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As sweet perfume where roses bloom Pervades the air around^ So loving words and kindly deeds From holy lives abound. — Rose Marham. / i •«■• m»mt»m9mmr- CONTENTS. ^\ PAGE Wreck of the S. S. "Victoria'^ - - - - - 5 Memorial - • . • - - . ., . . 13 The Floods of London West 14 The Request 18 My Mother 19 The Dying Mother and Her Child .... 21 Cast Down, but Not Forsaken 22 An Inquiry 25 The Travelling Preacher 26 " Consider the Lilies of the Fi^ld, how they Grow " 28 The Practical Joker - 29 The Scrap Book 32 Procrastination — a Fact 33 A Fright ^ " ' 35^ A Dream ^L - • - 40 The Wedding Ring w . . 42 Angels versus Babies 44 The Auction Sale 44 Susie and Tommy at Play 45 On the Death of President James A. Garfield - 46 Look on this Picture, then on That - - • • 47 The Orphan Boy's Dream 48 A Picture of Fraser's Heights, Port Stanley - - 50 A Little Girl's Soliloquy ....... 51 Dedicated in Love to my Dear Friend, Mary Ann D. - 52 RoLLO on Duty 53 An Hero 54 The Bugle's Call 59 The Welcome Home ........ 6q *'-i'i ■ ■^ i i I j^ iw w i m i ■' ■"■'■■T' ■■T YET RESISTED UNTO BLOOD, STRIVING Against Sin " My Darling •' I SHALL BE Satisfied when I Awake with Thy Like- ness The Baby and Dog; or, Perfect Love Casteth Out Fear Somebody's Bairn - The Lord Inhabiteth the Praises of Israel The Jack Tar A Macedonian Cry Temperance Refrain No Surrender Prohibition . - Temperance Pledge Song Sow the Seeds of Temperance Free Evermore The Dying Child The Storm at Sea For God, and Home and Native Land . . . . The Voice of Jesus PAGE 62 62 63 64 65 65 67 68 70 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 81 82 82 83 83 84 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 96 '.^•■r^^UaaiiU-.'] :.& ■jp 62 63 64 65 65 67 68 70 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 81 82 82 83 83 84 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 96 FALLEN ROSE-LEAVES. WRECK OF THE S. S. "VICTORIA." May 24th, 1881. BY ONE WHO WAS ON BOARD. Hark ! a sound of woe and wailing Comes upon the evening air, While groups around, of friends and neighbors, Meet the sad eye everywhere. Why this cry ? Has fever stricken The whole city as one man ? Or has the plague, as in times olden, Oome to London once again ? Listen ! there's a cry now reaches Of a woman's upraised voice, Asking now, " Where is my darling 1 " Answered — "Locked in death's embrace." ■ mmm r^T-jyT^nff^paw-^ - 6 FALLFN ROSE LEAVES. And with agony part deadened, Falling back in true friends' arms, WMle questions asked and answers given Oi/y causes fresh alarms. On that morning, fair and lovely. As ever shone forth summer day Thousands hastened off for pleasure — 'Twas the twenty-fourth of May. And a people, loyal in feeling. Set apart their Queen's birthday ; For in business they were earnest. They had learned where wisdom lay. Interspersing work with pleasure, Giving each their proper places. Some had sought the railway station. By train to visit friendly faces. "I Others, lured by lovely Nature, To the fair banks of the Thames, Boarded on the Royal Victoria, Bound on gathering flowers and ferns. "^ Arriving safe at destination, Hither, thither, speed the crowd, — Happy parents, happy children. Seemed the day without a cloud. And the day passed, as such days will, All too soon — that one at least; For those eyes, so bright with pleasure, Soon were dim with the death-mist. The VVriter, with husband and little daughter. WRECK OF THE S. S. " VICTORIA." And now tlie boat, with water laden, Comes along the wharf, to bear Its precious burdens of immortals To their landing — where, oh, where 1 As along the Thames' green waters Pass the merry, jovial crowd. The forms now decked in dainty fashion Hasten on to wear a shroud. Ward's and "Woodland's landings past — Oh ! had our captain sober been, Our eyes from tears would have been kept. And London saved from such a scene. Into the water's deepest bend. He took us ; and the ship swayed so, A voice cried, " Move to the other side. Or the boat will over go." Too late ! they moved, one moment more The ship now quivered to its core. Then over went j five hundred souls Were struggling 'midst the water's folds. But some leaped into the water Before the boat went o'er, Though exhausted by the struggle, Had safely reached the shore. And now, with upraised arms and voice. One so escaped from death. With horror depicted on her face, She sees the struggling mass. " Save them, oh ! save them, do ! " she cries, And then entreaties cease. For scarce a head is seen to rise ; All, all have sunk beneath. III! Ill Ml Bl 8 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. A few, but very few, escaped. And speed along the sliore to take Into the city the sad news, And help and axes bring to use. In the meantime, some noble men. When the ship broke up in twain. Regained their footing on her deck. Though wet and weary, went to work. And now began the awful sight, Which dead and dying brought to light j Each one, when saved, had lost some other- Father, son, fond friend, or brother. Mothers, children, sisters, all For each other loudly call, And they scan the deck and shore. For the dress* each loved one wore. mi"- And while