I THE PLOW-BOY'S DREAM. AM a Plow-boy stout and strong, And three years since a-sleep in bed And, as that dream has done me good, That other boys may read and sing Methought I drove my master's team, But found the ground was bak'd so hard, The more I whipt, and lash'd, and swore, Dobbin laid down, and Ball, and Star, When When lo! above me a bright youth With purple wings and golden wand, • Give over, cruel wretch,' he cry'd, Think, if the ground was not too hard, Besides, I heard thee curse and swear, But tho' they know not, there is One, No more he said, but light as air The thunder roar'd from under ground, Blue flames broke forth, and in those flames • Soon shall I call thee mine,' it cry'd, With voice so dread and deep, That quiv'ring like an aspen I waken'd from my sleep. leaf And And tho' I found it but a dream, That dread of sin, that fear of God, For since that hour I've never dar'd And ever fear'd to curse and swear, Now ponder well, ye Plow-boys all, For should you think it falfe or true, If you but deeds of mercy shew, M. 47 THE GRAVESTONE; BEING AN ACCOUNT (Supposed to be written on a Gravestone), Of a Wife who buried both her Children on one Day, and who, from that time, became a very devout Christian. WITH A SUITABLE Address to Those who may be Attending à Funeral. ERE rests in peace a christian wife While While thus by Satan quite beguil'd, The God of Mercy smote her child; Bereft of one sweet infant dear, She shed the mother's mournful tear; A second next she tried to save, Then bore the second to the grave; Both on one day the parent led To silent mansions of the dead. There, while she wept her childrens' fate, She learnt to feel her mortal state; Stood pondering all her errors past, As if that day had been her last. And as she held the mournful bier, Dropt for herself a secret tear. Once she believ'd her sins were few, Her husband saw the mighty change, He |