water I" toafi the oj.
While ittuahaeal hiaaide,
Powb among the moeay rotke, .,..
Rippling with ita eryital tide ;
Water, water, rwra and true I
-Moo I Moo I"
WMrt wwteH" nrrd the tree. -With
ire branch! preading high ;
"Water, water," nulled ha, 1 ' j
Far hie ieavea wart far dry :
Water, water, for the tree,
fart and free.
Wal 1 walcrl" aald the flower,
j Whiapering with hit perfumed breath ;
"Let me bare it in an hour.
Ere 1 Hunting droop in death.
Water, water, eoft and ft ill,
h my Willi liU , .v
Water ! water aaid the
. With Ua yellow heaii on
And the Dreidimt. fertile Dlaiu.
Ripening, Joined the swelling ery i
Water for the graiaa of goWI '
Wealth untold It
Water f water ! aparkllng, pure,
Gireth Nature every where
tf you drink It. I am aura
ft will never prove a mere.
Water ia the thing fur me'
Tea, and thee. ,
: I,. . I ., , i Li..'.'."
' Water! water 1 yonftg and old 1
Drink It, eryelal-llke and tweet;
Never heed the tempter bold
; Crush kim underneath your feet.
Water, w&terl Youth, for thee
Thee and me.
From the Eont of Temperance Offering for 1853.
THE COLD WATER FANATIC .
BY T. 8. . ARTHUR.
" Come Parker," said a young man
named franklin, "meres to be a
temperance meeting over at Marion
Hall. I'on't you want lo hear the
" No, I believe not," was answered
indifferently. " I have little fancy for
is in town, and, x am
told, will make an address."
4 - "X j?ai'4 once, and that was
enougn lor me, repueu i amer.
' He's a cold water fanatic."
This was said in a group of half
a dozen men, most of whom were
strangers to Parker. Some of these
looked at each other with knowing
glances. Here a separation took
place, and the different parties moved
" 1 think you had better go with
me," said Parker's friend, who still
kept in his company. " If Sturgess
is a little enthusiastic in the cause, he
is yet a very interesting speaker.
Perhaps he may say something that
will set even you to thinking."
" I'm not a drunkard," returned
No ; still, you are not beyond the
reach of danger. No man is, who
daily gratifies a desire for a glass of
" Don't you think I could do with
" Certainly ; you could do without
" Why do you say wow so emphati
cally ?" ' ' . "
Now means at the present time."
" I cannot speak for the future.
You are not ignorant of the power of
" Upon my word ! you are compli
mentary. Then you really think me
in danger of becoming a drunkard ?"
" Every young man, who takes
daily a glass of brandy, is in that dan
ger." i '
. . " You really think so ?"
" Most assuredly 1 How are drunk-
a I A V
aras made 7 x ou know the process
as well as I do. Every mighty river
has its beginning in a scarcely noticed
stream. sk uie most besotted ine
briate for the history of his fall, an
you will find-j 'part of that history
running parallwitn your own at the
THE " 5IH(30IlClN "OF THlTTEMPER :aNCE REFORM.
" Yoo arc' serious, as
I live," said
Parker forcing ja smile. :
"It is hardly a matter of jest. But,
come i- Go with ' me to hear this cold
water fanatic, as you call him. You
have no lotker .engagement for the
evening. . axow,, iqai your inouguus
have been turned uporf the Bubject of
a daily glass of brandy, it may be as
well for you to hear something further
as toiht oonscj tencesl of sUch a habit.
A wise man forseeth the evil, and hid-.
)ejut the fool why don t you finish
the quotation, Franklin i
That is needless, its application
you fully understand.- You will go
withneV ,1. 1,!.,!..
I will,, as you seem so earnest
about the matter."
And so Parker went to Marion Hall,
which he found crowded. After some
difficulty in procuring a seat, he made
out to get one very near to the plat
form, upon which was seated the pres
ident and secretary of one of the tem
perance associations in the place, with
two or three others who were to act
as speakers. One of these latter was
a man past the prime of lite. His hair
was thin and gray, and his face lean
and withered ; but his dark, restless
eyes showed that within was an active
mind and quick tee lings. Ihis was
Sturgess, the individual before referred
to. After the usual preliminaries.
necessary on such occasions, he arose
to address the meeting. For some
time, he stood with his eyes moving
through the audience. All was hushed
to profound silence ; and there was a
breathless expectation throughout the
room. The speaker's usual style was
impulsive. He was more given to de
clamation than argument; generally
carrying his hearers with him by the
force of strong enthusiasm.