the hope of life still lasts. Some worked for warmth, till hope was past ; And some gently V>ore, with kindly hand, The dead and dying to the land, ^A ',;*"!, Where fires burned bright, to dry and cheer Each dripping form that gathered there ; And silently the night drew on, Which added horrors to the scene. Hushed were the cries, now hope had fled. Save when one came across his dead ; Then kindly hands bore them away, And gently laid them on the dray. * The Writer for her child. WRECK OP THE S. 8. " VICTORIA." Which took them to the homes bereft ; In some 'twas only father left, To labor and to bear alone, When all that made work light was gone. And other homes there were bereft Of willing hands and willing feet. Of little ones that lightened care By running here and doing there. And homes bereft of father's love, And helpful means which made life move So easily from day to day, A nd chased the wolf of want away. And still the ghastly work went on. All through the night and early morn, Of bringing the dead from the waters cold Till two hundred and eighty were found, all told. And amongst that silent throng stood one, Sobered with pallid face. While in his arms there rests a form Of wondrous childish grace. Ah ! well we know for many a year. Will come the harrowing thought, " Had I been there, as I promised her,'' E'en death had harmed her not. But thou canst go where she has gone, Though she may not return ; They have gone before, and got safe home. While we still journey on. And Father, if the fight is hard. The victory is sure ; And we may stand at God's right hand, With loved ones gone before. 9 m 10 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. And still there is another yet, That meets our eye on that scene of death, With a little form on his heaving breast, A casket of its jewel bereft. And near him lay the comely form Of a woman, whose ornaments still adorn ; And friends, now seeking, try to trace To whom they belong, when the man's face A new terror began to show, " Surely, that trinket I ought to know, 'Tis my wife's," he exclaims ! then " Oh ! My God ! my other children are here too." And so, alas, on looking around His other darlings soon were found. Now wife and children all are gone — * A. grief which scarcely can be borne. Oh ! Thou that dwellest up on high. And seest such. Lord, draw them nigh. And help thorn, through Thy chastening rod; To call on Thee, the living God. And they ladened the boat Princess Louise, Which slowly steamed beneath the trees. With its terrible freight of silent dead, To the Sulphur Spring Gardens, their grassy bed. And they laid them gently side by side, The young and the old, the babe and the bride, f And many still shudder as they think of the sight. That loomed out from the dark on that terrible night. rf I r 1 ■' * Wife and four children, t Five in one family. ri mm ^ WRECK OF THE S. S. " VICTORIA." 11 And on the morrow from far and near, Oame the coffins to use in the funeral bier, Till from end to end of the city was none To be bought for money, for all were gone. And many were buried on that first day After the accident, but many more lay Till the twenty-sixth, for Mayor Campbell said : " Let the stores be closed while we bury our dead." And the streets of the city were deserted that day. Save by those who went where the dead were to lay, And men bared their heads at each sad procession ; And I loved London more for such consideration. "While at many a door as we hurried along, Crape, tied with black and white, was hung ; And others were waiting while we were gone, For the hearse and the cabs to return to them. So ended the second solemn day : Our loved ones from our homes had passed away ; And our hearts still bleeding began to say ; Why were they taken. Lord, show us why 1 And the answer came from His Holy Word, The only answer of which I have ii-'^ard, " If any love Me, let him take up his cross And follow on after Me," it shall not be his loss. For none hath forsaken for My name's sake. Unholy friends, or companions who take My name in vain, or trades which tell. Plainly they lead weak souls to hell. But in this life rewarded shall be. And life everlasting receiveth with Me ; I would that thou lovest Me, " how often I would Have gathered thee to Me as a hen doth her brood." WM 'mr V' 12 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. fj I've tried thee with plenty, I've tried thee with spare, Of loves thou hadst many, now thou art bare ; What more can I do to save you from harm. You must be hot or cold, I can't have you lukewarm. " I've piped, and ye danced not" with joy in your heart. To God who gave richly. Now I've made you to start Back with horror ; oh ! will you not try From this time to seek Me 1 "For why will ye die? " Yes, Lord, we will seek Thee at once, oh, forgive All that is past, and help us to live, And work, like the righteous that exalteth a nation, Nor forget the sad lesson in this visitation. But from that lesson so sad and dreary, Comes a perfume sweet and cheery ; How easily God can raise up friends. With the trouble that He sends. From our own and many another city, Came the helping hand of pity ; God bless them all an hundred-fold. For the sympathy of which it told. It speaks again like Revelation, "God of one blood hath made each nation," Help us to live like brotherhood. Striving to do each other good. And hasten the time when to our call, Lord, Thou shalt come to rule us all, " When we shall know Thee as Thou art ; And learn to love Thee as we ought." MEMORIAL. 