Maysville weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1864-1866, 1864-06-16


You're tired, dear mother, your cheek is quite
g 81 pale;
Won't you lay down yonr sewing, and tell me a
tale G.5g =
Offairies that sent, in good times OF old,
Rich banquets, and jewels, and purses of colds
Not aboat little Riding Hood crossing the moor
Was the wolf that she met like our Wcif at the
doorl
Shall we never walk out where the houses, so
-a tail, -.
Have lace in each window, and lamps in each
hall7 p ~,
Where the curly-haired children play over tue
grass? = s',-
We might hear their gay laughter and talk as
we'd pass.
Must you sit here and work till your fingers are
Think we might steal by the wolf at the door.
III lay down your work-Oh, how warm it will
Ny nice little clOakl-why, I thought twas for
Once always in garments as 6ne was dressed,
But shan't ask for this if you think 'twOuld be
.sE.L best; -
Yet 1 can't understaud what you told me before,
That it might for awhile Keep the wolf from the
door. -. t-...- .....
The clothes have on are so thin and so wornl-
try to be thankful they never stay torn;
But 1 should like some new ones, with tasseis
and braid, 49,
And stockings, not shrnnken, nor faded' nor
~ frayed,
And a pair of new shoes-how they'd crcak on
the ioorl
But then he might hear them the wolf at the
door.
The rooms growing dark, and can't see to play
By the light of the lamp that shines over tbe
way; e So ~ "a
And the shadows that fit O'erits gleam on the
wall, s-.-..,.. s y..-. ....
They frfghten me, coming SO shaPeless and tall;
Oh, how I'd beg for candle once more,~
If you thought he'd not see us-the wolf at the
doorl r
And the fire on the hearth it has died away
Won't you kindle new one, dear mother, to-
Don't YOU love the soft flames as they crackie
and glowi sE
They would warm your poor hands, that are
cold as the snow;
And the kettle would sing-hark!--is that the
winds roarl
Oh. notberl / fear tits the wolf at the doorl
We'll, hear me my prayers, and Pll lie down II
bed; ...-,.
And while your soft arm is passed under my
head,
Won,tyou tell me again to be trusting and brave
Thonob march over thorns my way to tn
To keep sin from my heart, lest it eat to tn
s-s- core--t -'st-t5 p t--~
Dear mother, lis sin like the wolf at the doOrf
And tell me of mansions still grander than thos
Where the rich children play and the gras
greenly grows;
Where they'll give me bright robes, and crow
- for my head,
And on fruits from that garden of God III b
fed; 1.ie.sesl
oh. moshefl to think there we'll live evermore,
And be in no fea1 from the wolf at the door.
ONE OF THE WAsHINaToN FAMILY.-Th'
Point Lookout correspondent of the Baltl
more american, speaking of four hundre'
more prisoners leaving that point for ex
change, thus notices one of the Washingto
family: -ini D.. ~ j.. =
Among those left in this load is Asustu
Washington, Of Clarke county. Va, secon
cousin Of Jobn-A. Washington, OF Harper
Ferry. Washington isyery anxious t
reach his bone, be having been wounde
at the battle of Gettysburg, and in such
manner as to unit him for active service
Mr.. Washington, in leaving here iett som !!
warn 'nersona, friends; and if he differed i
his political opinion from others, he al leas
deserves the credit of being gentleman
bis manners. 4 have frequently converse =
with him in regard to secession, ana q onn
that he was the self-same idea OF Stat
Iiobts that possess most of the soldiers Iroh
the, Old Dominion, and believes that 10
same spirit that caused the heroes ois'1o
follow the fortu nes of Washington, possesse
the followers of JEFF Davis, and that tne'
cause is just and holy
They wbosbave an honest and engash
look, ought to suffer double Punlshmei
If they be lie it in their actions.