aise Thee
for Thy Holy loving kindness, as long as I have breath to breathe. O
Lord, I beseech Thee, send Thy Holy loving kindness and protect me from
all cruelty, from the wicked, as long as I live. O there I may praise
Thee as long as I live. O Lord, grant me, I beseech Thee, send thy Holy
loving kindness and protect all the good folks from cruelty from the
wicked, till the world ends. O that I may praise Thee as long as I live.
O Lord, land me in the best place in Heaven. O deliver me from sickness,
trouble, trials. The Lord is nigh unto them that call upon Him in truth.
O God, my heart is fixed, I will praise Thee. The Lord will maintain the
cause of the afflicted. The Lord is righteous, he will cut asunder the
cords of the wicked. Amen.

POOR LITTLE HEART.

Poor Tweedle, Tedel, Bebbee, Pinky. She is gone. She died June 19th,
1871, at quarter past 7 o'clock in the evening, with my hands around
her, aged 4 years. I never can see Poor little dear again.

Poor Pinky, that dear little heart,
She is gone, sore broke in her,
Died in distress, Poor little heart,
O it was heart rending.

O sick I do feel ever since,
I am left broken hearted,
She was my own heart within me,
She had more than common wit.

Poor Pinky's wit, and she loved me so well,
Them was the reasons,
I set so much by her,
And I raised her in my lap too.

She is taken from the evil to come,
If I had died and left her,
She would mourn for me,
And suffer, and die for me.

I wept all that night, and by spells ever since,
To God I cried, He supported me,
God has held me up, through all my trials,
And all I have to lean upon, in every cause.

If I had died and left her, to mourn, and suffer,
And could have known I should die and leave her,
I should have felt a great deal worse to leave her,
Than I do now, that she is gone before me.

I must be as reconciled as I can,
To part with Poor little dear,
All I have to comfort me is,
She is taken from the evil to come.

I hope I never shall have a hen, to set so much by again,
From over sea, she was brought to me, one week old,
I raised her in my lap,
She loved me dreadful dearly.

She would jam close to me,
Every chance she could get,
And talk to me, and want to get in my lap,
And set down close.

And when she was out from me,
If I on