18 MEMORIAL. Lines written by a mother on the loss of a darling child by the wreck of the steamship Victoria, on the Thames, London, Ontario, May 24, 1881. Written on the 21st of August, when feeling sad because it is three months to-day since my darling hastened away to Sunday-school with the text for the day's lesson : " Behold the Lamb of God. " This was her last Sabbath on earth, as she was drowned on the next Tuesday. She was a child wise beyond her years, and thoughtful for all, especially for me, her mother. It always grieved her to see me weary and sad, being of a bright, affectionate disposition herself. She was truly one of those of whom it is said, "And they shall be all taught of God," for only so can we account for her sweetness and gentleness. She was eight years four months and nine days old when she died. Our Rose, a flower by name, And sweet as her namesake too, The fragrance of her life remains, Though her dear form is hid from view. Our sunbeam, we often called her. And now from her home on high. She will come as a ministering angel To light us up to the sky. Tune,—" Come back to Erin." Sadly I miss you, ray darling, my darling ! But, Lord, thou art worthy my best to receive ; I would not recall her, O Jesus, Thou knowest, For oh, I am sure that with Jesus she lives. She has gone on before me, but I will not murmur. For Lord, Thou art worthy my best to receive ; But humbly I'll try while I live to adore Thee And show by my life how in Christ I believe. ^^ip 14 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. Sadly I miss you, my darling, my darling ! When to or from God's house I go or return, Where so often thy dear feet have hastened with gladness, To join in the lessons thou lovest to learn. But now thou dost see Him of whom thou hast heard ; Thou beholdst " the Lamb of God, day without night," While still I am waiting until I shall hear The summons that calls me to share in the sight. Sadly I miss you, my darling, my darling ! Though my smile may be cheery and my eye may be bright, Still to Jesus I go, when I'm lonely and weary. For I trust in His ove and I knoW He is right. Oft hast thou knelt with thy father and brother. Beside me in prayer, while I gave thee to God ; But scarcely I knew how my footsteps would weary, When with them alone I walked the same road. But farewell, our darling ! though sadly I miss you, Our time at the furthest will not be so long, Before father, mother, and brother shall join thee In glory, and singing the seraphims' song. ■ .«*'»t THE FLOODS OF LONDON WEST. July 10th and 11th, 1883. 'Twas Tuesday night, the tenth July, When a terrible storm o'erspread the sky, And on the city and village came down. Hour after hour it hovered around, And the lightning seemed to enter the ground ; And the thunder's peal the city shook, Till the vibration was felt in every nook. And out on the night to our startled ear, THE FLOODS OF LONDON WEST. 15 Came the ring of the fire- bell, quick and clear, And we ran to our doors and windows to see, Where, in the city, the fire might be. The heavens were aglow with the fearful blaze. And down through our streets the storm still raged. We dared not go out, but could scarce keep in ; And above the storm's roar was the fire-bell's ring, And o'er the city the storm came and went, Till far in the night its fury seemed spent. And we heard that the fire, though very large, Was confined in the east, to the Victor's oil yards ; And we sought our beds, nor thought ere morn. How many from home and friends would be torn. Our ignorance was bliss, but early morn made us wise, We awoke with a start to list to the noise, Of the sound of many voices, and the rush of hasty feet, And the ringing of the fire-bell on our hearing seemed to grate, And we listen at our windows if in the murmurs we may catch, The import of the threatened danger — two houses gone, is the news we get ; And we hasten getting ready, to join the multitude Passing by our door and window, when we hear, " not fire, 'tis flood," And the time which never laggeth whatever may betide. Still hastens on, and the fire-bell ringing — the hour is nearly five. And when we reach the jail on Dundas Street, ere we farther go, Looking o'er the waste of waters are many faces blanched with woe, And we ask, with faltering voices, "Are any lives lost, do you know 1 " " 'Tis feared that many may be, the houses are surrounded so." Then the men worked with a will, to open up the boat-house roof. 16 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. Anxiety kept others still, for only one boat-house was left, And a shout arose, as the telling blows left bare the boats to view, For it meant life from death to those bereft of all but life just now. And bravely the brave men rowed against the current's fearful tide, Straining every muscle till they gained the far hill-side, , And placed upon their safety heights, their