From the Youths Temperance Enterprise.
Look ON this picture, and then


on that.
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: "A HolnCE Sat DeS1ue the uedEtUS


The burning brands were few;
And through the broken window-pane


The bitter night-wind blew:
Upon her breast cherub babe
4 Had sobbed itself to Sleep.


And standing at her side, boy
With heart too proud to weep.
He twined his little arms around
A sisters fragile form,


And whispered words of manly cheer,


AS louder blew the storm.
weep not" he cried, I" the storm will cease


Rest here thy aching head
Oh do not weep! Papa will come,


He'll come and give us bread
Why flow the tears, like summer rain,
! Adown that mothers cheek
Why throbs her heart with agony
| Her lips may not bespeak'
Weeps she the stately halls Of youth,


Changed for the lowly cot ,
Or want, or woe, or winters cold,
Or loneliness of lot
It's not cold, nor pinching want,


That dims that azure eye; E
Nor is it care or WEAKNESS


That prompts the bitter sigh.
'Tis, that the father of her babes


Is but sire in name
She weeps her chidren's heritage


Ofinfamy and shame.
She weeps the thought dispellng draught,


That, with syren's charms,
Hath lured the father from his home


The husband from her arms.
She weeps the bitter tears that fall,


Upon living tomb;
And earth hath nothing more to give


Of misery gloom,
The scene is changed mother sits


Beside The blazing hearth;
And oft the cheerful cottage rings


To sounds Of infant mirth.
The white washed wall, the sanded floor,


The table neatly spread,
The easement lined With verdant shrubs,


The snow-white pallet bed.
The bolted shutter, that defcs


The winters cold so well,
And the happy light of joyous eyes,


Content and comfort tell.
Calm beauty on that mothers brow



Rests, like the bow of peace
That only decks the summer skies. 8


When fearful tempests cease.
w hose form is that, to which her eye


oft turns in conscious Joy?
It is the parent of her babes


The father Of her boy
He has dashed aside the tempting cup
That lured him forth to roam;
And peace and plenty smile again
Upon his cottage home.
-ovlng and loved, his prattling ones
BY turns now share his knee,
And tell by turns the happy tale
Of artless infancy.
The very house-dog on the hearth
Looks up with smiling face:
With piteous moan he seeks to share
His playmates' warm embrace,
)h welded love when at the hearth
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