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Show With the Children Gone Away. (Published by Bequest.) The old home is so quiet and it's peaceful-Uke today. There is none that we can blame now, with the children gone away. All day I seem to fancy. round the house I hoard them play, f confess it's getting lonesome, with the children gone away. Poor old Fido sits and watches by a window every day. For no one has ever told him that the children's gone away. I I regret that we grew aneered I at you and your play things. Boa, i For the old home now without you j is a lonesome spot all day. I remember, yes. remember, now that I was once a child: I may myself have made a noise I and set somebody wild. Let us suffer with the little ones, forbid them not their game; If you would bid the children go, you'll soon want them back again. I can tell no mors the story that I used to tell some time; 2 Just to see their eager faces looking wistfully in mine. And some of us old grown-ups who are burdened all the day. May recall a hapoy childhood when Ave see the children play. So don't 'spoil their little pleasure, now, remember, what I say; They will learn enough of sorrow when ' their childhood's passed away. Mrs. J. Robie Bradstrcct, in Catholic Record. |