precious living freight. Of hundreds, who, without their help, must soon have sunk in death. All honor be to noble men, to whom all honor's due. For every trade hath lent its aid this misery to subdue. And down the stream like mighty giants, came many a noble tree, And houses pitching, tossing, rushing — " Where can the inmates be ? " And the furniture and bedding went whirling, drshing by, Until they came against the bridge where other w jckage lay. Kensii^gton bridge has long since gone majestic down the river. Blackfriars and Victoria stood the strain, although with many a shiver ; And slowly passed that weary day, the 11th of July, Fraught with many an aching heart, and many a weary eye — Weary with watching and weeping. For loved ones that could not be found. For some were quietly sleeping beneath the mud's sick'ning mound. And far up on every bank was thrown, furniture, broken and torn, And the carcass of many a noble beast to the grassy slopes was borne. And the city was stricken again that day. All trades were hushed, and the people's way Led them once more to the river, THE FLOODS OF LONDON WEST. 17 As two years before, with hurried steps and an inward prayer, That God would have mercy, and His wrath forbear. And we hailed with gladness at eventide, (the news) Though the waters are strong they begin to subside. Then on the morrow the devastation — No pen can portray of the flood's visitation — Houses removed far from their places, Some broke up and gone, some thrown on their faces. Houses, fences and barns all thrown up together. Crushed and collapsed and so left by the river, And the place where they stood lost forever and ever. Oh ! our feet grew weary as we walk through each street, And our hearts were sad with the sights we meet ; With fences for sidewalks, where no sidewalks were left. Or we walked through the gardens not finding the street, Where so lately all was looking so trim and so neat. Now the potatoes uprooted, exposed to our view. And the currants half-ripened torn up with them too, And the fruit and the shade trees lie scattered around ; While the rose trees, like beacons, still grow in the ground. We hear of one family, some of whom are lost. Buried beneath a house which collapsed, And those who are missing are forty in all ; Still we are thankful, indeed, the number's so small. And this time of trouble hath again brought to light. The unselfish and noble, of every-day life ; There was a voice of prayer that caught the ear And nerved the heart to do and dare. And the noble girl with wisdom fraught. Who saved her sacred charge from hurt. And cheered her father with her voice, " We are all safe ! " whom he thought lost. And the large-hearted mother who saved her four babes. And herself and Bible from watery graves. God grant that His truths may be treasured anew. And daily read by that mother and children too. May it be to her and her children beside — mm 18 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. What it hath been to many — a treasured guide Through an uncertain life, through the shadow of death, Then 'twill open the gates of heaven full breadth. And the noble husband when told by his wife " To lay hold on the box that was floating around," — But in moments like these how quick the heart sees What are treasures beyond all compare. And the true metal's ring in his answer is seen, " I would rather save you out of here," — And away o'er the waters went the saving of years, Gathered, with hopes of rest, for gray hairs ; But how cheerful will that wife work on at his side. Nor feel her lot hard, whate'er may betide. And the dear boy asking, " Father, what can I do ? " Being told, "Keep little Johnny close by you," Was faithful till death, for the receding tide Revealed them in death, hands clasped, side by side. Ah ! the gentle w> ird and the kindly deed. Rendered to each in the hour of need. Shall save many a soul from deadly sin, And bring the light of God's love in. Ye wives and mothers ne'er yet behind In all that's good, and true, and kind. The prayer of faith with deeds combined. Shall guide the hand that is divine. But to tell all the kind deeds of neighbor and friend, Of parents and children, there would be no end ; But may these afflictions and mercies blessed be, To our sanctification, dear friend, you and me. THE REQUEST. Write a piece in your autograph album, you say ; Just a word of advice then, take it, I pray, " Be courteous to all ! " It can preach a long sermon, Though the text is so small. ; Why was he not ready, with the ring in his hand, THE WEDDING RING. 43 All quiet and steady, instead of thrusting his fingers First in one vest pocket, then in the other, Then looked at his bride, then at father and mother, Then murmured, " Oli, dear, what a bother ! " While a smile, and a laugh, with a tittering sound, Could be seen and heard in the church all around. And handkerchiefs were ueeded, and eyes sought the ground, While back to his pockets his fingers went ; But alas ! alas ! no ring could be found, Though he searched vest, coat, and pants pockets all round. All pitied the bride, who looked near fainting. And the minister, now grown tired of waiting. Turned to the next two couple, who