He goes on Sunday to the church, He hears the parson pray and preach; And it makes his heart rejoice; It sounds to him like her mother's voice He needs must think of her once more, And with his hard rough hand he wipes Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Something attempted, something done, Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, EMMET'S "LULLABY." Close your eyes, Lena, my darling, Fear thou no danger, Lena, Move not, dear Lena, my darling; For your brother watches nigh you, Lena dear Nothing evil can come near; Brightest flowers bloom for thee, Darling Lena, dear to me. CHORUS. Go to sleep, go to sleep, my baby, my baby, my baby. Bright be the morning, my darling, When you ope your eyes, Sunbeams grow all around you, Lena, Peace be with thee, love, my darling; Blue and cloudless be the sky for Lena dear, Birds sing their bright songs for thee, my darling, Full of sweetest melody; Angels ever hover near, Darling Lena, dear to me. Said I," Allow me to pay," "Oh, thank you, sir," Said the dark girl dressed in blue. We chatted and talked as we onward walked, She asked me, too-oh, wasn't it kind If I had a father or a mother; "Oh, yes," says I, and a grandmother, too, But pray, miss, what are you?" "I'm chief engineer in a milliner's shop," We walked about for an hour or two, I stepped up to the bar She slipped in my hand a ten-dollar bill I seid We had some light refreshments, The barkeeper counted out the change- She thanked me, and said, "I must away, To catch the Boston train." I turned to leave, when by my side This tall man said, "Excuse me, sir, That note was bad, my duty is To take you on suspicion." Said I, "For a lady I obtained the change." He said, "Are you telling me true? Where does she live?-what's her name?" says I, My story they believed, they thought I'd been de- But they said I must hand back the cash; A way went a ten-dollar smash; So all young men, take my advice, Be careful what you do, When you make the acquaintance of ladies strange, POOR OLD SLAVE. 'Tis just one year ago to-day, that I remember well: I sat down by poor Nelly's side, a story she did tell; [year; 'Twas about a poor unhappy slave, that lived for many a But now he's dead and in his grave, no master does he fear. CHORUS. The poor old slave has gone to rest, we know that he is free; Disturb him not, but let him rest, 'way down in Tennessee. She took my arm, we walked along into an open field; [steal. And here she paused to breathe awhile, then to his grave did She sat down by that little mound, and softly whispered there: Come to me, father, 'tis thy child! then gently dropped a tear. But since that time, how things have changed! poor Nelly that was my bride, [side. Is laid beneath the cold grave sod, with her father by her BONNY ELOISE. Sweet is the vale where the Mohawk gently glides, And dearer than all storied streams on earth besides But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, Is blue-eyed, Bonny, Bonny Eloise, Oh, sweet are the scenes of my boyhood's sunny hour, [tears And dear are the friends seen through memory's fond But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, Who charms when others all fail, Is blue-eyed, Bonny, Bonny Eloise, Oh, sweet are the moments when dreaming I roam, But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, Who charms when others all fail, Is blue-eyed, Bonny, Bonny Eloise, The Belle of the Mohawk Vale. SHELLS OF OCEAN. One Summer eve, with pensive thought, I stood upon the pebbly strand, To cull the toys that 'round me lay, I threw them one by one away- I threw them one by one away. "Oh, thus," I said, "in every stage, And then we leave them like a child." I WANT TO SEE THE COTTON FIELDS AND THE DEAR OLD HOME AGAIN. I've wandered very far away From the clime where I was born, No master kind to treat me well, I want to see the cotton fields, CHORUS. Oh, the good old days are passed and gone, I want to see the cotton fields, And the dear old home again. When I was free I left that land Where the days are bright and fair, I left that home no friends to find, I'm left all sad and lonely now, My master, too, he may be dead, |