From the Canada Advocate.

THE DAUGHTERS APPEAL
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0 mother, throw that cup away,


1t is an evil thing;


There's venom in the subtle draught,


Each drop contains sting. aI
Ii fiattereth-then deceiveth; #1"4


And holdeth up to scorn .".'
The victims Of its deadly curse


The wretched and forlorn. n.a
0 mother throw that cup away,


Or soon that little child @sl
That looketh now so pleasantly,


So laughingly and mild; Exit.
May come TO be, what God forbid


So sweet a thing should be,
The orphan of drunkard,


And child of misery.
0 mother, dearest mother, IA.
These are not words of wrath;
My wish is but to show you how i.
To shun the drunkard's path; a H
IT'S but the lesson / give back, @a.
You taught me in my youth,
Ere that foul cup had wiled you from
The path Of God and truth. sal
Q mother, dear, dear mother,


The day is drawing nigh, R
When little babe, and you and ..
In fathers grave will lie;
And oh! think on the agony
The anguish fear and gloom, err
With which the drunkard's soul is filled y.
To hear the drunkard's doom. .," sa