ready stand With ring tight clasped in each bridegroom's hand. In the meantime the groomsman came To speak to the bridegroom about the ring. And thrust his fingers in his vest pocket to find The truant ring, still left behind. Then whispered all in good time, and the minister heard, And turned to wed them without a word. It was just upon twelve o'clock at noon. And no wedding was legal if twelve was gone. So now, young men, take warning, I piay. And be prepared for that terrible day. If I thought you would not, and you wanted me. You never should have me, I'd let you see. t hi hI 44 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. ANGELS VERSUS BABIES. Angels' visits, rich and rare, Oft we 'lave in babies here ; Surely, Blanche, thou art to me All an angel form can be. Thy Dear'y teeth, 'mid lips of ruby dye, And !nrc;ft, inquiring, hazel eye. And ',..y + \ i'mbs so fair. Dancing h;tnt ». and thither, everywhere. Sweet ai ? or'f»ht, s : "• transient, too. Oft I fear thou'lt fac' i". ii view, With thy little form and face, So full of beauty and of grace. May thy future, Blanchie, be What the present is to thee — Bright, because of innocence, And thy end be perfect peace. THE AUCTION SALE. •* Going, going ! " the auctioneer said ; I looked ; 'twas a relic of the dead, A pretty basket ; within 'twas lined With pink, and with lace all prettily trimmed. " She was so natty," an old woman said ; " Ah ! poor thing ! " with a shake of the head. And I thought of the manly heart left sad. Which she, in her lifetime, had made so glad, And the little ones who in the loss must bear The heaviest burdens everywhere. ! I SUSIE AND TOMMY AT PLAY. 45 " Going, going ! " again he said, A bracket worked with silken thread And blue and gold beads ; 'twas of dainty make ; A friend bought it, to keep for the dead one's sake. Then came tlie chairs and tables, so good and strong — Who thought, wlien buying, of death and dying ? To the young and iiappy life seemeth so long ! And the books in their case, and the pictures, I thought, For their life lesson surely were bought, And I thought of the wife and mother As the apple of gold in the picture of silver, For surely such women, as this has been. Are those whose worth is " above earthly sheen." " Going, going ! " was still the cry, " A carpet for wear, and to please the eye, And kitchen utensils, useful and good. For lessening labor, and preserving your food." " Going, going ! " till all was gone, From morn till night, 'twas " going and gone," And nothing was left but the broken heart And the empty house, and the empty hearth. And a green-covered mound, somewhere away. Waiting for God's Resurrection Day. I 1 i SUSIE AND TOMMY AT PLAY. {Enter Susie and Tommy — shofvmc/ siyns of being tired.) Tommy — Say, Susie ! I'll tell you, come here and see. Let's play father and mother, just you and me ; I'll be father that's had lots of beer. And I must 'tend to beat you, and holla, and swear. Just like father does when ho comes home. But who'll be Susie, and your little Tom ! And you must 'tend to cry, and say, " Oh, father, don't Beat me, you'll kill me." What ! say you won't ? 46 t'ALLEN ROSE liEAVE.S. What -are you crying for, I was only in fun, Needn't cry now, the game ain't hogun. There, there, wipe your eyes ; don't lot Ma see You have been crying, and all through me. Susie (sohbiiKj and crying) — Oh, Tommy, I want you to promise me You'll never be a drunkard, like father, we see. Don't ever drink the first drop, now promise me so. {Continues crying and sobbing.) Tommy {wringing his hands) — Oh, Susie, dear Susie, be quiet, I pray. What can I do, or what can I say ? I will promise you anything, all the world over, I will not drink the first drop, then sure I'll keep sober, ( Wipes her eyes. ) There, now, wipe your eyes, and we'll play hide and seek. {Puts his arm aroiind her yieck.) I love you too well to want you to weep, And I never, no never, again will play drink." Oh, parents with children, let it never be. That the scene just portrayed your children shall see. Will you, to-night, join our ranks, that Susie and Tom May now say with me, *' I have a temperance home." {Holds out the temperance pledge.) ON THE DEATH OF PRESIDENT JAMES A. GARFIELD. Sept. IQra, 1881. Garfield, the stricken one, Righteous and true. The much tribulation belongoth to you ; To you it is given to enter in through The gates of the city That's hid from our view. LOOK ON THIS PICTURE, THEN ON THAT. 47 And now thou hast entered thou art satisfied — Thou livest for ever, with Him who has died, Not for His own sins was He crucified. Surely thou treadost not thy path alone — Another hast walked there before thou wast born, To show tliee the way and lead thee safe home. In youth thou wast humble, so also was He. Who in the carpenter's son a Saviour could seel Who thought the bare-footed boy would president be 1 And from youth to manhood, thou struggled to lielp And teach others good, not pleasing thyself; And now thou art gone, not lost, V)ut safe home. When those that were faithful, To country and people, Chose thee as pi-esident, Others were evil, So thou to day, In the martyr's grave lay. LOOK ON THIS PICTURE, THEN ON THAT. Picture No. 1. A