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Show "ALONE WITH THE DEAD." BY MARGARET J. BRENXAX. Down stair in the darkened parlor laid the form of a mother at rest. Her eyes were closed in the sleep of peart and her hands folded on her breast. As I sat there in silence with my heart so sad and sore I thought of the grave where she would be laid from my sight forevermcre. Never asain to caress her, never again to behoIJ The face of my one best friend on earth. which now lay still and cold. I thought of her deeos of kindness, I thought of her acts of love. I thought of the prayers she taught me, to be resigned to God above. I thought of her smile to greet me as she would meet me at the duor With word of love and blessing, which I'll hear, ah. never more! For her lips are closed in silence, and her voice is hushed and still. And through it all I bow my head, for it's God's holy will. ' Last night as she lay dying, upon her boil " of pain. She called me to her side and said. "My .child, we'll meet again." I stooned and kissed her fevered brow, as the tears down my cheeks did flow. And promised her with broken heart t be good where'er I go. I ! Although she has gone and left me In thi.i wide world to roam.-She roam.-She promised that she would watch o'er me from her eternal home; Her rosary beads she gave to me, and said with her last breath: "Be faithful and true to your mother above, and you'll meet a happy 'death." Natick. Mass. |