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Prayer, Declaration of Independence, Grafton by Rev. E. w. Andrews, Address by Rev. MT. Hayes.

 HYMN. 'Tis but drop," the father said, And gave it to his son; But little did he think work Of death was then begun. The drop" that lured him, when the babe Scarce lisp'd his fathers name, Planted fatal appetite,

 Deep in his nlan: frame. 'Tis but a drop the comrades cried. In truant-schoolboy tone; It did not hurt us in our robes It will not, now we're grown" And so they drank the mixture up, That reeling, youthful band; For each had learned to love the taste, From his own fathers hand. "'Ts but drop-I need it now'- The staggering drunkard said; "It was my food in infancy My meat, and drink, and bread. A drop-a drop-O let me have, Twill so refresh my soul !' He took it-trembled- drank, and died5 Grasping the fatal bowl