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Industriously she pass'd the week,
No idleness she knew :
She paid the reverence due.
Were always early sent :
Most regularly went.
Who was a shepherd true :
And all the good he knew.
To Andrews and his wife ;
An honest pious life.
But, what they valued more,
From Scripture's sacred store:
gave them many pious books, And often would direct their steps
By all the parish bless'd;
Him to his holy rest.
His weeping servants round the bed,
All stood with list'ning ear,
And Mary, she was there.
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? « Or who will teach me how to seek
“ Assistance from above?" The dying man just spoke these words,
While all his words attend : 16 Trust thou in God, who trusts in him
w Will never want a friend." His words sunk deep in Mary's heart,
Much comfort they did give: Resolu'd these words she'd ne'er forget,
So long as she did live. Some years rolld on, and things went well,
At length mishaps arose; Poor John fell sick, and could not work,
Nor were these all their woes; 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 true the parish would relieve,
The workhouse would them take;'
Hur long-lov'd home forsake.
Her only loaf of bread:
With frequent sobs she said; “ My Master, now a saint in Heav'n,
“ Bade me, when near his end, “ To trust in God, and then he said,
“ I ne'er should want a friend. “ In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,
“ Thou canst my woes remove, " Or grant me grace to bear them still
“ With patience, for Thy love." Just then she heard one at the door
Who tried to move the pin;
And rose to let her in.
Such as the poor man found,
Lay dying on the ground.
Within this town to live;
That I an offer to you make
My School-mistress to be ;
You shall be paid by me.
I safely can you trust;
To be both good and just.
This welcome offer made;
And duly she was paid.
And all the children taught,
The Mercies he had wrought.
STORY OF SINFUL SALLY.
TOLD BY HERSELF.
How from being Sally of the GREEN she was
first led to become SINFUL SALLY, and af. terwards DRUNKEN SAL, and how at laa she came to a most melancholy, and almost hopeless, End; being therein a Warning to all young Women both in Town and Country,
OME each maiden lend an ear,
Country lass and London belle ! Come and drop a mournful tear
O'er the tale that I shall tell.
Ruin'd now and all forlorn,
And as cheerful as the morn.
Far away from London town,
In my simple kersey gown.
Where the meadows look so gay, Where the drooping willows weep, Simple Sally used to stray.