An’ his eyes that kept a winkin an’ a squintin up an’ down

Never let the glorious sunlight paint no picter in his crown.

Plum stone deef an’ dumb an’ blind—a hunch-backed idiot at that!

Oh ’t’ould ’most-a broke your heart, as mine, to see him sittin’ flat

On the floor in sich an awful fix as he was dyin’ in an’

Rockin back an’ forth, a-grinnin’ an’ a-grinnin’ an’ a-grinnin’.

GOOD-NIGHT.
A SONG OF THE CLOSE OF LIFE.

Infant.

Good-night, good-night!—the brightest day must fall,

The sweetest joys, alas! must fade the sight;