THE COLUMBIAN FOUNTAIN.

FRIDAY MORNING, FEB. 6, 1886.

A SOLEMN WARNING TO A YOUNG MAN,


OF HIS UNTIMELY END.
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John Graham, ofVirginia, was one of my
youthful schoomates, and when boy, was
remarkable on account of his quiet and
agreeable temper and habits. His father
having died while he was young, threw
the burden of managing the family affairs
in good degree upon him His mother
was religiousy disposed, and took conside-
rable interest in the welfare of her children,
and especially Of John, on whom SO much
depended. Nor could any one Of his
years and experience have conducted more
discretely fora while than did young Graham.
But alas while all was apparently in the
high road to happiness, Distilery was
erected Immediately in the neghborhood,
which too soon became place Of common
resort both of the old and the young. And
Young John was amongst the unfortunate
dupes of this wretched establishment. In
vain did his a1ectionate mother remonstrate
against his unhappy course; each succeed
ing week found him sinking still deeper
and deeper into the mire Of intemperance.
His career, however, was short one, and
as awful as it was short. When about 81
or % years Of age, he dreamed one night
that he had gone to the long-frequented
Distillery, where he became intoxicated,
and on his return home had fallen into the
water at certain fording place and was
drowned. The next morning he related
this remarkable dream to his mother and
one Of his sisters. They told him that the
dream was warning for him not to visit
that place any more, and endeavored, all
in their power, to dissuade him from it.
But he treated both the dream and their
expostuations with utter contempt. The
idea Of his being drowned in small stream
not ten steps wide nor one foot deep, was
ridiculous in his estimation. He therefore
determined to visit the still-house that same
afternoon, and he would see, as he said
whether his dream would come to pass
So, go he would, and go he did, and ac-
cording to custom, became intoxicated, and
did not leave the place until late in the
evening. During his stay at the distillery
there came up a heavy thunder-gust, which
suddenly raised the stream, and the night
being dark, and having no guide, John Ell
ther fell from his horse, or the horse was
himself swept away by the violence Of the
stream, so that he was drowned precisely
according to the dream he had had the night
before.