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"Do you sign it, too, father,"
sh~
said, "and there will be
one hundred fifty-one."
The old drunkard's heart was melted. His bosom heaved,
his bloated, haggard cheek was wet with tears of contrition. He
pressed his Mary .to his heart and said, "I will sign it," and at
once he affixed his name to the Constitution and Pledge.
From "A Choice Collection of Temperance Anecdotes,"
i848.
THE DRUNKARD'S CHILD
0
H,
do not drink again, papa,
Oh, do not drink again!
You know 'twill grieve my poor mama,
Oh, do not drink again!
Oh, come with me, my dear papa,
Oh, leave your drink and come,
For I have told my poor mama,
That I would bring you home.
The people here are swearing so,
I do not like to stay,
And poor mama is sick, you know,
Oh, come with me, I pray!
I'm choking with the smoke, papa–
Oh see, those crµel men-
Are fighting-let us go, papa–
l
would not drink again.
The house is· cold at home, papa,
And we have had no bread,
And little Charlie too, papa,
-You know is almost dead !
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