USEFUL MISCELLAN Y.

AN AFFECTING SCENE,
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AN AFFEC lNJ SCENE T.,


Some Of our readers recollect the follow
ing lines, sung by George w. Clark, at the
Eastern Pennsylvania Temperance Conven-
tion, held in the Lecture Room Of the Phil
adelpha Museum in December, lS44. The
song brought tears to the eyes Of every one
present-even of those not used TO weep.
ing. We have lately met with the lines in
one of our exchange papers. They de-
scribe the suffering and death of young
wife, and her three children, from the in
temperance Of the husband and father The
wife was taken suddenly i'll and left alone
with her little ones, while her husband went
to procure physician, and other needful
assistance the nearest house being over
two miles distant but he went into grog-
shop, became intoxicated, remained SO for
a week, and, on his return home, found
them all dead. II is supposed that the
mother died soon after the birth of her
child-that the boy struggled longest that
in trying to soothe his expiring sister, he
sunk down beside her, aud could not at
last release himself from her grasp. The
words are by Mrs, LARNED - Exchange.
O., Mother dear, my lips are dry,
And Bessy's hands are very cold;
Mother, dear mother! help me nigh


Your bosom-surely you can hold
a Yourlittle boy. will not cry,


Nor ask again for drink or bread,
y. If you will only let me lie


Upon your breast, and hold my head.
0, Mother, call your little boy


To your bedside-he'll try to crawl


You said was your only joy,


Your darling Henry and your all !;


And then you looked and screamed out so
Boy 4! to your cruel father go.


Why do you weep and wall to me'
Fly fly! I've nothing here for thee



Pm still-though Bessy will not stir;
And she's too cold to lie so near


o, why don't father come to herr


Poor Bessy cried herself to sleep,


wish could-but when 1 try;


My lips'wont shut-and always keep


Wide open on your staring eyes,


Mother how can you lie so still,


With that dead baby in your alms'


Who did that little dear one kill,


You said twas now safe from all harms
Can't ! be dead too, mother, say


Pm sure It's very lonesome here /:


Is Heaven very great long way


And is our father waiting therei


Pm tired now, and cannot 60


And the bright sun does blind me;


Oh! shut your eyes, dear mother, do;
And let me love to gaze on you.


How can you see us lying thus,


On this iced foor--our feet SO cold
sNOnce you would fondly run to us,


And round us both the blankets fold
Pm falling !-oh! the room turns round
cannot see you now but bark


hear a soft and pleasant sound


Perhaps it is the little lark.


love such sounds as these to hear
Audit is dark no longer now


Dear little girls with wings are neal,
And they are smiling on me too.


0 tits their songs SO sweet and clear,
] think hear them softly say,


Dear children stay no longer here,


Come, come with us, we'll lead the way,
1t must be Heaven where they dwell,
come! come Mother, farew ell.
Boots IL Shoes! Boots Il Shoes.
/ A. RUFF, (successor TO E. Lacy,) six doors
y. East Of Coleman's Hotel, Pennsylvania ay