z @ Il r R Y

Its words
Are tew, but deep and solemn, and they break
Fresh IRON the fount OF feeling. Peyciuai- "

N, For the Columbian Fountain
/, IMPROMPTU.
{"newspaper_name": "The Columbian fountain.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
{"character_count": 1038, "word_count": 183, "ccnet_language_score": [0.9375], "ccnet_perplexity": [1706.5], "fasttext_language": ["en"]}
aa gaNn, For the Columbian Fountain


>E INdPROMPTU.


AT first the drunkard sips sweet wine,


smacks his lips, and says Ills fine;


He's young, and needless, sips away,
Till appetite begins its sway. t4. m"t.
From wine to stronger drink he flies
Brandy, gin, and whiskey tries;
His raging thirst ungovernable now,
rs quenched, and quenched mo matter how.
In the vortex he's swiftly drawn,


Drinking poison from the cursed horn;
With failing means his credit dies,
e Yet rum II hayet" the outlaw cries
The highway next he's seen to prowi
AT midnight when the winds do howl Ef
.Conceapd he waits with thirstlng knife, A8'.@
To take the unwary trav'Iler's life. f"r
"LIquor I'll have cost. what il may" s@
Doth the midnight assassin say, 5
And from his den doth quickly dart ..a.
The cold steel IN his victims heart.
Thus Alcohol his vot'fles rules,
Makes. them murderers, thieves. and fools;
If you'd avoid these grades Of crime, a....
Oh! sign the. pledge, cen now's The time.
s >r y. . #.a+. J. l..


WAsHIHGToN, D. G., June Is, 1876.