pretty cottage, and the day's work o'er, A fruitful garden seen from the open door, With perfumed blossom and singing bird. Where only love's persuasive voice is heard. A mother sewing, and with attentive ear Listening to father's voice, low and clear, As he reads from his daily, now his work is done ; While youthful voices from within mingle with the organ's tone, Singing from their heart, " There is no place like home." i 48 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. Picture No. 2. A gate on one hinge, and a garden bare — For only weeds can flourish there — Untilled and unsown, save by broken crocks, (The result to the neighbors being weedy crops). Angry words, or a curse, are the sounds you hear In the cool of the evening float on the air ; Or, if a man with a staggering gait you see, 'Tis a sign to his children that they must flee. And shall we who are safe from such woe, Shut our eyes to results and let things go 1 Must husband, and wife, and children be Left to die daily in such misery ? Can nothing be done 1 Will no one try to save Our neighbors around from a drunkard's grave, Or may be from a murderer's — for how many so end From such a beginning with the liquor fiend ? If there is hope in the Scott Act, Let us join heart and hand, Until saloons and taverns are unknown in our land, And ours shall be the " Well done," To the faithful given. When we shall pass from our labors To our rest in heaven. THE ORPHAN BOY'S DREAM. AN INCIDENT RELATED BT A MINISTER (OF HIMSELF) ON THE PLATFORM. One night I cried myself to sleep. Thinking of my mother. When sudde\ily the room was filled With angels like each other ; Save in the midst of them was one, My own deav, uitrllng mother. THE ORPHAN BOY'S DREAM. 49 My little heart leaped up with joy, And, pushing past all others, I cried, " I am your little boy, My own dear, darling mother. Oh, take rae in your loving arms, Nor leave me more, dear mother." And then I saw them spread their wings, But I only wanted mother ; They were bright, silvery, shining things, And all dressed like each other ; And as they went up to the skies They sang, and I awoke with surprise. And I thought, " Yes, I will meet My own dear, darling mother. I will ask her God to be my friend, He knows I have no other ; He will help me to love Him, too. Then I will meet my mother." And I shall sing that glad new song. Just as I heard my mother ; Will you not strive a heaven to win Through Christ, our Elder Brother 1 God help us all to seek His face ; Then we shall meet my mother. 50 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. A PICTURE OF FRASER'S HEIGHTS, PORT STANLEY. On Fraser's Heights are sweet delights To eye and ear, when skies are clear. And health's bright glow in the breezes blow, As visitors' looks and spirits show. For old and young there is laughing fun In the sights to be seen and the race to be run ; And the joyous shouts tell, when the game is won, In the tug-of-war, when the pulling's done. Then off they go to the croquet 'awn, Or down to the beach, o'er the lake to be borne By the gallant little steamer ; while o'er lake and land Floats the rich strains of the Seventh Fusileer Band ; Or off to the swing, with a shout and a bound, While the younger ones haste to the merry-go-round. Others, drawn by the strains of the lively string band. Turn their back on the pleasures of lake and land. And to the dancing shed they go To trip the light, fantastic toe. Or, if for a ramble you're inclined. Here nature is lavish to suit your mind. You can have your choice of hill and dale. Of wooded height or grassy vale ; Or should you be ambitious for sights higher up. You can be drawn at your ease to the observatory top. And if the day is clear, your eye can discover Uncle Sam's domain, over the border ; And as extremes meet, we will just mention here, Your easy way to the beach is down by the car Which runs up and down the cliff's terrible height (The ride is a novelty and will give you no fright) ; And, if you prefer it, your way then can be Along to the breakwater, which you will see, And into your cars all ready for home. A LITTLE GIRLS SOLILOQUY. *^ My picture is ended, my writing near done, Yet there is one item comes into my head, I should f<'el (juite condemned if I left it unsaid — God has given us much beauty, above and around ; Let us try not to mar it by action or sound, But throw into our lives the brightness we see. Above and around us where'er we may be. 51 A LITTLE GIRL'S SOLILOQUY. Well, well ! I never did see such a fuss; And all because Mr. Jones, the millionaire, Is coming here to tea. Such cakes ! — all ice ; and strawberries and cream, And foreign fruits — more than I have ever seen. But oh, dear ! such a fuss, the house turned upside down. I went upstairs to find my Mary Jane, but oh ! They sent me down and bid me go A nd play out on the lawn, And get some color in my cheeks Before Mr. Jones shall come. He, Mr. Jones I mean, is brother to Uncle Benny, And very rich — that means got lots of money — Mamma says I must be very good, and not worry ; I had only asked why Aunt Minnie's dress was so long. But then she's sweet on Mr. Jones, I know ; I heard her as good as say so ; and mamma Said one