The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-02-02

man mind, namely: Whether a man
who has reached the ripe old age OF
eighty years and an experienced widow
of forty-eight may not love with all the
fervor of bachelor of twenty-five and
a tender maid of eighteen. 1t is not in
order for any man to speak to this ques-
ton until he turns his eightieth year.
As for the gentler sex, they are priv
legged, and may talk whenever they will.
Sun.
Mother Goose was not born yester-
day. Sing a Song of SiXpence," was
sung in the sixteenth century. 1.-The
Frog and the Mouse" was licensed i'll
1880, and "Three Blind Mice belong
to the same period. PUSSY Cat, Pussy
Cat, Where Have You Been?' was
nursery rhyme in Queen Elizabeth's
day; "Girls and Boys Come Out to
Play was written in the reign of Charles
H.; "The Old Woman Tossed i'll
Blanket was popular in the days OF
James H., and Little Jack Horner"
is older than the seventeenth century.
The Denison (Tex.) NeUs tells the
story of the wife of a convict. They
lived at Fairview, Mo-, and four years
ago he went to Texas, got into bad
company, and was sent to the Texas
Penitentiary for three years. His wife
was present at the trial, having gone
all alone from the State of Missouri.
The prison walls of Huntsville shut out
the loving wife, and she returned to her
home in Missouri. The young mans
term of imprisonment, on account OF
good behavior, was shortened, he being
recommended by the Warden of the
State Prison to Gov. Hubbard for EXecu-
tive clemency. The faithful wife re-
ceived letter from her husband a few
days before his release, and instantly
started for Texas. She went to the
house of some relatives living in Nc
Kinney to await the arrival of her hus-
band During his Imprisonment boy
had been born to him. At the depot
the released convict and wife met after
separation of nearly three years.
"BRING BACK MY CHILD"
r. This is not merely wife pleading to husband
but heart to heart, and soul to soul. '-HrS-
Carrie Church TO her huSbdnd.l
Bring back my child again, bring her to me;
Life is but weary pam, marx! 10 my pea
Let me but fold her form in my embrace
Let me but smile on my poor Edith's face.
All! am dying! How chilly feel
Husband, oh pity me, hear my appeal
Come, darling, come, am faint, am weak;
Here me implore you, ! hardly can speak
Bring back my child again, hear me, pray;
See, am dying! Don't take her array
Bring back my child again. back to my breast,
Let her be near me when sinking to rest;
Bring Edith back to me, here let her stay,
Till have kissed her lips, passing away.
Then will leave her, my husband, with you;
Teach her the journey in life to pursue;
Come, darling, come, kindly heed me, pray.
Have you no pity! Don't take her away.
Oh bring back my child again, God! how
grieve
If could see Edith I'd live, believe.
Bring back my child again, see! must die.
Edith. come back to me- darling, don't cry,
For am sinking now-God, hear my prayer!
Edith, my child, try and meet me sup there
Oh! Pm so weary | struggle for breath;
Soon will | silent be, folded in death.
Come, - | forgive you'; Edith, good-by!
If could see goa, how happy I'd die.
'hGnlelmi,tli yGhild again, hear me, pray
And when dying I prayed that you'd pfin,
back my child
VA s, Hays, in Louisville Courier-5oumal.