/ 
 
 QUEER PEOPLE 
 
 AND THEIR 
 
 KWEER KAPERS. 
 
 Birds That Talk. 
 Giants I hat Mec. 
 Beasts Hiat Think. 
 Insects That Flirt. 
 Sprites That Dance. 
 
 WITH TIIHIR VARIOUS ANTICS ILLUSTRATED 
 
 By palmer cox 
 
 Author n| Tiii. hKowMtb. 
 
 TORONTO, ONT. 
 
Kntkrkk according To Act ok rAKi.iA.MiiNT ui- Canada, in thk vi:ar iSSS, hv 
 
 TALMER COX, 
 At thi; Di;i'artm];nt oi' Ac.ricli.tlrh. 
 
PREFATORY NOTE. 
 
 A FEW of the pieces with the ac- 
 companying illustrations, that were 
 so remarkably popular when they 
 appeared under copyright protec- 
 tion in " Harper's Young People," 
 "St. Nicholas" and "Little Folks," 
 have, by the courtesy of the Pub- 
 lishers of those charming juvenile 
 magazines, been incorporated here 
 in permanent form. 
 
 Hubbard Bros. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 •• • 
 
 GRIM GRIFFIN, THB 
 GIANT. 
 
 PET IN THB HOUSE. 
 
 CHRISTMAS PUDDING. 
 
KING AND CU)WN. 
 
 MICE AT TEA. 
 
 WOI,F ANT) THE DOG. 
 
 BEAR IN WINTER. 
 
 MICE AND THE EGG. 
 
▲ TALB OP THE TIMES. 
 
 THE stork's new suit. 
 
 THANKSGIVING DINNER. 
 
 THE EAGtE'S GIFT. 
 
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 AVARICIOUS SPIDER. 
 
 THE NOISY MAGPIE. 
 
 AI.PHABET IN COUNCIL. 
 
 FUNNY MANDARIN. 
 
 WHEELBARROW RIDE. 
 
FAIRIES' GIW. 
 
 THE MENDICANT. 
 
 I»OX AND TRAP. 
 
 CAT AND MOUSE. 
 
 THE BACK-YARD PARTY. 
 
THE RUNAWAY PAIR. 
 
 ELEPHANT AND DONKEY. 
 
 CHINESE ADVENTURE. 
 
 CALM-MINDED MEN. 
 
SULTAN OF THE EAST. 
 
 A LESSON FOR YOUNG 
 MICE. 
 
 THE FOX IN OLD AGE. 
 
 ADVICE OUT OF SEASON. 
 
 THE UNHAPPY LION. 
 
WSTENING TO THE 
 ROOSTER CROW. 
 
 A NIGHT ALARM. 
 
 COCK ROBIN. 
 
 THE NORMAN KING. 
 
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 FAIRIES AND CRUEL 
 FARMER. 
 
TURNING A NEW LEAF. 
 
 A DOMESTIC TALE. 
 
 WOLF AND BEAR. 
 
 TIJRKEY IN DANGER. 
 
 THE BANQUET. 
 
 "i^-timm^' 
 
GOBBLER AND GANDER. 
 
 THS WASP AND BEE. 
 
 MAIDEN AND KNIGHT. 
 
 THE WINDFAIX. 
 
 GUItEFUI. PAPOOSE. 
 
A CHANGE IN THB 
 SITUATION. 
 
 BICYCI.E IN WOODS. 
 
 THE DIALOGXTB. 
 
 THE LION AND THE 
 RHINOCEROS. 
 
 FAIRIES ON HORSE- 
 BACK. 
 
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 BUGABOO BII,I^ 
 
 KING CAXJWFLOWER. 
 
 THE DOG AND CAT. 
 
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 THB STYLISH PAIR. 
 
 THE DARING MICE. 
 
THE RATS AND THE 
 MEAL. 
 
 THE HEN'S ADVENTURE. 
 
 WHAT THE BUTTER- 
 FLY SAYS. 
 
 THE SPOILED GAME. 
 
 FAIRIES AND INSECTS. 
 
bntertaining thb 
 cau.br. 
 
GRIM GRIFFIN. 
 
 ,^RIM GRIFFIN was a giant bold, 
 Who lived beside the sea; 
 A terror to the country wide, 
 From Galway to Tralee. 
 
 The farmers knew his heavy tread, 
 Which seemed to shake the land, 
 When coming from his castle tall, 
 That overlooked the strand. 
 
