The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1840-11-13 00:00:00

walked to tlat home which perhaps he left in less humble
manner. Lan arm-chair is seated the attenuated form of

hit mother, stretching forth her arms as if anxious to em-
brace him. Near her stands the father, averting his face,

which bears strong r

.ks of contempt

his dress aM appearance we may suppose him to be a mem-
ber of the sacred profession. With one arm fondly entwined
round his, it an attitude full of the most intense interest,

we perceive he sister entreating for her brother's pardon
Her sweet comtenance is full of maidenly beauty and ran

expression : nodesty

;entleness, and love are all legible in

the lineamens of her face ; in them arc blended the pliancy
of the mother and the firmness of the father. She appears
to urge her slit with the most pressing earnestness, yet in a
respectful male, highly becoming in a daughter pleading for
a much-loved but misled brother. This charming creature

who have heats to &el, and minds to appreciate that which
is beautiful aid good. She is a gem, such as is found to

adorn many al English home

At the door of

ment, with ho. hand upon the lock, we find the old nurse,
gazing on tht group with the most intense anxiety. Her
favourite's pardon would soon be granted if left to her dis-

The artist has charmingly introduced the minutia of the

Jictu re. The piano is open, as if quitted by the dear

ng just quitted the keys, and her voice having but just
;topped breathing the simple ballad of "'Home

object of her attention. This is a pleasant thought of the
artist, as it speaks at once as to the singer's simple habits
and her unpretending accomplishments. The sun, darting
his rays through the window, lights up the room, giving
warmth to the picture. On the wall, suspended between two

ess hung

the prodigal's portrait

This picture is an admirable composition, rich in thought
and true to nature, while the execution of the engravinfr is

portfolio, and hung in every house in the kingdom. It
really " points a moral," and would " adorn a tale."

The following lines, from the pen of Mr. James Stone-

house, convey an idea of the

treaty :

THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN.
TO ILLUSTRATE THE PICTURE, BY EDWARD PRENTIS

NOW IN THE POSSESSION OF ROBERT NAPIER, ESQ.

GLASGOW

Dear Father, do not turn away—
In deep distress my brother kneels ;
Though he bath sinned, within his breast
Repentance now he truly feels.
Oh ! father, He who died for all—
Whose blood was shed that we might live—
Exclaimed amidst his cruel foes,
" They know not what they do : forgive."
He bides his face, with conscious shame
He cannot meet your angry eye—
Oh ! would you seek to know his thoughts,
His tears, his bitter tears reply.
He may have mixed in folly's train,
And mingled with the light and wild,
And revelled in a thoughtless throng;
But still, oh ! still, he is your child.
Father, recal that happy time

When, striving wisdom to convey
You taught our little knees to bend

And our young guileless lips to pray
You bid us then let not yon Sun,

That streams u
Go down upon ou

on us

.Our anger die, as fades the light.
Oh! bear that precept now in mind,
Let kindness to his faults be s
Or how can we at judgment-day
E'er ask forgiveness for our own
May I not bid my brother rise,

And say from Mind the past you blot ?
Oh ! place him in your heart once more,
And be his wand'rings all forgot.

A flush is on my mother's face,
A look of hope, a ray of joy ;
Her arms are stretch'd to press again
To her f
T

hough his disgrace, his sin and shame
May blight her health—her spirit chill,
Nature's sweet voice can ne'er be hushed,
Through all she dotes upon him still.
See where old nurse, with tearful eye,
Half smiling stands beside the door—
The faithful creature, bold in love,
Has dared to welcome him once more.
Dear father, let me bid him rise—

Oh! gaze not thus with looks so stern
With prayer your daughter clings to be
You'll bless the Prodiat

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