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MOTHER.
Go, my poor, wretched, guilty child,
Go, take the top you stole
And give it to the man you wronged,
And own to him the whole.
Then, on your knees before your God,
Confess how vile you've been;
Beg him to pardon and forgive
This great and dreadful sin.
And never while you live, again
To such a deed consent,
Lest God should take away your life
Before you could repent.
DOLLY'S NAME.
My Dolly's name,—
What shall it be?
I want a pretty one,
Let's see;—
There's Bessie, Jessie,
Bell, and Nell;
Well, I think
I'll call her Bell!
