A Sad Case.
By Timothy Try.
“ Come here,” said I, “ my little boy, And say what makes you cry.” “ ’Cos ” —and he here burst out afresh—- “ I’ll be young when I die.” “ Nonsense I my little man,” 1 said, In kindly tone and mild, “ You are the very picture of A healthy little child,” My words were lost; the little lad Continued still to cry, In plaintive voice that touched my heart, “ I’ll be young when I die." “Come, here’s a shilling—buy some sweets.” He took the ‘ bob ’ with joy, “ But stop 1 Before you run away, What is your name, my boy 1” He turned, and o’er his tear-stained face Grief’s cloud no longer hung ; He winked; then, ere he vanished, yelled “ My name is Billy Young 1”
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Woodville Examiner, Volume 3, Issue 284, 17 September 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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