Come, sister, come,
Kiss me good-night,
For I my evening prayer have said,
I’m tired now, and sleepy too,
Come put me in my little bed.
Oh, sister, what did mother say
When she was called to heaven away?
She told me always to be good,
And never, never go astray;
I can’t forget the day she died,
She placed her hand upon my head,
She whispered softly, “Keep my child,”
And then they told me she was dead.
Come, sister, come, &c.
Dear sister, come and hear my prayer,
Now, ere I lay me down to sleep
Within my Heavenly Father’s care,
While angels bright their vigils keep.
And let me ask of Him above
To keep my soul in paths of right,
Oh! Let me thank Him for His love,
Ere I shall say my last “good-night.”
Come, sister, come, &c.
“Millie Christine dances very gracefully, and appears to have no
difficulty in moving about, and in no way differs in appearance from
two animated and engaging young mulatto ladies, who, for sport, have
agreed to pass an hour tied together nearly back to back.”--_Liverpool
Daily Post._
“Each head is said to possess separate intellectual faculties, as
entirely different as the brain power of two individuals, and the
volitions of the will are independent, but very much in harmony with
each other.”--_Liverpool Daily Mercury._