This is from the cover of some odd sheet music from way back in the 1870s. I heard they were way more morbid about death than the average present day person, and a quick glance at the actual first verse of this weird song helps cast light on that.

Oh, father, come and sit by me, And let me take your hand in mine,
And tell me you forgive your boy, For all ere he shall life resign;
Dear father, I am growing weak, I feel that death is coming now,
And yet I know I shall awake, With mother's hand upon my brow.
Forgive me, father dear, forgive me, Though I am dying, do not weep;
For I shall go where mother dwells, So kiss me, and I'll go to sleep.


I also find this picture quite creepy. Not to mention the gender in the song is a male and this looks like two females embracing. And the castaway doll on the floor adds to the creepy mood. What a weird chunk of forgotten history. Now I dare you to make this into a power-ballad rock song.