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145 44 In the Harbour. 1 My boat's that there in the harbour, and the man aboard’s my mato 2 Her as our boat's named arter was famous far and wide 3 But one week wed and they parted—he went with the fisher fleet 4 She’d stood on the shore that morning and had watched the tiny sail 6 The boats that had sailed that morning with the fleet were half-a-score C Stand by the hour together and murmur her husband’s name 7 The boat was out in the tempest—and she was in it alone 8 We carried him to a cottage, and we laid him on a bed 9 That night with her arms around him, the poor mad woman died Reading, ‘‘ The Lifeboat and other Poems.” G. E. Sims. Is. The Little Match Girl. 1 A frail little maiden, not quite nine years old, was sent by her parents out into the cold 2 But all were too eager to pass on their way, she could not prevail upon any to stay 3 Yet many had dear little girls of their own, to whom cold and hunger were sorrows unknown 4 So into a corner she timidly crept, and there for a short time she fitfully slept 5 She untied the bundle and took out a match, and then ’gainst the wall she just gave it a scratch 6 (Fffeet) And therein the midst stood a tall Christmas Tree, which »lie and some other girls danced round with glee 7 (Effect) Tier grandmother bent, and then laid the poor child upon ler Wui .11 bosom, while sweetly she smiled 8 Next morning the poor frigid body was found, extended full length on the hard fi ozen ground 9 (Effect) Angela Reading, (in verso), by Robert Craven, O.M. The Matron’s Story, 1 And I wai t ho niHiron here, sir, on the night that they brought her in 5 And picked up a brass-houud hymu-boolv and aimed at our chaplain's faOV B She hit and she tore and scratched us, and kicked like a beastat bay 4 “ Poor lass, miy tlie Lord forgive her as I forgive her too!” o On a mission of love and mercy to an awful place down East— 6 For they pi.^ked up filth to pelt him, and drove him against the wall 7 Then he turned quite sick and giddy, and felt himself dragged along 8 “ Hush lor your life !” she whispered, *• I’ve bolted and barred the doorj" y And just as they reached the entry, lo, a woman’s piercing shriek 10 The crowd in their brutal fury had beaten the woman down 11 She beckoned him down and whispered, and these were the words she said{ 12 Died ? No, she didn’t; we saved her—she’s matron here under me heading, “ The Ballads of Babylon.” G. R. Sims. ll.