Industriously she pass'd the week, Her children to the Sunday school This parish had a Minister, His favour frequently was shewn Their Sunday's dinner oft he gave; He gave them many pious books, Long time this worthy pastor liv'd At length his heav'nly Master call'd His His weeping servants round the bed, To catch their Master's dying words, No heart more pierc'd with grief than hers, Her sighs to Heav'n ascend; "When I lose you, my Master dear, "I lose my only friend: "If wants arise who is there now "That will those wants remove? The dying man just spoke these words, "Trust thou in God, who trusts in him "Will never want a friend." His words sunk deep in Mary's heart, Resolv'd these words she'd ne'er forget, Some years roll'd on, and things went well, Poor John fell sick, and could not work, But Mary too was grown so lame, She could not turn her wheel: Sad, sad, it is when old and sick Want's heavy hand to feel. "Tis Tis true the parish would relieve, With aching heart she reach'd from shelf And while the tears roll'd down her cheeks "My Master, now a saint in Heav'n, "In thee, O Lord, I put my trust, Just then she heard one at the door She thought some friendly neighbour call'd, A friendly Neighbour sure it was! Good Dame, said she, I'm lately come And such a character of you That That I an offer to you make To teach poor children and for this, Your own you have so well brought up, You'll teach them God to fear and love, To be both good and just. With thankful heart Dame Andrews heard, To God her daily thanks she gave, THE STORY OF SINFUL SALLY. TOLD BY HERSELF. SHEWING How from being SALLY of the GREEN she was first led to become SINFUL SALLY, and afterwards DRUNKEN SAL, and how at la she came to a most melancholy, and almost hopeless, End; being therein a Warning to all young Women both in Town and Country. CON NOME each maiden lend an ear, Come and drop a mournful tear O'er the tale that I shall tell. 1 that ask your tender pity, In yon distant cottage sitting, Where the little lambkins leap, Where the drooping willows weep, Then |