The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-07-25

Weary and tired I've been wandering all Gay,
Asking for work, but m too small, they say
On the damp ground must now lay my head
Fathers drunkard and mother is dead.
we we're so happy till father drank rum,
| Then all our sorrow and trouble begun
Mother grew pale, and wept every day
Baby and were too hungry to play
| Slowly they faded till one summer night
Found their dead faces all silent and white;
Then. with big tears slowly dropping, said,
| Fathers drunkard and mother Is dead.
| 80 if the temperance men only could lind
| Poor, wretched father, and talk very kind
| If they would stop Kim from drinking, then
l should be so very happy again.
Is it too late, temperance men! Please Try,
| Or poor little Bessie must soon starve ana uie
All the day long I've been begging for bread
Fathers drunkard and mother Is dead.
The game of billiards was left unfin-
| ished, the cards thrown aside, and the
unemptied glass remained ON the coun-
ter; all had pressed near, some with
pity-beaming eyes, entranced with the
musical voice and beauty OF the child,
who seemed better fitted to be with an.
gels above than in such place.
The scene / shall never forget to my
diving day, and the sweet cadence of hen
musical voice still rings i'll my ears, and
every word of the song as 1t dropped
from her lips sank deep into the hearts
of those gathered around her.
With her golden hair falling carelessly
around her shoulders, and looking SC
trustiNgly and confdingly upon the gen.
tlemen around her, her beautiful eyes
Illuminated with light that seemed not
of this earth, she formed a picture OF
purity and innocence worthy the genius
of poet or painter.
At the close of the song many were
weeping; men who had not shed a tear
for years now wept like children. One
young man who had resisted with scorr
the pleadings of loving mother and
the entreaties of friends to strive to
lead better life, to desist from course
that was wasting his fortune and ruin.
ing his health, now approached the
child, and taking both hands in his,
while tears streamed down his cheeks,
| exclaimed, with deep emotion:
God bless you, my little angel. You
have saved me from ruin and disgrace,
from poverty and a drunkard's grave.
one God bless you God bless you =
and putting a note into the hands of the
mother, said:
please accept this trihe as a token
OF my regard and esteem, for your little
girl has done me kindness can never
repay; and remember, whenever you are
in want, you will find me true friend,
at the same time giving her his name
and address.
Taking her child by the hand she
turned to go, but pausing at the door
said:
"God bless you, gentlemen Accep,
the heartfelt thanks of poor, friendless
woman for the kindness and courtesy
you have shown her." Before any one
could reply she was gone.
A silence of several minutes ensued
which was broken by the proprietor, who
exclaimed:
Gentlemen, that lady was right, and
L have sold my last glass of whisky il
any one of you want more you will have
to go elsewhere"
And have drank my last glass Of
whisky" said a young man who had
long been given up as utterly beyond
the reach of those who had deep in.
terest in his welfare, as sunk too low
ever to reform.