est,
Confusion, slang, and noise,
The cheating game, the madd'ning draught--
These are the drunkard's joys.

A wasted youth, a manhood lost,
Old age without a friend,
A workhouse, or, perhaps, a jail--
Such is the drunkard's end.

An angry Judge, a conscience raked
Through endless years to come,
A knawing worm that dieth not--
Such is the drunkard's doom.

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CLEANLINESS, ITS ADVANTAGES AND DISADVANTAGES.

A civil, quick, and steady lad
Was wanting once a place,
But nobody would hire him,
He'd such a dirty face.

In vain at waiting on the cook
He showed his happy knack,
For she declared against a boy
Whose hands were always black.

He tried to plead how quickly he
Could heat and clean her oven,
But she turned from him in disgust,
And called him "dirty sloven."

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Poor boy, I really felt for him,
And longed to take him in,
When, lo? another lad appeared,
As neat as a new pin.

And who could doubt between the two,
He quickly lost all hope;
Yet was the only difference
Caused by a little soap.

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THE SABBATH.

Welcome is the sabbath,
With its holy rest,
And its hours of worship
By Jehovah blest.

But 'tis quickly passing
Soon it will be gone,
Let us all improve it,
While its sun rolls on.

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THE SAD CHANGE.

When Rufus was a little boy he behaved well, obeyed his parents, and was
kind to his sister. He used to go to school and to Sunday School with her,
and they studied their lessons together; but as he grew older he began to
get acquainted with bad boys, and preferred playing with them in the
street to playing with Maria at home. He is now a big boy, has learned to
fight, and thinks it manly to smoke a cigar and to swear. His father and
mother have taken a great deal of pains to induce him to break off his
evil habits, but if he follows his present course, he will become a bad
and miserable man, and be likely to come to an untimely end by accident or
the punishment of crime.

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YOUNG RICHARD.

As Richard and his good Papa
Were walking in the fields afar
They passed a garden fence;
A fence more rude than I should choose
To guard my ripening vergaloos,
From boyhood's tempting sense.

Such fruit there hung in golden pride,
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