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In  adversity prove themselves  merely
                                      The  friends  of  our  eurti  and  hay!


                                    But  I’m  losEn’  the drift  of  my  story—
                                       Home, through  the  clear  moonlight
                                    That whitened the  streets  with  its  glory,
                                      Wearied,  1  trudged  that  night,
                                    And  turned into  bed  right  gladly
                                      And  slept— how  long  1  can’;: toll-—
                                    When,  clanging  and  clamoring  nu’dly,
                                       Came  shouts,  and the  sound  of  a  bet)
                                    And  in  dashes  one o!  the  neighbors,
                                       His  face  lookin’  white as  flour— ■
                                   “ M aos  public-house is  a-lire [  "  shouts  he.
                                     <s It'll  burn  to  the ground  ill  an  hour.”


                                    \  was  on  the  spot  in  a  minute,
                                       The  whole front wall  bad  fell,
                                    When  above  the  crash  and  above the  roar
                                       Rose  one  heart-sickening yell,
                                    And  dashing  us  ri&lit and  left,  sirs.
                                       There  eame  the  publican,  Mae-—
                                   “ M y  child!   Great  god !  my  child  is  there ! ”
                                       He  shrieked as  we  held  him  back.


                                    Poor  Mac,  111  a  frenzy  raved  to pass,
                                       ’Tvvas  sheer  madness  to  venture  in,
                                     For  he  couldn’t ha'  readied  the poo*'  little Lnss?,
                                       For  out  of  tlie  noise  and  din
                                     Rose a  mass  of  smoke— came  an  awful  crash -
                                       A.nd  part  of  the  roof  fell  in !
                                     It carried  away  the bedroom  wall
                                       And  left  the  stairca.se bare—
                                     The  smoke  rose up  like  a  funeral  pall,
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