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.