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144 43 Nellie’s Prayer. 1 stooped down, with her eyelids streaming, and kissed her and turned away" 2 That a soldier for Queen and country had bravely given his life 2a (effect) He had thought of his absent dear ones with the film of death on his eyes* 3 Then they counted the dead and wounded, and feund him among^ the slain 4 I had thought of him night and morning; I had passed long nights on my knees 4a (effect) It all came back like a vision; I could hear the band as it played 5 He held her up at the station, lifted her up to kiss 6 And so I bad taken courage, and looked on the bright side first 7 Till the truth carne on me fiercely, and I thought that my heart would break 8 “ Why are you crj ing. mammy ?” I only shook my head 9 Prayed that, with her father lying in that far-off country dead! 10 Up to her room, and I heard her kneeling beside her bed 11 1 gave one cry and I fainted, and Nell ran down at the cry Reading—“ The Lifeboat and other Poems.” G. R. Sims. l8> The Street Tumblers. 1 Tcs, I’m his mother, lady—don’t say, “ Poor little lad 1” 2 Look at his rcsy cheeks, ma’am ! look at his atnrdy limbs! 3 He’d bad to give up performin’, fcr the agony made him shriek 4 We won du’t go in the workhouse, to we just go trampin’ on 6 And the doctor who saw it told him if he didn’t rest he’d be lamed 6 So we had to go to the workhouse for the sake of a meal and bed 7 So we started again, but often I’d stop by ore o’ them pools 8 Now look at him yonder, lady—handsome and firm o’ limb 9 But we hadn’t eat down a second when a beadle came up like mad 10 I rushed from the church that moment, my senses seemed to reel Repeat 2 And Jc^hnny grew plump and pretty, and learnt to hold the shell Reading, “ The Lifeboat and other Poems.” Q. R. Sims. Is. In the Workhouse. 1 It is Chrislmns Day in the Workbouse, and the cold bare walls are bright 2 “ Great God! ’’ he cries; but it chokes me ! for this is the day she died.’* 3 He looked at the gunn ians’ ladies, then, eyeing their lords, he said : 4 “ Keep your hands off me, curse you I hear me right out to the end” 6 “I came to tl.e parish,craving bread for a starving wife” 6 “ I slunk to tbe filthy alley—’t\\as a cold, raw Christmas eve ” V “ All through that eve I w tched her, bolding her hand in mine” 8 ” I rushed from the room like a madman, aud flew to the workhouse gate ” 9 “ For there in ibo silv’ry m( onli^ht my Nance lay, cold and still ” (Repeat No. 8) “ You, who would feast us paupers, what of my murdered wife? Rtading, The Dagonet Ballads.” G, R. Sims. Is. n