For the Columbian Fountain.
A N IN eide N T.
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"Halloo there, you d--d rascal What
are you about2 Stand away there, blast
you, and let me wash this dirt off my face !
There, there, Cd d---n you are you
going to pump all over me' Stop! stop
pumping there; orl'll knock the day-lights
out of you"


These were the horrible exclamations
that broke upon my ear, as turned away
from the beautiful fountain that stands in
front of the Captol--at whose sparkling
waters had been slakiug my burning thirst.


| stopped suddenly, and wheeled around
to see whence these strange and blasphem-
Gus sounds proceeded; and | saw-what
shall say man or beast and if a
man, was he, black or white Alas though
my soul was narrowed within me, by the
unusual sounds that had just startled it,
yet feeling of sadness-a thrill of COM
passion came over my whole being, as my
eye rested upon the pitiable object before
me. He seemed to be i'll the bloom of youth
with frame manly and vigorous-and
with an eye whose keen and wild glance,
indicated, methought, that he was not al
together destitute Of even genius. But what
a wreck Bare-headed, his clothes tattered
and torn, his face besmeared with blood
and dirt, and his frame relaxed and weak
ened, he seemed scarcely able to support his
own weight, while leaning against the mar
BILE fount


What in the ID are you 10 ooking at ?
Do you want to fight If you do step out
here-I'm your match. Pll let you know
who you are staring at, you d---d
wretch !"


| had stood and looked at him with a
soul full of.pity for the miserable man, but
had not thought to be assailed with such
imprecations, as a return from my well
meant compassion. But who could blame
him Poor creature, he was not himself
Satan-Saian had the mastery of him
Blame Blame the man who poured down
his throat the venom that set his brains to
swimming or rather blame the law, that
for poor, patry, blood-bought pittance
authorized him to do it.


Good God thought l, as / walked away
sick at heaIt-what an evil is intemperance
in all its circumstances of rum-drinking
rum'selling, rum-making, and rum-legahz
ing!


The cup the damning cup when vii
it be that with one voice, and with unani
nous movement, men will :" dash it down
to earth--ay, TO hell, that it may neve
again tempt the inhabitants Of earth Gold
blood rusted gold when will it be that th


love Of it, and the thirst for it, will cease t,
urge men to dark deeds of distress ant
damnation ! Law--iniquitous, unjust, gull
ty laW, when will it forget to place dagQe