And ours, mamma; do take it all,
To pay that cruel man;
And pray make haste before he comes
To frighten them again.
MOTHER.
Come to my arms, my precious ones,
I only meant to see
Whether your little hearts were warmed
With sweet humanity.
I’ll take your money for this debt,—
And never did I pay
A sum away with such delight,
As I shall do this day.
Come, then, my children, let us go;
It is a bless’d employ
To cheer the widow’s heart and fill
The fatherless with joy.
Oh, do not neglect
Your practice, my dear;
Papa will expect
Some good music to hear;
For he has been absent
Almost a whole year.
NURSERY CHILDREN NEEDING HOMES.
“Two orphan children, under five,
With pleasant, sunny faces,
Brother and sister, much attached,
Are candidates for ‘places.’”