was to be baptized, the sexton filled his basin here and placed it on the communion-table of the humble meeting-house, which partly covered the site of yonder stately brick one.  Thus one generation after another was consecrated to Heaven by its waters, and cast their waxing and waning shadows into its glassy bosom, and vanished from the earth, as if mortal life were but a flitting image in a fountain.  Finally the fountain vanished also.  Cellars were dug on all sides and cart-loads of gravel flung upon its source, whence oozed a turbid stream, forming a mud-puddle at the corner of two streets.  In the hot months, when its refreshment was most needed, the dust flew in clouds over the forgotten birthplace of the waters, now their grave.  But in the course of time a town-pump was sunk into the source of the ancient spring; and when the first decayed, another took its place, and then another, and still another, till here stand I, gentlemen and ladies, to serve you with my iron goblet.  Drink and be refreshed.  The water is as pure and cold as that which slaked the thirst of the red sagamore beneath the aged boughs, though now the gem of the wilderness is treasured under these hot stones, where no shadow falls but from the brick buildings.  And be it the moral of my story that, as this wasted and long-lost fountain is now known and prized again, so shall the virtues of cold water—­too little valued since your fathers’ days—­be recognized by all.

Your pardon, good people!  I must interrupt my stream of eloquence and spout forth a stream of water to replenish the trough for this teamster and his two yoke of oxen, who have come from Topsfield, or somewhere along that way.  No part of my business is pleasanter than the watering of cattle.  Look! how rapidly they lower the water-mark on the sides of the trough, till their capacious stomachs are moistened with a gallon or two apiece and they can afford time to breathe it in with sighs of calm enjoyment.  Now they roll their quiet eyes around the brim of their monstrous drinking-vessel.  An ox is your true toper.

But I perceive, my dear auditors, that you are impatient for the remainder of my discourse.  Impute it, I beseech you, to no defect of modesty if I insist a little longer on so fruitful a topic as my own multifarious merits.  It is altogether for your good.  The better you think of me, the better men and women you will find yourselves.  I shall say nothing of my all-important aid on washing-days, though on that account alone I might call myself the household god of a hundred families.  Far be it from me, also, to hint, my respectable friends, at the show of dirty faces which you would present without my pains to keep you clean.  Nor will I remind you how often, when the midnight bells make you tremble for your combustible town, you have fled to the town-pump and found me always at my post firm amid the confusion and ready to drain my vital current in your behalf.  Neither is it worth while to lay much stress on my claims to a medical diploma as the physician whose simple rule of practice is preferable to all the nauseous lore which has found men sick, or left them so, since the days of Hippocrates.  Let us take a broader view of my beneficial influence on mankind.