day, " Out of the fulness of the mouth The heart speaketh ; " no no, that was not it, But I know Aunt Minnie's mouth is always Full of Mr. Jones every day ; but here he comes — Good-bye. (Kisses her hand and runs away.) 52 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. V DEDICATED IN LOVE TO MY DEAR FRIEND, MARY ANN D. Dear friend, how I love to meet thee ! My heart is glad whenever I- greet thee ; For to me thou hast been Oft a true friend, I ween ; For with thy counsel thou often dost lead nie. Yet sometimes I vexed and grieved thee, Till thou thought thou surely must leave me ; Still thou hast been , Just what thou dost seem, A true friend and counsellor to me. How sweet to be glad in each other. To act the part of a sister or brother, As we journey along Midst the world's busy throng, As we'd be done by, to do to each other. I thank thee, dear friend, for thy friendship, For a true friend is a friend in our need ; i When to Canada we came, There was none to bear the name Of friend to us, throughout prairie or township. And now may Jesus be to thee and thine. What thou hast been to me and mine, A friend to lead and cheer When the way is dark and drear, As it is to all who dwelleth here sometime. And when time shall cease to be, Lord, gather all to Thee, For whom we weep and pray, As we journey on our way, Though checkered that may be, it leadeth us to Thee. *.» I #* HOLLO ON DUTY. ROLLO ON DUTY. 53 'Tis a beautiful night, so nursey thought, And the look-out suggested a walk, And her little ones safely tucked in bed, " Will be all right now, no doubt," she said ; And she bade the under-nurse attend, '* If they cry ; I shall not be long," she said. " Good bye." And out in the hall the noble dog laid. And his long silken ears drank the words nursey said ; And away in his wise old head he thought, I will keep watch while nurse is out. And after a time arose a cry. Grievous and long, but not loud or high ; And finding no nurse attended the call, lie arose to his feet and walked through the hall Into the nursery up to where the nurse sat. And, looking into her face, whined, with his nose in her lap, And turning round again, he made for the door. Looking to see if the nurse came, while he went before ; And finding she did not, he went back again. Laid his nose in her lap and whined the same, Looking so sad, and went again to the door ; And the nurse, thinkii-^^ it strange, went out to see If aught was the matter, or what it could be ; 'And finding she came he wagged his tail with delight, Leading the way to the room where the child cried with fright. And now duty done, he lay down at the door, And the child soothed to sleep, all was quiet once mo, . And as we thought of his care and talked it o'er, We agreed he was worthy the name he bore — The name of a prince and warrior bold. Who ruled the Greeks in times of old. 'Tis princely to care and do and dare. The right thing in life though none may hear. Let us not be beaten by a dog in our duty, But by cheerful alacrity add to its beauty. 54 FALLE5r ROSE LEAVES. AN HERO. The down train to Belleville had passed with a shriek on : The Accommodation was ringinye might fall. Prohibition ! let the sound Encircle us around. And save lis all ; Let pole to pole again Reverberate the strain, We wrestle till we gain For law Prohibition. Can we afford to lose Our sense of brotherhood, His keeper we 1 Then around our ensign white Ye gather who love right ; Vote not for party, but For Prohibition. ] ) TEMl>EHANf!K PLEDOE SONG. 01 Now lot tlio people's voice Be lioaifl, that tliis, our flioice, Must law become. Lord, we look up to Thee, Help us to save Canada, From alcohol's curs(^ set free ; God help us on. TEMPERANCE PLEDGE SONG. Tune—" Cheer, Boys, Cheer." Come, children, come, And Join our Temperance Army ; We are pled<^ed to conquer Alcohol our t'oe ; Christ, our Lord, is with us, For our cause is righteous, We sliall be victorious over Canada's foe. We liave often heard Of mothers and their children Turned adrift in darkness, Into cold and snow ; Shall we grow to love The serpent that will bite us, And shall cause our loved ones Such sorrow and such woe 1 Chohus (Repeat first verse) — Come, children, come. So no more of lager, Whiskey, beer and cider. Wine, rum, gin and brandy, As a beverage we forego. We would rather join The Rechabites for ever, Than forfeit every blessing, And yield to Canada's foe. ■^r IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 1.25 ♦^IIIIM IIIII2.5 m m 111 2,2 IL. 2.0 1.8 U 11.6 V] %• A ■c*! /^ V'V^ 7 Hiotographic Sciences Corporation iV £s ^^ O .«* -••» 'C^' ^. ^ ^ •*>, ny .^ ^* % ^^^ "%^ 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, NY. 14580 (716) 872-4503 ■^r '<^ I <- ^ %* /i \ o^ 92 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. Satan oft will tempt Us to break our pledge, Call alcohol God's gift, But then we know he lies. God says, " Wine is a mocker, And strong drink is raging, And whosoever is deceived by it is not wise." Chorus — (Repeat first verse.) SOW THE SEEDS OF TEMPERANCE. Tune — "Scatter seeds of kindness." Is there here a father, mother, In the light of what has been. That would dare to say of alcohol, It is God's good gift to men. But would they not much rather Sign the pledge and keep the vow 1 God helping us, oui darlings The taste shall never know. Chorus — Then sow the seeds of temperance, Then sow the seeds of temperance, Then sow the seeds of temperance, For the reaping by-and-by. For the sake of lives made hopeless, By its scorching, withering blight. For the sake of deaths made endless, Sweep the demon from our sight ; It means loss of life on railways. And loss upon the sea ; It means murder in the bar room, And loss of soul eternally. Cho. — Then sow the seeds of temperance, etc. FREE EVERMORE. 