Show A WAIL FROM erom WALES editors deseret mews mows A short time since you published in your valuable leading article entitled A famine in south wales since cheh we have waited for some of the welsh to speak put on oa the subject and bee see what can be done toward gathering out our breth brethren ren and bisters sisters who are looking this way for or deliverance but mut supposing one is waiting for the other to speak we suggest some means to concentrate bur our united efforts to effect the deliverance of the faithful from those parts of wales mostly sunn suffering erli ng the following verses versee copied from a paper tel tei tells Is the story of the sunn suffering erlwig I 1 aberi AuTRI abes arns ARES JAN 3 1878 yes yes res sir all alone in here hero 1 I 1 there jacic jack and me ana and jane our mothers gone to look for bredal breaf bread all in this sleet and rain i and oh ob I 1 hope it wont be lon e before she comes arain arau I 1 nj no wo I 1 lam iam am not very frightened r jr sir i were used to be alone 11 s n but walont its iong long ions 0 baby im afeard for and worse hes grown since mother went hes hes bes nevert moved ar v nor never that mo moan an n I 1 la Is he be hungry well sir air yesterday we never ad no bread and even me this mornin bir i could scarce lift up my head but baby was so white and cold we thought be must bo be dead 1 I know what death mean means sOh oh bir siri yes I 1 I 1 li i for fan pan ded died christmas day F 11 0 and she eha was oh ob so big and stron strong before she pined away i she died by inches at last i I 1 hearl the neighbors say i i and baby looked like panned fanny did ld that made mother go though she could scarcely stand ip upright 1 the wind so cold did blow yes jacky mothers coming soon tia stis hia hla head bir sir p balna alus him so eo that bit ol 01 holly ah ab sir fan pan she could rrt ret seem to rest iiii till we hung it up afore her eyes ejea then er mothers hand band sho bho sho she prest and whispered mother when I 1 go do lay it on my breasts bre astl f J she died before the sun we were most too weak to cry 1 and then the pretty bella rang out outs I 1 asked my mother why I 1 lor merry christmas Chri atmas so a sha she said sald but I 1 know she longed to diel 1 saltan i my ll 11 and she bhe beckoned tome to me sir air I 1 1 and it if it vory very wron Y I 1 1 11 I 1 should like me to go to heri herl her 1 but listen sir air the moan has hay eigi stopped pd and the baby astl rl 1 1 1 bohl oh mother do comeback como come back and ili T 11 go out instead come darlin darling fir mother come coma to ul usi oh ohl sir do get us bread ah A h there she isi oh ohl mother quick I 1 think poor subscriptions will be thankfully received for the above object and will be carefully and faithfully applied as directed address morris evans P 0 0 box 1065 salt bait lake city february |