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

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51 149 XjZIFIE] ZvZOIDELS. One Winter Night. 1 Ragged, wretched, worn aud wearj, Come the casuals, creeping in 2 Here, through all the long night watches^ Want and woe can rest their heads 3 Look where lies a woman sleeping, Moaning even in her rest 4 Effect Faint and footsore, broken-hearted. Cold and hunger did their work 6 Effect And he cried, ‘ O God, have mercy On my darlings when I’m dead 1’ 6 Sits among the poor who worship In the sittings labelled ‘ Free * 7 And a homeless creature totters From God’s temple with the rest 8 She is lost upon the moorland Daylight’s ISvSt faint glimmer fled 9 ‘ Go, O baby dear !’ she murmurs, ‘ From my breast, all cold and dry Reading—Ballads of Babylon. G. R. Sims Is. The Village Blacksmith. [LONGFELLOW] 1 Title : 'TheVillage Blacksmith,’ with smithy, &c., bymoonlight 2 Under a spreading chesuut tree The village smithy stands 3 Week in, week out. from morn till night You can hear his bellows blow 3a Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low 4 And children coming home from school Look in at the open door 6 He goes on Sunday to the church And sits among his boys 6 He hoars his daughter’s voice, Singing in the village choir 7 And it makes his heart rejoice 7a Effect It sounds to him like her mother’s voie# Singing in Paradise! 8 Effect He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies 9 Toiling—rejoicing—sorrowing Onward through life he goes 10 Something attempted, something done Has earned a night’s repose Reading—Series No. 11. 6d, D