Biographical sketch of Millie Christine, the Carolina Twin : $b Surnamed the Two-headed Nightingale and the Eighth Wonder of the World — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Biographical sketch of Millie Christine, the Carolina Twin : $b Surnamed the Two-headed Nightingale and the Eighth Wonder of the World
John Stuart Mill · en
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._
LITTLE FOOTSTEPS.
SONG AND CHORUS BY J. A. BARNEY.
Little footsteps, soft and gentle,
Gliding by our cottage door,
How I love to hear their trample,
As I heard in days of yore.
Tiny feet that traveled lightly
In this weary world of woe,
Now silent in yonder churchyard,
Neath the dismal grave below.
CHORUS.
Little footsteps, soft and gentle,
Gliding by our cottage door.
She sleeps the sleep that knows no waking,
By the golden river’s shore;
And my heart it yearns with sadness,
When I pass that cottage door.
Sweetly, now, the angels carol
Tidings from our loved one, far,
That she still does hover o’er us,
And will be our guiding star,
CHORUS.
She sleeps the sleep that knows no waking, etc.
Little footsteps now will journey
In the world of sin no more;
Ne’er they’ll press the sandbanks lightly,
By the golden river’s shore.
Mother, weep not; father, grieve not,
Try to smooth your trouble o’er,
For I’ll think of her as sleeping,
Not as dead, but gone before.
CHORUS.
Little footsteps now will journey, etc.
“All the intelligent men who saw her at the Washington Hotel, the
other day, can bear witness to the marvelous intelligence which
predominates in both brains.”--_Liverpool Leader._
“The exceedingly merry and amiable disposition of the mysterious pair
deprives the exhibition altogether of that painful element which was
present even in the case of those practical philosophers, the Siamese
twins.”--_Liverpool Daily Post._
“As to the young lady herself--for we have surgical authority for
saying so--she has bodily only one person, though possessed of two
heads, two pairs of shoulders, four arms, and two pairs of legs,
amalgamated curiously with one trunk.”--_Liverpool Daily Courier._
UNDER THE DAISES.
A BALLAD, BY H. MILLARD.