THE GIRL'S OWN PAPER

VOL. VIII.--NO. 354.

OCTOBER 9, 1886.

PRICE ONE PENNY.




CALLED AWAY.


[Illustration: "AND CLUNG TO HER NECK WITH A SMOTHERED CRY."]

In the heart of the heartless town, where hunger and death are rife;
Where gold and greed, and trouble and need, make up the sum of life--
A woman lives with her only child,
And toils 'mid the weary strife.

No end to the tiring toil to earn a wage so small;
No end to the ceaseless care--ah! the misery of it all!
While the strongest snatch the hard-earned crust,
The weakest the crumbs that fall.

Oh, look at the pallid face as it bends o'er the dreary work;
The stitch, and stitch, and stitch that she knows she dare not shirk!
Her strength is ebbing away so fast
That she scarcely feels it go.