For the Columbian Fountain.
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For the Columbian Fountain.


NACREON AT FAULT.
Drink--drink! sings old Anacreon
And thus his sapent reasons run,
The parched earth drinks the grateful rain,
And trees her plenteous moisture drain;
The sea absorbs the flowing streams,
And it is drunk by Sol's hot beams:
The moon imbibes his glowing light.
And thence she shines so fair and bright:
Then why, my friends, why should ye think
1t crime if I should also drink ?''*
His friends were right--red wine he swlled
With foolish thoughts his brain was filled
And thus his reasoning, seeming wise,
Is folly in another's eyes:


For earth, and trees, and sun, and sea,
Drink acater in its purity;


Whilst light the modest moon drinks up,
From the suns never-failing cup.
Thus, to my friends, beg to say,
Initiate their example, pray!-
Drink only water pure and bright,
And quaf the SUMS life-giving light!
Follow but nature in her ways,
And health, and JOY, and length Of days,
Plenty in basket and in store"
Are yours: nor like the bard Of yore,
Will you, carousing, die at last,
With hard grape-stone sticking fast
Within your gullet. Heaven forbid
That you should die as the Teian did!t


w. L. s.