here Tray may dwell."

Then Nelly gently fell asleep,
And from that moment better grew;
And soon the nurse--her tender friend--
The hapless orphan's story knew.

Indignant at such cruelty,
The nurse the kindly surgeon seeks,
And of poor Nellie's hapless lot
With warm, indignant pity speaks.

"What's the child's name?" the doctor asked.
"Eleanor Bruce," the nurse replied;
"Her father was a patient here
For many months before he died."

"Bruce? Yes, I well remember him,
He told me of a little store
He had laid by for this poor child,
'Twas thirty pounds, I think, or more.

"The dog has saved poor Nelly's life,
And brought to light a cruel wrong;
What wondrous instincts, God's great gift,
To His dumb creatures do belong."

When Nelly's broken arm was healed,
The doctor took her to his home;
He could not let the helpless child
About the streets of London roam.

The housekeeper the child attends,
And Tray with wild joy greets her there;
Once more he watches at her side--
They are a glad and happy pair.

The cruel landlady one day
Was sitting by her fireside,
Rejoiced that she had gained the gold,
Meant for poor Nelly to provide.

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When open flew the kitchen door,
And in a tall policeman came,
And laid his hand upon her arm,
And gruffly called her by her name.

Behind him, then, the woman saw
The child whom she had driven away,
And near, a stately stranger stood,
While at her growled the old dog Tray.

They charged her with her cruel theft,
Her guilt she angrily denied;
Till the tall stranger, stern and grave,
With solemn voice and words replied,

"Her father told me he had saved,
And given his gold to you, his friend,
To keep his little, helpless child,
And on her wants the sum to spend.

"But you have kept that hard won sum,
And driven his orphan out to die;
Say, what does such a crime deserve?"--
The guilty soul cannot reply.

They made her give up all that's left,
They would have sent her off to jail;
But Nelly's voice for pardon prayed,
And Nelly's tears and prayers prevail.

The wicked woman's heart was touched
By the sweet pity of the child;
Repentant tears ran down her cheeks,