 At times he carried off their fruit, 
 At times their stacks of grain ; 
 At times he took the fattest brute 
 That grazed upon the plain. 
 
 And out before his castle door, 
 In heaps lay hoof and honi; 
 And piles of pods without the peas, 
 And cobs without the corn. 
 
But not alone to farmer's goods 
 Was Griffin's acts confined. 
 
 At certain seasons of the year, 
 To fish his taste incHned, 
 
And when the hardy fishermen 
 Came toihng near :he strand, 
 
 The giant would disperse the crew 
 And drag their net to land. 
 
 At last the men, of nothing sure 
 Forsook the coast for good, 
 
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 And left the giant to procure 
 His fish as best he could. 
 
 Then often with a mighty pole, 
 And lengthy line to match, 
 He sat beside the foaming tide, 
 His morning meal to catch. 
 
 At times he hooked a weever dark, 
 A salmon or an eel, 
 
 And next a grampus or a shark. 
 Would try his rod and reel. 
 
 At length it chanced a hungry whale 
 Was swimming by one day, 
 The baited hook the monster took 
 And gently moved away. 
 
 "Ho, Ho!" the Giant laughed aloud, 
 "I've got no common bite. 
 
 The line is long, the rod is strong, 
 I'll have a feast to-night. 
 
 " There's not a fish that works a fin, 
 In river, lake, or sea, 
 However strong or broad or long. 
 Can prove a match for me ! " ^^ , 
 
 Then rashly round his waist he wound 
 The surplus line with care. 
 Determined should his hands give out, 
 His weight would still be there. 
 
 
Now as the giant and the whale 
 Joined issue in the tide, 
 
 The screaminc^ birds around them flew 
 Describing circles wide. 
 
 But, weight and strain and boasting vain, 
 Were all of no avail, 
 
For off the rock he slid amain, 
 Behind the rushing whale ; 
 
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 And Galvvay's coast was miles behind, 
 The Isles of Arran past, 
 
When still the giant, like the wind, 
 Was moving seaward fast. 
 
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 Then people hastened to the shore, 
 To view the pleasing sight, 
 
And clapped their hands till palms were sore, 
 And shouted with delight. 
 
 "Ah, strong be line of silk or twine, 
 
 That round the rogue is tied ; 
 
 And strong be tail and fin of whale, 
 
 That take him hence," they cried. 
 
 "Let fish with saw, and fish with sword, 
 
 Soon carve him up with care ; 
 
 And dish him out upon their board. 
 
 In slices portioned fair; 
 
 "That shark, and gar, and sculpin lean, 
 The hermit-crab, and pike, 
 The lamprey, and the lobster green. 
 May all be served alike. 
 
 "And there, five hundred fathoms deep, 
 
 Below the rolling tide; 
 
 The King of Herrings order keep, 
 
 And at the feast preside." 
 
The sun went down, and home returned 
 To roost on crag and tree, 
 
 The weary birds, that many miles, 
 Escorted Grim to sea. 
 
 But he no more returned to shore, 
 To make the farmers fly; 
 
 Or stray along the rugged coast, 
 To catch his morning fry. 
 
 Yet, sailors steering o'er the main. 
 To lands of rice and tea, 
 
 Report, a thousand miles from land, 
 A wondrous sight they see. 
 
 Upon an island, bleak and bare. 
 They mark a giant form, 
 
 That flings around a baited hook, 
 In sunshine and in storm. 
 
 But whether truthful tales they tell, 
 As round the seas they go; 
 
 Or simply spin a sailor's yarn, 
 The world may never know. 
 
 This hint remains for young and old. 
 To treasure in the mind ; 
 
 Let folks be e'er so strong and bold. 
 They may a stronger find. 
 
 Like Griffin, they may strike a fish 
 They cannot bring to land; 
 
 And find, too late, the line of Fate 
 Too well the strain may stand. 
 
A PET IN tup: house. 
 
 There once was a man, and his name was Von Crouse^ 
 Who kept, just for pastime, a pet in the house; 
 At first it was small, and could scamper and play, 
 And seemed a great source of amusement each day. 
 For many a time would Von laugh until sore, 
 While watching it caper about on the floor. 
 
 He called the pet "Habit," and said, "when I please 
 
 ni kick him outside with the greatest of ease." 
 
 Though people would argue, " I fear that your pet 
 
 Will prove a heart-scald, ere you're through with him yet." 
 
