When I am taken away, I must be buried to the east side, Of my Poor little dears' graves.

Poor little Beauty Linna, she remembered Poor Sissy, For eight months after Poor Sissy's decease, I know it by many things.

They would always have the best of good cake, And best of good wheat, brought from the west.

When they was both alive, and I had fire in the north room, And it came up too cold for them, They would go in the east room, and call me to come to them, They would stand side and side, and look at the fire place, and look at me, Deaning me to make fire there for them, Then I would make fire there, and they and I sat down together, Now they are gone and I am left broken hearted.

When Poor little Ada Queetie Departed this life, That was the first cause Of my seeking for G.o.d.

The path of sorrow, And that path alone, Leads to the land Where sorrows are unknown.

The sick, the troubled, G.o.d hears when they complain, And all the sons of grief, With tender heart, delights to bless, And love to give relief.

It is not every one that says, Lord, Lord, That can enter the Kingdom of heaven, It is them that doeth G.o.d's commandments, In deeds, words, and thoughts, To human and dumb creatures too, And love G.o.d and hate the evil one.

MILK.

You needn't talk against milk, if you make your victuals of water, what you put with water won't go half so far, and awful eating and distress ailing folks, and no nourishment to it. Make your victuals of milk, and what you put with milk will go twice as far, and good eating and nourishment to it. Milk is cooling to health, and strengthening, other victuals distress my stomach, because I am out of health; milk agrees with me, other victuals distress me. I cannot eat bread, &c., I must have milk to live on or go without eating till I die.

NO COMFORT.

You don't know how hard it is to me, Because I cannot ride somewhere, I cannot ride nor walk out, impossible yet, I used to ride once in a while, On a canter, galop, and run, O what comfort that was.

I have had horses to run with me, So that the ground looked All in black and white streaks.

There never was a horse That ever started me from their back, Now I am deprived from all comforts of life.

Poor, sick I, days are very dark, To undergo sickness, And no comforts of life, I hope to have comfort in heaven.

O how much better to go to house of mourning, Than to go to house of plays and frolicking, Sorrow is better than laughter, By sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.

O how I love the Holy law, 'Tis daily my delight, And thence my meditations draw, Divine advice by night.

Touched with sympathy within, Christ knows our feeble frame, He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same.

Restraining prayer we cease to fight, Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright, And Satan trembles when he sees, The weakest saint upon his knees.

Afflictions, though they seem severe, In mercy oft are sent, They stopped the prodigal's career, And forced him to repent.

Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw, Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above.

The Lord will sustain our weakest powers, With his almighty arm, And watch our most unguarded hours, Against surprising harm.

Poor, weak, and worthless though I am, I have a rich, almighty friend, Jesus, the Saviour, is his name, He freely loves and without end.

Human, G.o.d is love and truth, G.o.d requires human to consider dumb creatures, What a site of wit they have got, And what a site of love they have got for one another, And love for human too, if they are kind to them, If human are cruel to dumb creatures in any way, Or let them suffer in any way, G.o.d will cast off such sinners, to everlasting punishment.

G.o.d requires human to take it to their own case, If they was dumb creatures, could not speak, nor help themselves, And human crueled them in any way, Or let them suffer in any way.

Consider what you would undergo to be crueled, If you could not help yourselves.

G.o.d requires human to leave off all their sins, And pray to the Lord with truth, to take away their heart of stone, And give them a good heart, the Holy spirit, Prepare them to both live, and die, Without true repentance, they will go to punishment, According to their sins, The thoughts are the ground work of all sin, And ground work of all goodness too, If any one is cruel to dumb creatures, they cannot get into Heaven, They have not love of G.o.d in their hearts, They will go to punishment hereafter.

PRAYERS.

Our Father in Heaven, O Lord, grant me I beseech Thee, send Thy Holy spirit to all the wicked inhabitants in this world, that they may see the evil of their ways, and have the Holy spirit, true Christians, love and tenderness for the poor harmless dumb creatures, and human too, love and serve the Lord all their days, and land in heaven hereafter. O that the professing inhabitants may not fall back, and go to sinning again, O that they may be true Christians, the Holy Spirit, love and tenderness for the poor harmless dumb creatures, and human too, love and serve the Lord all their days, and then land in Heaven, O grant me I beseech Thee, enable me to have the Holy spirit all my days, and not fall back, and love and serve the Lord all the days of my life, then land in Heaven. O Lord protect me from committing sin, O Lord, help me to watch, and pray, O Lord, enable me to put my whole trust in Thee, that I may be protected from all harm in this world, and in the world to come, O Lord, I beseech Thee, help me through this world of misery, and land me in Heaven, where no sickness, no trouble, no trials, distress me no more, Come quickly, Lord Jesus, come, and put a stop to all sin, Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is done in Heaven, For Thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory forever. Amen.

This world a place of misery, I am grieved to my heart, For sin in the world.

Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.

Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness sake: for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.

The Lord give human his word to do justice to the afflicted and needy, to all the poor sufferers, human, and dumb creatures too, to be kind, and tender to all.

G.o.d forbiddeth all profaning of any thing, thereby G.o.d maketh himself known.

G.o.d says, all the horns of the wicked will be cut off, but the horns of the righteous will be exalted.

Hear my prayer, O Lord, my G.o.d of Heaven, and let my cry come unto Thee, Grant me I beseech Thee, O Lord, send Thy Holy loving kindness into the whole wide world around, and protect all the poor harmless dumb creatures from all cruelty till the world ends, O that I may praise Thee for Thy Holy loving kindness, as long as I have breath to breathe. O Lord, I beseech Thee, send Thy Holy loving kindness and protect me from all cruelty, from the wicked, as long as I live. O there I may praise Thee as long as I live. O Lord, grant me, I beseech Thee, send thy Holy loving kindness and protect all the good folks from cruelty from the wicked, till the world ends. O that I may praise Thee as long as I live.

O Lord, land me in the best place in Heaven. O deliver me from sickness, trouble, trials. The Lord is nigh unto them that call upon Him in truth.

O G.o.d, my heart is fixed, I will praise Thee. The Lord will maintain the cause of the afflicted. The Lord is righteous, he will cut asunder the cords of the wicked. Amen.

POOR LITTLE HEART.

Poor Tweedle, Tedel, Bebbee, Pinky. She is gone. She died June 19th, 1871, at quarter past 7 o'clock in the evening, with my hands around her, aged 4 years. I never can see Poor little dear again.

Poor Pinky, that dear little heart, She is gone, sore broke in her, Died in distress, Poor little heart, O it was heart rending.

O sick I do feel ever since, I am left broken hearted, She was my own heart within me, She had more than common wit.

Poor Pinky's wit, and she loved me so well, Them was the reasons, I set so much by her, And I raised her in my lap too.

She is taken from the evil to come, If I had died and left her, She would mourn for me, And suffer, and die for me.

I wept all that night, and by spells ever since, To G.o.d I cried, He supported me, G.o.d has held me up, through all my trials, And all I have to lean upon, in every cause.

If I had died and left her, to mourn, and suffer, And could have known I should die and leave her, I should have felt a great deal worse to leave her, Than I do now, that she is gone before me.