Bud numbers streeangely hev backslidden,
An’ deean thooase things ’at wur forbidden,
An’ caused His feeace for te be hidden,
By actions fowl,
Till scarce a ray ov whooap is left
Te cheer the sowl.
T’coonsel Ah wad recommend
Is all te strave ther lives te mend,
An’ persevere unto the end
I’ word an’ deed.
An’ thooase ’ll nivver want a Frind
I’ t’ taame o’ need.
Bud Ah mun cut mah stoory shoort,
Or it may mack the critics spoort,
Oor subject’s ov too greeave a soort
Te dwell upon.
Afoore ye spreead yer next repoort,
Ah sal be geean.
For sin’ we met an’ pearted last,
Ah finnd mah strenth decreeasing fast,
Like floor’s beneeath the Nowthern blast,
Yance fresh an’ gay,
Seea man is doom’d te droop an’ waste,
An’ fade away.
Ah wad befoore Ah tack mah leave,
Te all, mah deein coonsel give,
An’ if i’ the truth they deea beleeave
Or apprehend,
That truth, whahl Ah’v a day te live
Ah will defend.”
HIS DYING ADVICE.
When Eden’s floory garden smiled,
Nor Eve the Sarpent hed beguil’d,
Man stood upreeght an’ undefiled
I’ maand an’ feeature,
An’ sweetest conversation held
Wi’ his Creator.
Bud when that awful monster sin
Hed gain’d its ugly entrance in
The warld, oor sorrows did begin;
Then Heaven froond,
An’ t’ glitt’ring swoord o’ Justice gleeam’d
On all aroond.
Sin spreead destruction wide, an’ seean
Grim deeath began his feearful reign;—
Satan wi’ lees an’ malice keen
Went teea an’ fraw,
The frail, the noble sons o’ men
Te owerthraw.