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4 The following poetry was published in the
Fountain Of Saturday, with some Two or three
mistakes. Suffice ], to say, they were not ac.
cofdng 10 rhe, oigiaal, and therefore no-tauit fT
of the author We publish them today cor
rect. We shall be pleased 10 receive further
from M. w. p. t31Uerf gry.
''iei LINES TO THE SAME. III. ( II


BYM. w. P.


Sweet mother cease thy anguish vf.~r


Dear father dry that tear II .l6tb
Your little angel Mary now,


Will have no ills 10 fear.
have fonder mother,


A Father too on high; eLA 8uCS
q And would you call me back again
vs. Or even draw one sigh2 r.,
All, no my fond dear parents,


Before the Altar bend,


And let your hearts be reconciled,
To all that God may send So rFg,
ll sRNl3IfA ttl, Ea.l8 8 1ili
Your babe, they robed most sweety,


And decked it with fair flowers;


But would those flowers bloom for years? 8f.


All no, not e'en for hours I0A
q They thought around my brow them
= Y More lasting ones they'd 'twine,.
4 Stlll ihese were but an emblem faint


Of beauties that are mine
Upon my little bosom, iaa


Dear father, did you lay, raN f3 a
6 picture OF my mother sweet, 4t, @Qsgs 4.H


Who snatched your babe away .iesu..l4
My heavenly Father sent me, ,sg .l
t5i To crown your earthly Joy, .l ,{t...t
And then he called me home again,


Where earth cannot annoy. s9aals .t
NV little form is coffin'd, leyE elfu.f jsFG1


In darkness meath the clay; fJ3 39,
But oh my angel spirit lives, .., .Utg


In Gods eternal day
And now my dearests parents
u Your grief and tears must cease; .3@ VIZ
And pray that you may be prepared, 5M4.o .i.~
ia To meet the God of peace. Hsa AtEt H&.
Upon my little grave Ma, 4 se


Oh cultivate one flower; M ua. q
And let it be the virgin rose, . -.eus
+. The purest from the bower. 9 t
And should the marble shadow,


The place of my repose,
Let no sad grief be there inscribed, ..'3


To blight the blooming rose /!
lfI t1E 4aL EIhl
But should tear of grief fall, UJ atI
z al Above my little head, f ar. rua
Oh let it be for those that live, t.fh w II "a.


But weep not for the dead 9anJ a|