THE Young wIFE.s LAST APPEAL.
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BYJ. L. CHESTER.
.s0h husband, husband. 60 not out
Again this stormy night.
For snowy clouds have hid the earth
Within robe of white.
Hark to the whistling win ds. that scream
Like fends amid their glee,
And now, subdued, they seem 10 moan
dirge-likc melody.
ssOh, husband, do not leave
Our fire, so bright and warm,
To brave the darkness of the night,
And danger of the storm.
The FIRE it burneth pleasantly
Upon our tidy hearth
We may be happy here tonight,
And Join in songs Of mirth.
s'Thiak Of the many ioyons hours
We have together spent.
When to my grief. your gentle voice,
A charm ofmusic lenI.
Think Of the holy book we read,
Ere we in prayer did bow,
"a 4N ASAS A. tS--AAS SohC SoON SSSH
Come read it to me now.


''Look in the cradle, husband, look!
There sleeps our baby boy:
lie kes-he-wak es-to look on thee,
And curl his lipin joy.
Oh, husband, go not out Tonight
Thy wife, thy child entreat,
Our eve shall be pleasant one,


And our enjoyment sweet"
lie needed not the fond appeal,


But thrust his wife aside
That gentle being, who had been
But one short year bride.
He brayed The snOw-he faced the storm,
And journeyed Ger the plain;
But noyer TO his wife and child,


The drunkard came again,