J. Theobald and Company's extra special illustrated catalogue of magic lanterns, slides and apparatus (circa 1900)

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146 45 The Land of Gold 1 ‘ Oat-door relief? 0 nonsense !—besides its against the rnlos ** 2 The children clung to their mother, the tears coursed down their cheeks 3 The mother lay in the workhouse, racked with the hunsjer pain, 4 (Effect) And looked down the country garden, where the roses were in Mooitt 6 (Effect) A wife sat alone—deserted-:-left with her babes to brave 6 But the neighbours had traced the children to the busy riverside 7 They were found by the men next morning, when the vessel was out at Sea 8 And showed them a hundred marvels they had never seen before 9 He told the children’s story to the men who were in the place IQ' The captain took the miner, and showed him the girl and boy 11 Then he touched the children’s foreheads with a hot and trembling lip 12 A white-faced convalescent sat in the workhouse yard 13 (Effect) She dreamed that the children ran towards her 14 “ Look what we’ve brought you, mother! VVe’ve been to the Land of Gold 15 As father and mother and children went out of the workhouse gate 16 The dear old home and the garden, just as they used to be Reading, The Laud of Gold, and other Poems,” G. R. Sims, l8. The Lost Child. 1 Among its clustered apple trees a small farm-house sequosterod stood 2 She swung upon tho warden gate and sung her little songs with glee 3 And pluck the purple cuckoo flowers that grow amongst the shining grass 4 And in the evening, when at home, she said the (ext aud sung the hymn 5 The silver moon went circling round, and showers and sunshine blest the earth 6 ‘ Do you remember, Jane, the day when I had made that lovely crown 7 But look here, Jane, at this briar rose—it is the colour, shad© for shade Repeat 5 The silver moon went circling round and showers and sunshitie blest the earth 8 But Annie Lee is cot the same as that sweet child of years gone by 9 Anne dropped her work upon her knee and spoke in accents of despair 10 ‘ What makes you talk of Leonard Gale, a dissolute and drunken man 11 Anne’s sudden wish to leave her home filled her with sorrow aud surprise 12 Anne laughed—‘ Do, mother, let me go, ’tis not above two miles away 13 The Miss De Veres of Yarrow Dell were charmed with Annie’s pretty speech 14 Beside the fire the old folks sat, but not a word they had to say 15 Then with a double life inspired the work before her fingers flew 16 But ’twas averred that whispering pair were Leonard Gale and Annie Lee 17 She stopped beside the churchyard gate, she heard the music sweet and slow 18 And as the evening shadows fell, and darkness crept o’er mill and moor 19 But oh I when she was all alone, she sat like one of ’wildered brain 20 There is a woman in the wood! With trembling, frantic hands she tears 21 The tidings that his child was gone soon roav»h 0 d tho home of Thomas Lee 22 But he was stricken to the heart and lifted Tip his head no more 23 But ere be went he called his wife, and took her hand between his own 24 Dark gathered in that winter’s night, the childless widow sat alone 25 She hurries on in eager search of him she never more will 6nd 26 A fever burns within her veins, she calls for drink and calls for more 27 There’s a woman in the street I She crouches on a atone to i*e,-t 28 She reached the well-known garden gate, she passed beneath the lilac bower 29 And found the chamber all prepared, as waiting an expected guest 30 The poor returning prodigal lay pale and senseless on the floor 31 When many days had passed away, Anne told her mother how she fell 32 My God! my God 1 forgive, forgive ! Oh, mother, pray I dear mother, pray Beading (in verse), by Mrs. SewoU. 2d.