Lead us on, O Temperance,

Round the rescued world advance;

Bear aloft the lily banner,

Heaven shall echo our Hosanna;

And our joy,-smile down upon it;
O Hosanna! O Hosanna!

Bless the Lord, for He hath done it!

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COLD-WATER CROSS.

A MUSICAL RECITATION BY SEVEN GIRLS OF DIFFERENT SIZES.

The tallest girl enters with a glass of water in her hand, and sings verse one, addressing herself to the water during the singing of the last two lines. She then places it upon a small table standing at one side, and takes her station in the centre of stage. Four others enter, one by one, cross to the table, sing verses two, three, four, and fire, respectively, and take their places in front of the first girl, the shortest in advance. Verses seven and eight are sung by two girls of equal height, who stand on either side of the second girl. When all are at their stations a perfect cross is formed.

I. Tune, "The Morning Light is Breaking."

FIRST GIRL.

From far-off snowy mountains, whose brows the cloudlets fan,

From nature's sparkling fountains, flows down God's gift

to man.

O water, sparkling water, we hail thee with delight;
O water, sparkling water, we sing thy praise to-night.

II. Tune, "Watchman, Tell us of the Night."

SECOND GIRL.

On the hill-top wild and grand, in the valley bright and fair, By the ocean's shining strand-water, water, everywhere, Pure and sweet, and undefiled, springing up where'er we tread,

Welcome to the little child, welcome to the hoary head.

THIRD GIRL.

III. Tune, "De Fleury."

Afar from earth's trouble and care, away in the realms of the sky,

Where cloudlets sail through the bright air, God brews this pure water on high.

The sun watches over its birth, the stars their glad bright、 ness impart ;

Its sound, as it sprinkles the earth, is music to each waiting heart.

FOURTH GIRL.

IV. Tune, "Little Drops of Water."

Little drops of water, shining as they fall,

Bring from God a blessing for both great and small.

Sparkling in the dew-drop, ringing in the rill,

Little drops of water, ye are never still.

FIFTH GIRL.

V. Tune, "I want to be an Angel."

I am a little soldier, I fight from day to day

Against the foes of temp'rance, with all the zeal I may. I wave on high my banner, so pure and bright and fair, "Cold water" is the watchword that shines upon it there.

SIXTH GIRL.

VI. Tune, "Happy Day."

I'll never take within my hand the wine-cup, filled with sin and woe,

Against its power I'll take my stand, renouncing it wher

e'er I go.

Come with me, come with me, and pledge yourselves from wine to flee;

"Cold water" shall our motto be; so shall our hearts be light and free;

Come with me, come with me, and pledge yourselves from wine to flee.

VII. Tune, "There is a Happy Land."

SEVENTH GIRL.

Then let us praises sing, water, to thee,

Loud shall our voices ring, joyous and free;

Clearer than jewels fair, sweeter far than nectar rare,
Blessing us everywhere on land and sea.

When the cross is formed, all sing verse one, "From far-off snowy mountains," etc.

THE DEMONS OF THE GLASS.*-OLiver Optic.

LITTLE CHILD and SERVANT.

SCENE I.-Enter Pennington and Spencer.

PENNINGTON. Now, Jerry, sit down and have something before you go down street. This is a raw day out, you know. SPENCER. I can stay but a few minutes, Pennington. You are aware that I must meet my father at the depot in-let me see (looking at his watch)—just fifteen minutes.

They both sit down at a table.

PENN. This would be a cold world, indeed, Jerry, if we couldn't have a little something warm to take occasionally, you know. (Rings the bell.) Good whisky, Jerry, is the best thing in the world to develop the latent caloric in the human system, physiologically speaking.

Enter servant.

SERVANT. Did you ring, sir?
PENN. Yes, I rang.

Tom. Mind, the best.

Bring us some of that best whisky,

Of course I rang. Didn't you know

what to bring without coming to see?

SERVANT. I might have known. (Aside.) He doesn't want much else but whisky any more.

[Exit servant.

