THE CHILD'S APPEAL.
AN INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.
BY MRS. MARY G. HORSFORD.
Day dawned above a city's mart,
But not 'mid peace and prayer;
The shouts of frenzied multitudes
Were on the thrilling air.
A guiltless man to death was led,
Through crowded streets and wide,
And a fairy child, with waving curls,
Was clinging to his side.
The father's brow with pride was calm,
But trusting and serene,
The child's was like the Holy One's
In Raphael's paintings seen.
She shrank not from the heartless throng,
Nor from the scaffold high;
But now and then with beaming smile
Addressed her parent's eye.