We use Optical Character Recognition (OCR) during our scanning and processing workflow to make the content of each page searchable. You can view the automatically generated text below as well as copy and paste individual pieces of text to quote in your own work.
Text recognition is never 100% accurate. Many parts of the scanned page may not be reflected in the OCR text output, including: images, page layout, certain fonts or handwriting.
206 POPULAE LANTEEN PHOTOGEAPH8, The Trial of Sir Jasper. By KIND Permission op the Adthoe, S. C. Hall, Esq., E.S.A. From Illustrations hy celebrated Artists. 1 Frontispiece—The golden mean of tem- perance 2 ‘With memories hlack of many a bitter blow. Dealt when the father’s soul was dark with gin.’ 3 ‘Hungry and footsore, and without a bed: Starving—yet dare not touch the meat and bread.’ 4 ‘A miserable tramper through the streets No aid she asks, no sympathy she meets’ 6 ‘ She is not in the streets ; beneath the trees That shade her girlhood-house, she sits’ 6 ‘Is it too late to save him? God, we pray His guardian angel may not pass away’ 7 ‘Ten thousand devils haunt him day and night ; Haunt him alike in darkness and in light.’ 8 ‘ A common incident of blighted life : Mourn for the wretched sufferers—child and wife.’ 9 ‘See the degraded wretch.we picture here : He blights the corn before it reaches the ear.’ 10 ‘Over the lone grave of the suicide.’ 11 ‘No better man when sober; drunk, none worse.’ 12 ‘The artist paints him—lowest of the low: Alas ! Giles Jonson ! ’twas not always so’ 13 ‘ And let the artist draw his picture now : Draw Farmer Jonson—home from hi» own plough. ’ 14 ‘ They laid the dead wife on the floor.’ 15 ‘ She may be welcomed by the seraphim, Where sinners penitent find pardon- ing grace.’ 16 And when the babe was dead, 'Twas accidental death, the jury said.’ 17 'This happened in New Zealand: the placed A drunken Maori in the public stocks.’ 18 ‘ These are the sisters, mothers, daugh- ters, wives: HomM— yet doubtful—all may not be spent.’ 19 ‘Enter the prison: see the good man there, Who from the death-doomed sinner drivM despair,' 20 ‘ The artist saw this scene in London Square, One night of snow, or nearly early morning.’ 21 ‘ Looking for father, that the artist saw And that some guiding spirit bade him draw. ’ 22 ‘ Can you not guess what these pool- bubbles mean. Though of the self-drowned woman nought is seen ?’ 23 ‘Where are his wife and children— both he had ? Go ask the parish paupers: one is mad.’ 24 “Full!” ‘There are many hundred children more. Who shrink and shiver round ths closed door.’ 25 ‘They’ve said their evening hymn and prayer, and sleep; While guardian angels watch and ward will keep.’ The Child Martyr. A True Story. 1 Photograph of a Group of Statuary erected in New Cemetery, Stirling, in commemoration of the Mar- tyrdom. “The marble seemed to speak to me— To whisper in my ear— ‘ I have a history to tell, You would do well to hear.’’’ 2 Mother of the girls dies, giving them instructions to adhere to the protea- tant faith even if persecution arose. “I have not long to stay, my child. It is my last request. Oh read, and prize this precious book When I have sunk to rest.” 8 The girls are tried as heretics “ The Bishop said to Margaret. • Bow to the Pontiff’s will. Abjure your faith ;’ she meekly said, • Please God, I never will, “ ‘The Pope is but a mortal mao, ’Tis Christ who sets us free ; I need no man, save Christ the Lord, Between my God and me.”’ 4 The eldest is tied to a stake at low tido “Once more they struggled through th* ‘Give in, give up, they cry; [seat The tide is strong—five minutes morsy And yon must surely die I’’’