PENN. Quit your muttering there, and bring the whisky. SERVANT. Yes, sir. SPENCER. It's well to have a good friend, Pennington, and I've often thought that we ought to look to each other's interests a little more. James Pennington, I believe we are both indulging in the glass too much. For my part, I have

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determined to quit short off. When I drink this time with you (enter servant with two glasses, filled, on a waiter, and exit)— it shall be the last.

PENN. What! why, Jerry, whisky's a great institution. It's the life and soul of a man almost. (Takes up glass and hands it to Spencer; takes the other himself; both rise.) Here's health, Jerry, and may you never think less of me for saying, Here's to your resolution!

SPENCER. May you never live to realize the tortures of the "Demons of the Glass!" (Pennington drinks. Spencer, unnoticed, cautiously throws the contents of his glass upon the floor.) So now, Pennington, good-by. I must go.

PENN. Good-night, Jerry. Stop and see me often. (Exit Spencer.) "Demons of the Glass!" What does he mean? I feel very strange to-night. I don't think I'm drunk. I've been drunk before, and I didn't feel this way. Pshaw! doctors often recommend whisky,—say it's good for consumption. Well, so it is; good for my consumption, for I do consume it sometimes, that's certain. Ha! ha! that's a g-o-a-k (spelled only) as friend A. Ward has it. (Rings bell.) Whisky is good. "I like it," as an old hotel-keeper out West used to say. Good to raise the spirits. (Three or four distinct raps near the table. Pennington starts in his chair, astonished.) Hallo! what's that! Spirits raised sure enough. (Enter servant with glass on waiter.) You're a good fellow, Tom. When I shuffle off this mortal coil-die, I mean-I'll leave you all my old clothes. (Drinks.)

SERVANT (aside). He won't have much else to leave anybody, if he keeps going on at this rate.

PENN. You're a good fellow, Tom; bring me another glass of this soul-reviving elixir of life.

SERVANT (aside). He likes "er" that's true! (Aloud.) Another, sir?

PENN. I said - hic-another-didn't I? An-hic'nother! Of course another. (Exit servant.) Anotherhem! why not? Whisky is a fundamental princ-hicciple. What's a fellow to do if there's no spirit in him. Another? I can afford-hic-to drink as much as I please. I'm a-hic-able. I'm rich. I'm going to marry the handsomest, the richest, the most intelligent lady in the city.

I'm going to-to-be the happiest man alive (enter servant with glass-Pennington takes it)—if Edith Graham and this can make me. You didn't put just a little too much water in this, did you, Tom?

SERVANT. No, I hope not.

[Exit servant.

PENN. (sets the glass on the table and looks at it.) Jerry said something about "Demons of the Glass." I don't see any. Jerry's a good fellow, and when he said that, he must have meant something. I feel very strange, sleepy, and drowsy. (Thoughtful and low.) "Demons in the Glass." (Falls asleep with his head on his arm resting on the table.)

Three or four girls sing a stanza or two of some temperance song -very softly-from some concealed place on the stage. During the singing, enter Totie, a fairy, dressed in white, with a wand in her hand.

TOTIE (looking at the sleeper). Ah! what have we here? This man needs my attention. (Taking up the glass and looking at it.) Oh! poor deluded mortal, why will you drink this vile stuff? I must help him to see his condition. (Waves her wand over him. He starts up and looks around wildly.) PENN. Who-who-was that? (Starts back with astonishment when he sees Totie.) Who are you?

PENN. What do you want here, and with me?

TOTIE. I came on an errand of mercy to you.

PENN. To me? Well, now, that's a fine joke. Well, before you commence business, won't you have a little nip to waken up your spirits? Hey?

TOTIE. No, I come to warn you. That (pointing to glasses) is what demons feed fools and dupes upon.

PENN. (aside.) Demons again? (Aloud.)

dupes?

Fools and

TOTIE. James Pennington, are you a fool or a dupe?

PENN. I acknowledge being a fool or a dupe? No! no, indeed!

TOTIE. What is in that glass?

PENN. Whisky; and good whisky, too, if I am a judge. TOTIE. What else?

PENN. (looking in the glass.) Nothing else there, Totie.