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 But time rolled around, and the pet became strong, 
 Its body spread wider, its nose, it grew long; 
 
 It filled up the space every day more and more, 
 At last would no longer pass out of the door, 
 But rooted around in a boisterous style, 
 
 And tumbled the bed and the stove in a pile. 
 
 No longer a joy, or a pride, as at first, 
 
 But, classed as a demon, would rank with the worst. 
 Von Crouse saw his error, though at a late hour, 
 And then to eject him he strove with all power. 
 He blamed himself roundly, and as people do. 
 
 When thus brought to sorrow, he blamed others, too ; 
 One hardly likes calling the fault all his own, 
 And shouldering the burden of censure alone, 
 
He pulled by the ears, and pulled by the tail; 
 He coaxed and he cudgeled, but nought would avail ; 
 The door was too narrow, the window too high, 
 
 His pet was content 
 
 in the mansion to lie. 
 
 And " Habit " kept growing, 
 
 and gave him no ease, 
 But crowded him out 
 
 of his home by degrees ; 
 Deserted by friends, 
 
 and derided by foes, 
 And cursing his folly, 
 
 as one might suppose. 
 And such was the terrible 
 
 fate oi' Von Grouse, 
 A warning to all who 
 
 keep pets in the house. 
 
 Beware of bad " Habit," 
 
 though small in your eyes. 
 Oh, muzzle the fiend, ere the fangs are full size ; 
 Ere home is uprooted, the mind tempest-tossed, 
 The heart petrified, and the soul, perhaps, lost. 
 
 A CHRISTMAS PUDDING. 
 
 HEN Christmas bells are ringing sweet, 
 And people hasten through the street. 
 To gather in a goodly store. 
 That tables may be heaping o'er; 
 The Fairy band, so legends tell. 
 Prepare a Christmas feast as well. 
 They boil their pudding, dear knows where, 
 
But some place out in open air, — -■ 
 And then on sticks, 
 
 as best they may, 
 To some retreat 
 
 the prize convey. 
 The rogues, then once 
 
 Enjoy 
 
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TIIH KING AND THE CLOWN. 
 
 Thi:rh lived a queer old kin^, 
 
 Who used to skip and swing, 
 
 And "dance before the fiddle," and all that sort of thinp^. 
 
In princely robes arrayed, 
 The games of youth he played, 
 And mingled with the low buffoons at fair or masquerade. 
 
 His royal back he'd stoop 
 To chase a rolling hoop, 
 Or romp in merry leap-frog with the wildest of the group. 
 
 At last a cunning clown 
 Got hold of mace and crown, 
 And instantly the people hailed him monarch of 
 the town. 
 
 Because the crown he wore, 
 And royal sceptre bore, 
 All took him for the romping king they'd honored heretofore. 
 
 His Majesty would rave, 
 And bellow "Fool!" and •'Slave!" 
 But still the people bowed and scraped around the painted knave. 
 
Well might the sovereign yell, 
 And threaten prison cell, 
 And rope, and ax, and gibbet;— but he could not break the spell. 
 
 So passed his power away, 
 His subjects and his sway, 
 For kincr was clown, and clown was king, until their dying day. 
 
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 THE MICE AT TEA. 
 
 Y invitation, kind and free, 
 
 Two mice went out one night to tea; 
 The hostess met them with a smile, 
 
 And laid their things away in style. 
 
 And soon the table-cloth was spread 
 
 With crackers, toasted cheese, and bread; 
 
 And when they gathered round the board, 
 The cups of tea were duly poured. 
 
 One took a sip, then shook her head, 
 
 And, setting down the cup, she said, 
 
While looking round, as in a dream, 
 
 To find the pitcher holding cream, 
 
 "Without a drop of cream, my dear, 
 
 I'd rather have the water clear." 
 
 " Too bad," the hostess made reply, 
 
 "But yesterday the cow went dry; 
 
 So now I do the best I can, 
 
 And carry out another plan: 
 
 Until the milk i 
 
 I use more 
 The other guest 
 Upon the plat 
 "A single bite 
 When drink- 
 awful 
 "Indeed! I'm 
 the 
 Replied her 
 sober 
 "That's all the ki 
 I sweeten 
 
 " Is that the way 
 
 turns once more 
 
 than before.' 
 lenlaid her bread 
 and sadly said, 
 I can not eat 
 ing tea so 
 sweet." 
 sorry that's 
 case." 
 friend with 
 face. 
 
 tea I've got- 
 the pot." 
 you make )our tea? 
 
 Then you should come and visit me," 
 
 The other cried. "It seems a sin 
 
 To put the tea and sugar in. 
 
