Then she babbles of the love of “Auld Lang Syne.”
Crash! the officers of justice burst the door into the room,
Will she speak the word and send her husband to a murd’rer’s doom?
No! she loves still and silent bears her secret to the tomb—
To err is human, to forgive divine!
Copyright, 1894, by Frank Tousey. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 25 cents. Address, Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.
DON’T BEAR ANY ILL FEELING.
By Felix McGlennon.
When your angry passions rise, there’s a maxim you should prize,
“Never let the sun go down upon your wrath,”