Remind me that perhaps they were sent for to bring
A message to me from my mother.
But, alas! as I think, upon my mind there quickly falls
The thoughts of my sad degredation;
The strong iron bars, and the grey, sombre walls,
Recall me to my sad situation.
But no more will I sin; I'll live upright for sure;
My passions and temptations I'll smother;
And when God calls me home to that bright shining shore
We'll be happy together, dear mother.
A Memorial Ode.
BY G. W. VAN WEIGHS.