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Yol. 8. MARCH, 1885. No. 3. 
“They’re Good Fellows, Only They 
Drink 
BY NAT ZYKES. 
Upon the dark sea of intemperance 
How many sad wrecks w r e deplore 
Of barks that from Energy’s harbor 
The hopes of futurity bore; 
How many a shallop of promise 
Has gone to that terrible brink, 
How often we hear the expression — 
“They’re good fellows, only they drink.” 
I know a young man—perhaps you do — 
A young man of family and pride; 
Who, now and then, loses his balance, 
And leans to the staggery side. 
Society knows his offenses, 
But at them benignantly winks, 
And says, in a whisper of pity, 
“He's a good fellow’, only he drinks.” 
Of course she will have to renounce him, 
Her duty is pointed, though sad— 
But then she will always feel sorry 
To see him go on “to the bad;” 
She always will mourn for his downfall, 
As lower and lower he sinks, 
An d say with expressive emotion, 
“He’s a good fellow, only he drinks.” 
Just glance at the topers around you 
And see if you cannot descry 
Among them a few who were moulded 
For something more noble and high. 
Go speak to your neighbors about them, 
They'll tell you at once what they think— 
“We’re sorry for Joe and for Henry, 
They’re good fellows, only they drink.” 
Alas, for our best and our bravest ! 
The snare of the tempter is wide, 
And many will fall who were gifted 
By nature to govern and guide. 
The agents of Darkness are near us, 
With hearts that are blacker than ink, 
Forever enticing and luring 
Our “good fellows” downward with drink. 
Then let me ijnplore you, my brothers, 
To take a more resolute stand; 
‘Tis time we were striving in earnest 
To banish this curse from our land. 
O let us be bold in this warfare, 
Nor from our great principles shrink, 
Till Rum is forever abolished, 
And none of our “good fellows” drink. 
— Tunkliannock Republican.. 
THE DONATION PARTY. 
BY LUCY DEWEY CLAY. 
CHAPTER III. 
Two years have passed away, and changes 
have come to some of the characters of our 
drama. Mrs. Grey has been laid quietly to 
rest in the old church-yard, and her gentle 
daughter left to mourn a mother so fondly 
loved and so kindly cherished. Just before 
her death she laid her hands in blessing on 
the loved heads of her dear Annie and the 
one who had chosen her for his own, and 
prayed that Heaven’s protecting care should 
ever guard and guide her loved ones, and at 
last that they might meet her in that bright¬ 
er and better land. 
According to the request of Mrs. Grey 
they were married but a few weeks after 