" My friends," he at length said,
in a low, subdued, yet thrillingly dis
tinct voice. His manner, to those
who. had before listened( to him, was
soSjifcrent from what was expected,
that they felt a double interest in the
speaker, and bent forward eager to
catch every word. "' . ; . i
" My friends," he repeaO, " a little
over half an hour ago, an incident oc
curred which lias so checked the cur
rent of my thoughts and feelings, that
I find myself in a state more fitted for
the seclusion of my chamber, than for
public speaking. It is a weakness I
know ; but even the best of us are
not at all times able to rise above our
weaknesses. I was conversing with a
friend in the midst of a group of men,
some of whom were unknown to me,
when one of the latter proposed to
an acquaintance, whom he called by
name, an attendance upon this meet
ing. I have no fancy for such things,'
was answered. Sturges is to speak,'
was advanced as an argument. ' He's
a cold water fanatic,' said the young
with a sneer.
There was the most perfect stillness
throughout the room. All eyes were
fixed upon Sturgess, whose low, suo
dued tone of voice, so unusual for him,
made a marked impression on the au
dience. He stood for some moments
again silent, his eyes searching every
"If." he resumed, in the same
low, half-sad, impressive voice, " that
young man .were here to-night, l
would feel it a duty, as well as a priv
ilege, to tell hinj why I have become
what he calls. a"cold water fanatic,
why I let forth my whole soul in this
cause, whv I am at times over enthu-
siastic, and why 1 am, proDaoiy, a mue
intemperate in my crusade against the
monster vice: that has desolated our
homes, and robbed us of the sweet
t.irrmic- , And once cave us in our
childhood." . i ' 1 ::,;: .t.:. r
The speaker's voice had trembled
hnt now it Was lost in u
moment he - recovered himself, , and
rent on, still is the same low, search
liigtofiestlj H i
I j the sweet promise of our chil
flren. Where are the! I look all
around this large audience. There
nits an eld p-iend; vnd there, ind thre.
Lik$ raine.Hheir heads ar blossoming
for 'eternity-.1 - L6ngYenitf-agc- we
started side by side on the journey of
lite. We had our wives and our little.
one around I u4 thferf,' Wheri tire
they now?" . .. ..
Another long pause and deep silence
followed. The dropping of a pin
could have been heard in that crowded
? When roy thoughts go wandering
back to that oleieh liirte;" resumed the
speaker, " and I see, in imagination,
the bright fire, now extinguished, and
hear, in imagination, the glad voices
of children, now hushed forever ; and
when I think of what caused this sad
change, 1 do not wonder that I have
been all on ore, as it were ; that I
have; appeared to some a mere cold
water fanatic. , '
" I wish that young mall were here
to-night ; and, perhaps, he is here. I
will, at any rate, take his presence for
granted, and make briefly my address
" iou have caned me, my young
friend, ft cold water fanatic. If you
had said, enthusiastic, I would have
liked the term better. But, no matter,
A fanatic let it be. Aud what has
made me so ? I will draw for you i
picture: 1 '
" There is a smalt, meagerly fur
nished room in the third story of an
old building. The time is winter ;
and' on the hearth burns a few pieces
of; pine wood," that afford' but little
warmth. Three persons are in that
room a mother and her two children.
The mother is still young : but her
thin, sad, suffering face, tells a story
of poverty, sickness, and that heart-
sorrow which dries up the very loun
tains of life. A few years previously
the had' gone forth from her father's
house, a happy bride, looking down
the onen vista of the future, and see
ing naught but joy &td sunshine. She
clung to her husband as confidingly
as the vine clings to the oak ; and she
with all the fervor and de-
were soon torn away !
"She is still young. Look upon
her as she moves with teeble1, steps
about her room. Ah! into what a
depth of misery she has fallen!
Where is her husband he who sol
emnly swore to love, cherish, and keep
ner in 6icKness ana in health; The
door ' has openedl He enters gaze
upon him! No wonder an expression
of pain and disgust is on your coun
tenance ; for a miserable drunkard is
before ; you. No wonder the poor
wife's pale heek grows paler, nor
that the sadness of her face changes
into a look of anguish. Hark ! lie
has greeted her with an angry word.
tie staggers across the room, and, in
doing so, throws over that little tod
dling thing on her way to meet him.
lhe mother, with an exclamation,
springs forward to save her child from
harm. See ! The drunken wretch
has thrust her angrily aside with his
strong arm; and she has fallen fallen
with her head across a chair."