08 If we knew the baby fingers, That clasp around us now, Would be pinioned by the hangman, With a black cap on its brow, — Oh ! how our love-clasp tightens As we think upon the scene ; But we know that these things have been Caused by the liquor fiend. Clio. — Then sow the seeds of temperance, etc. FREE EVERMORE. TcNE— " To the work, to the work." To the front, to the front, for the temperance cause. We will work with our might till we get righteous laws. For our nation's hope in our future must be, Till the helpless and hopeless from alcohol is free. Chouus — Marching on, marching on, marching on, march- ing on. Till the tide along our shore. Shall echo back " Free evermore." To the front, to the front, in the future to come. Our nation shall hear when we reach twenty-one. For out from our ranks future rulers shall be. That shall drive from our land this curse of the free. Cho. — Marching on, etc. To the front, to the front, we shall reap as we sow. And a youth-time of thrift and temperance shall show That riches and honor our portion shall be, When we sweep alcohol from this land of the free. Clio. — Marching on, etc. m 94 THE DYING CHILD. THE DYfNG CHILD. Dr. Schaftier, of New York, finding a little girl in a cellar, dying of consumption, told li< r he would have her reujoved to a better home, when she exclaimed, " Save Pa, instead," and fearing violence to the gentleman should her fatlier return and find him there, she added, "1 will soon be with Jesus, with Jesus. Indeed, I am happy, sir ; now go away." Down in a cellar a dying child lay, As Dr. Schaffier, God's servant, passed by, Bending down o'er her, said, " Poor little one ; You shall be moved to a far better home." Chorus — " Save Pa, instead ; save Pa, instead, I shall see Jesus, see Jesus," she said, " Papa is cross, he is drinking to-day ; Indeed, I am happy, sir ; now, go away." In that back street in New York where she lay, Angels are waiting to bear her away, " Now I shall soon be with Jesus," she said, •' Indeed, I am happy, save Papa, instead." Cho. — Save Pa, instead, etc. Lying on rags, in the corner away, Breathing out life in consumption, she lay. Clasping with hands so white and so thin A testament, reading in the light so dim. Cho. — Save Pa, instead, etc. Closing her eyes, the book fell from her hand. As halting footsteps began to descend, " I'm coming, Mary, Pa's coming," he said ; And his eye fell on the book by the dead. Cho.— Save Pa, instead, etc. THE STOKM AT SEA. 95 etter lence , she am " I can get drinks for this hero book," said he, "For it is Mary's best treasure, he, he ! " And clutching the book, Ujj the stairs he tied. Across to the dramshop with uttermost speed. Cho. — Save Pa, instead, etc. THE STORM AT SEA. The storm had driven the vessel on Out of her course, all reckoning gone, And not prepared for a lengthy voyage. They suffered from thirst amid the work and noise. For they worked at the pumps by night and day, That the good old ship might hold its way ; When, lo ! the mist rose, and a ship they see. And signal at once, " Give water to me." And the ship answered, " Dip down in the sea ; The water's as fresh as it is free." 'Twas the Amazon — fresh-water river — they were sailing on ; One hundred and eighty miles wide, and four thousand miles long. How like us, often on the ocean of life, Fainting and weak in the battle and strife. With faith for our rope, yet our prayer-bucket empty, While we perish for lack in an ocean of plenty. "I « " ^mm^mm AUG - 5 »65 96 FALLEN ROSE LEAVES. ' :• FOR GOD, AND HOME, AND NATIVE LAND. TuME — "Onward, Christian soldiers." We dare stand for God, and home, and native land, A united army in the temperance band ; Conscripts we, of conscience, for the mighty work. Can we dare in God's sight, from our duty shirk ? Chorus — For a day is coming, when our Lord shall say, "Did you, by your ballot, your weak brother slay?" Forward, until victory through our land resounds. And not a manufactory of alcholic drink is found ; Our ports, too, let us close to the accursed thing, And the stumbling-block remove that causes sin. Cho. — For a day is coming, etc. Many, many thousands join our temperance band, Many still are coming over all the land. Like a mighty army, every age and tongue. From palace, hall, cottage home, shanty and wigwam. Cho. — For a day is coming, etc. !■ THE VOICE OF JESUS. There is no voice like Jesus', ' That gentle, still, small voice. That comes to our hearts, in darkened paths, And bids us still rejoice. " Ye believe in God " it says to each, "Believe also in Me ;" Go on and do, nor fear but you "Shall My salvation see." ^1 a- 1 Q (^