The Simple Story.

‘ Dame, we should know before we go to rest,

‘ Whence comes this Girl, and how she came distrest.

‘ Wake her, and ask; for she is sorely bruis'd:

‘ I long to know by whom she's thus misus'd.

The Stranger bursting into tears, look'd pale,

And this the purport of her artless tale.

‘ I have no Parents; and no friends beside:

‘ I well remember when my Mother died:

‘ My Brother cried; and so did I that day:

‘ We had no Father;— he was gone away;

‘ That night we left our home new cloaths to wear:

‘ The Work-house found them; we were carried there.

‘ We lov'd each other dearly; when we met

‘ We always shar'd what trifles we could get.