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Letter, 2 June 1859, pages 10-15 (Transcriptions Needed)
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| − | But here is a beautiful piece of poetry, so like reality, that the scene is easily pictured as we read - It's the death of <q>Little Jim</q>. <br>(The place). | + | IV |
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| + | But here is a beautiful piece of poetry, so like reality, that the scene is easily pictured as we read - It's the death of <q>Little Jim</q>. <br> (The place). The Cottage was a thatch'd one, the outside old and mean,<br>(It's condition) Yet everything within that Cot was wondrous neat and clean<br>(The weather)The night was dark and stormy, the wind was howling wild<br>(The ocasion) [sic] A patient mother watch'd beside the deathbed of her child,<br>(The object) A little worn out creature, his once bright eyes grown dim,<br>It was a Cottier's wife and child, they called him little Jim.<br>The mother's emotion) And oh to see the briny tear fall down that mother's cheek,<br>As she offer'd up a prayer - in thought - she was afraid to speak,<br>Lest she might 'waken one she lov'd much better than her life<br>The true mother} For she had all a Mother's heart, had that poor Cottier's wife.<br>With hands uplifted, see, she kneels beside the sufferer's bed,<br>And prays that God would spare her boy, and take herself instead,<br>She got her answer from the boy - soft fell the words from him. | ||
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But here is a beautiful piece of poetry, so like reality, that the scene is easily pictured as we read - It's the death of Little Jim
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(The place). The Cottage was a thatch'd one, the outside old and mean,
(It's condition) Yet everything within that Cot was wondrous neat and clean
(The weather)The night was dark and stormy, the wind was howling wild
(The ocasion) [sic] A patient mother watch'd beside the deathbed of her child,
(The object) A little worn out creature, his once bright eyes grown dim,
It was a Cottier's wife and child, they called him little Jim.
The mother's emotion) And oh to see the briny tear fall down that mother's cheek,
As she offer'd up a prayer - in thought - she was afraid to speak,
Lest she might 'waken one she lov'd much better than her life
The true mother} For she had all a Mother's heart, had that poor Cottier's wife.
With hands uplifted, see, she kneels beside the sufferer's bed,
And prays that God would spare her boy, and take herself instead,
She got her answer from the boy - soft fell the words from him.