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158 6 The Curse of Drink. A Temperance Recitation, in verse, by Robert L©6 1 And tea bein^ o’er, beside the fire they’d sit, And she would sew, while Tom would read a bit 2 Three years roll’d on, and, as, is oft the case, This little family grew in numbers and in grace 8 About this time, poor Tom began to go And get his glass of beer, just one, yon know 4 Thus Tom, though he was only a beginner, Prided himself on being a splendid sinner 5 The mother sits, and silently is weeping, While on her knee a little one is sleeping 6 It ceases and the door is opened wide. And Tom reels in with maudling, drunken stride 7 He reels a-pace and falls upon the floor. Curses himself, his wife, and speaks no more 8 Well, all this while the wife, with half*crazed head, Glares on the two dear loved ones now laid dead 9 A diunkeu brawl, in which ^fellow-man Had smashed his bead iu with an alehouse cau Reading, ‘Walker’s Temperance Recitations,’ No. 50. Ned Ridgway’s Escape. A Temperance Eecitation by the Rev. Frederick Langbridge. 1 We'll drink at six at the ‘ Jolly Bricks ; ’ and the answer I make is ‘ No I' 2 There’s a nice little shop below—you’ve only to say the word 3 This hat has a tidy nap ; this coat is about the thing 4 Rigged out in her Sunday gown, and sitting to pour the tea 6 With a carpet like that and a rug, a fellow must mind his feet 6 And he prayed, ‘ For the dear God’s sake, one penny to buy me gin ’ 7 (Effect) His heart-broken wife lay sick, she laid on the floor for bed 8 Look here—look over the way—look round on every hand Reading, ‘ Onward Reciter,’ No. 224, Id. While the Sabbath Bells were Ringing. A Temperance Recitation by W. A. Eaton. 1 The sunshine fell on cottage roofs, and waving cornfields bright 2 The sunlight on the old church tower lit up the fane of gold 3 The organ-notes rang loud and deep, and sweetly sang the choir 4 And they were pressing round the door of a gin-shop large and bright 6 Within they drank and screamed for more—it was an awful sight 6 She rose and glared upon her foe, like fiond from hell up-springing 7 Drunkards go staggering through the town, roaring some ribald song Reading, ‘Onward Reciter,’ No. 224, Id. The Little Hero. 1 From Liverpool across the Atlautic, the good ship floatiug o’er the deep 2 One day he comes up from below deck, a-grasping a lad by the arm 3 An’ the mate asks the boy pretty roughly how be dared for to be stowed away 4 “ An’.” says he. in a voice clear and pretty, “ My stepfather brought me aboard” ^ 8 Then the mate pulled his watch from his pocket, just as if he’d been drawing his knife 6 An’the little chap kneels on the deck there, an’ his hands be clasps o’er his breast 7 Off his feet was the lad suddenly lifted, and clasped to the mate’s rugged breast