"The fall, my friends, proved fatal.
A week after that unhappy day,' I
stood by the grave of one who ha4
been to me the best and most loving
of childrenl" ' , . &
The speaker's voice faltered. But
he recovered himself, and went on:
"A few years before, I gave my
child, dear to me as the apple of fcn
eye, into the keeping of one I believed
to be kind, noble-hearted, and faithful.
He was so then yes, I will still say
this. . But the demon of intemperance
threw upon him her baleful glances,
wotiwijof affiSreT.jOTy heart,
utty i?liaao.w so soot fll upon her
path: that love's clinging tendrils
nnJ he bt cania enamel And such
a change! The scena I have pictured
took pladtf in a far tity, whither my
chilif had been takeit.- Alas! the poor
child did not die in my own arms. I
wa surrrmQTOdffrjfj late, f Onlythe
sacrpieasureDt gujing upon Hot wateil
checks, white" as marble, and Icy cold,
remained to mr" -.---.-
if.fiui mail wuiu iiu lunger aup-
press 'his' emotions. Tears gushed
over his faca, and h wept aloud --fw
dry eyes were in hat, assemblage.
. "Is it any wdrirfer," resumed Stur-
after he bad again recovered
the mastery of his feelings, "that I
am a cold water fanatic;.. Mehal?,
if the young man to whom I have re
ferred, had passed through a sorrow1
like this, he, too, would have been an
euthusiast a fanatic, if he jWill, in the
cause of temperance. , He too, would
have proclaimed from the streets and
hottse-lopS, in highways and by-ways,
his mission ofreform and regenera
tion. But let Die say to him, and all
like him, that prevention Js better than
cure, that it Is easier to keep sober
than to get sober, easier to give up
the daily glass at twenty-two or twenty-five,
than at thirty or forty. These
drinking habits gain strength more
rapidly than others, from the fact that
they Vitiate the whole system, and
produce a diseased vital action.
"A cold water fanatic! perhaps I
am. But have 1 not had cause? Ten
years ago, a youth of the brightest
promise stepped confidently upwards,
and set his foot on the firm earth of
manhood. He had education, talents,
industry and good principles. But
he lacked one1 element of safety he
had not'a-deeply fixed antagonism
towards all forms of intemperance;
indeed, like the young matt td whom,
I have before referred, he rather re
garded the advocates of temperance
as fanatics. And he was not so much
lo blame on this account, for his own
father,' in whom ho ,cqtided, , kept
liquors in his side-board; used them
himself, and set ihem out in mistaken
!hcrr?fijj bfdijehis. friends. Well,
ms .oinwviiiMfc eH,i ou wtjii lor h
time: but, sad to relate, a change Was
apparent in a few years. ' His fre-
queni visits taverns Drougni mm
into contact with dangerous compan
ions. Drinking ' Was followed by its
usual consequences, idleness; and the
two united in speedily working his
ruin. . , ,
"My friends" the speaker, 'was
again visibly excited "one night, two
years ago, 1 was returning home from
a visit to ,a neighbor. It was dark,
for heavy, clouds obscured the sky,
and there were all th indications of
a rapidly approaching storm'. Pres
ently lightning began to gleam out,
and thunder to roll In Jhe distance. ,1
was, perhaps, a quarter of a mile from
home, when the rain came down in a
fierce gust of wind The darkness
was now so intense, that I could not
see five paces ahead: but, aided by
the lightning, I obtained shelter be-'
neath a large tree. I had been there
only a few moments, when a humaa
groan came upon my ears, chilled the
blood back to, my heart, J. he next
flash enabled me to see, for an instant,
the prostrate form of a man. - He lay
close to my feet. ' I was, for the time,'
paralyzed. At length, as flash after
flash rendered the figure momently.
visiie, groan aiier groan awote nu
n an feelings, I spoke aloud. But the
only answer was that continued moan,:
as one in mortal agony. I drew nearer
and bent over the prostrate1 body.
Then, by the lightning's aid, I khew;
it but too .well; ' It was, alas! that of j
the unhappy man X .have mentioned-r-,
MY OWN BOfl ', ,'.,.! ,.
"I took him in my arms," continued
the old man, in a faltering voice, after
another . pause, in which the audience-
bent forward with manifestations ' of
intense interest, "and with ft strength
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