. 'l l . ‘: # ....... --- . - -- - - - . ~. - .:''', ' , ' a • ..... , - . '• • -..- .... TE 1 , . T . ... .. .4 . ' • i.?! , -i' zn7 o TOWANDA: IM==Cl ND illorninn, November 12. 185 a. cittattb ottri. A CHILD'S PRAYER. 'HI A•LICE CARET Sweeter than the songs of thrushes, When the winds are low ; Rrisider than the sprioptime blushes, Reddening out of snow— Were the voice and cheek so fair Of the little child at player. Like a white lamb of th m ea dow, ew Beaming throuah the li Like a priestess in the shadow , t)1 the temple bright— Seemed she, saying. H , b One, Thine and not my will be done. SATURDAY EVENING. llocr ,weet the evening shadows fall, Advancing. from the west ; A. end , the Weary week of toil, And comes the day of rest. Bricht o'er the earth the star of eve Her radiant beauty sheds; AO ID% riad t