PoETIoAL FoUNT.
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Iere Natures minstrels quaff inspiring draughs.'
From the English Rechabte Magazine.
THE DRUNKARD'S VICTIM.
Tune" She more a ,oreath Of Roses" .,
Her dress was soed and tattered, jrr s
Her pale cheek drenched in tears, a
Her griefc clad eye was heay' inward turned,
AS tremblingly she hears = -' @
The footsteps Of her husband, i.a bhi q
At midnight, reelng home; ,g"Tl Hl.4
Forah her hearts dear partner, .i .rE1
A drunkard has become. 4.s .44,Isys.
She sees his eye roll wildly, >...,, t.a.. 4.
And marks his knitting brow,


The smile Of welcome flies; alas, ".' II
She breads to meet him now.
Pure love has fed his bosom, Ill.,. /.
And drunken orgies wild,
Usurped its place, and now he loathes
ass His care-worn wife and child;
And that poor hoy clings wildly a@a
Round his mothers wasted form, ni
And hides his little head in fear, .


And shudders with alarm. ,,l@t
For he, too, knows that footstep, "a
" And breads drunkard s blow, ,''c
IA Fromone who ought to love him, tr. ,@s
# And a fathers fondness show! @ na .r@
= His darkling brow was low'ring; :,
She saw'the coming storm,
Family she smiled 10 soothe him, asl 4s@f
Though with inward anguish torn; s7
But ah her smile was fatal, .= "
Her effort was in vain; .t."
He saw her heart was bursting,


And madness seized his brain.
Upon her pale smooth forehead


Fell the maniac's dreadful blow, ".,
She died the drunkard's victim, ~
With his mark upon her brow tt
Hear me, ye sons of Rechab.


Again arouse! arouse!
Remember you are plighted.


By sacred solemn vows. .
To rend the veil asunder,


And drag topublic scorn,


The many headed monster;


Then sound the loud alarm.


Hurrah then for the battle.


Strike home the temperance blow,
Then wine no more shall leave his brand


On woman's beauteous brow! ~.


FORGET ME- NOT. ...
There is modest little flower,


To friendship ever dear; ...
IT'S nourished in her humble bower,


And watered by her tear.


Ifhearts by fond affection tried,


Should chance to slip away,


This little flower will gently chide


The breast that thus could stray.


AL other flowers, when once they fade,


Are left alone to die; 1.t...
But this, cen when it is decayed. ,....
~ Still lives in memorys sigh.
Let cypress wreaths and willows wave.


To deck the lonely spot; a.
But all | ask to deck my grave, s..".
Shall be. /" Forget Me Not" -.
