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Show HtlMvIE WALTERS. The following pretty lines were written writ-ten by Miss Ruth Young on hearing that her young friend and companion, Frankie Wallers, was dying: In a chamber 'crfss tho way. On her bed our Frnnkie's lyinjj, With her hand so eoftly folded, 1 ThiiB she lay when she was dying. Many friends has little Frankie, Many friends that lor har pray, fire to-morrow morning's Waking, She will be but hfolc&s clay. She is going to her Savior, Going up tticra among the blost, Where no pain nor sorrow cometh, la the land of pc&cd and rest. May God help and ble her mother, Cheer her in her deep dispair; And when she u called to go, May tho meet her darling there. Salt Lake City, U. T., Feb. 22d, '75. |