. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . I arc notfreeman of your groat city, not von liveryman servant of von of you com-pagnies joint-stock. But I must not forgot do toast. Milors and (Jontlo-mans 1 Do immortal Shakispearo he have write, Do ding of beauty arede joy for nevermore. It is de ladies who arc de toast. Vat is more en- PRAYERS OF CHILDREN. 329 trancing dan de charmante smile, de soft voice, de vinking eye of de beau-tiful lady ! It is de ladies who do sweeten the cares of life. It is de ladieswho are de guiding
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . I arc notfreeman of your groat city, not von liveryman servant of von of you com-pagnies joint-stock. But I must not forgot do toast. Milors and (Jontlo-mans 1 Do immortal Shakispearo he have write, Do ding of beauty arede joy for nevermore. It is de ladies who arc de toast. Vat is more en- PRAYERS OF CHILDREN. 329 trancing dan de charmante smile, de soft voice, de vinking eye of de beau-tiful lady ! It is de ladies who do sweeten the cares of life. It is de ladieswho are de guiding stars of our existence. It is de ladies who do cheerbut not inebriate, and, darefore, vid all homage to dere sex, de toast dat Ihave to propose is, De Ladies ! God bless dem all! And the little Frenchman sits down amid a perfect tempest of cheers. A few more toasts are given, the list of subscriptions is read, a vote ofchankis is passed to the noble chairman; and the Fifteenth Annual Festivalof the Society for the Distribution of Blankets and Top-Boots among theNatives of the Cannibal Islands is at an PBA YERS OF CHILDREN. ^N the quiet nursery chambers,—Snowy pillows yet unpressed-See the forms of little childrenKneeling, white robed, for in quiet nursery -hambers,While the dusky shadows creep,Hear the voices of the children ; Now I lay me down to sleep. In the meadow an<l the mountainCalmly shine the Winter stars, But across the glistening lowlandsStand the moonlights silver bars. In the silence and the darkness,Darkness growing still more deep, Listen to the litte children, I Praying God their souls to keep. their If we die —so pray the children,I And the mothers head droops low,One from out her fold is sleeping Deep beneath the winters snow— Take our souls;—and past the casement Flits a gleam of crystal light. Like the trailing of his garments, Walking evermore in white. Little souls that stand expectant, Listening at the gates of life, Hearing, fa
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