 And stir them up while boiling hot. 
 
 Why, this is simply soup you've got." 
 
 With flushing face the hostess spoke: 
 
 " Excuse me ; I don't see the joke 
 
\'ou can't give any points to me, 
 
 Because, my friend, I've crossed the sea, 
 
 And learned the custom, if you please. 
 
 From them that know — the Japanese." 
 
 " The nasty Japs ! " the other cried : 
 " I thought you had a little pride. 
 What brought you there, I want to know. 
 The most outlandish place to go 
 
 In all the world, to seek advice. 
 Or learn the art of cooking nice." 
 But while they sat, 
 
 disputing there, 
 The cat came creeping ^JI^ ^tMM^, , . , X^Mjl' she 
 down the stair. MBKKIIm^¥m^mi'\:.W^kJmVi\vi' listened 
 
 '" to their chat 
 
 r awhile, 
 
 And hardly could 
 suppress a smile. 
 Said she : 
 "I haven't ate a bite 
 Ill'B'lllfJ"' Since two o'clock on yester-night; 
 i(i'i/' In fact, I scarcely have the strength 
 
 iyi'lr' To jump a lounge or table's length; 
 
 /////I';-' And yet, I'd almost do without, 
 
 T(!']i'jl'' '^^ h*^*^^ ^^^^^ warm discussion out." 
 
 But when the shadow of the cat. 
 Stole, like a cloud, across the mat, 
 The argument on tea was dropped. 
 Their little eyes from sockets popped. 
 
And soon there was a lively race, 
 
 To see who first could leave the place. 
 
 One jumped across two kitchen chairs, 
 
 And half-way down the cellar stairs; 
 Another skipped about, and ran 
 
 Behind a box and copper pan, 
 
 And squeezing through with all her power, 
 Escaped the danger of the hour. 
 
 The third one every effort strained 
 Until the sink was safely gained. 
 
 And lacking pluck to venture out, 
 Lay hid for days within the spout. 
 And this all came about, you see. 
 
 Through finding too much fault at tea. 
 
THE WOLF AND THE DOG. 
 
 CUNNING wolf, while roaming round, 
 
 A shepherd's cloak and bonnet found, 
 
 And soon the garment, long and warm. 
 Was wrapped around his shaggy form. 
 
 
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 "Ha! ha!" laughed 
 he, "in this 'tis plain, 
 
 A closer look 
 at sheep I'll gain; 
 
 And well this branch, so nicely bent, 
 The shepherd's crook will represent ; 
 They'll take me for the guardian old, 
 Who pens them nightly in the fold ; 
 And at my leisure, I, no doubt, 
 The fattest lamb can sin^de out." 
 So feigning well the shepherd's tread, 
 His hacking cough and stooping head 
 
 He moved with careful steps around, 
 
 Until a grazing flock he found. 
 
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The sheep, with unsuspecting mind, 
 
 Mistook him for their shepherd kind; 
 
 And soon would all have victims fell, 
 
 The rascal played his part so well, 
 Had not a dog's enquiring eye 
 
 Observed the stranger drawing nigh. 
 
 Between the flock and wolf he ran, 
 To thwart him in his cunning plan. 
 
 "On sheep," cried he, "you might impose; 
 They trust to eyes, but I to nose. 
 
 A shepherd's dress, indeed, you wear, 
 But still the scent of wolf is there." 
 
 Then at the trembling rogue he flew. 
 And from his paw the symbol drew 
 
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Mv ruse has failed!" the schemer cried, 
 
 And flung^ the shepherd's dress aside; 
 
 Then, turning round, was glad to beat 
 To forest shade a fast retreat. 
 
 
 THE BEAR IN WINTER. 
 
 HEN from the North the winds are keen, 
 And ice on every stream is seen, 
 
 When mountain peaks and valleys low 
 Are covered with the drifting snow; 
 And Bruin, from his winter home. 
 Is not inclined abroad to roam, 
 But sleeps away the gloomy hour, 
 And sighs to hear the April shower, 
 That, pattering through the leafless tree, 
 W^ill send the snow to find the sea; 
 
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Then, friends that are not so confined, 
 But still possess a rovin*^ mind, 
 
 That neither wind, nor frost, nor snow, 
 Can hinder rambling to and fro ; 
 
 That hunger stil' throughout the year. 
 
 In summer mild, or winter drear; 
 
 Whose stomachs must be well supplied, 
 
 Though snow should land and water hide ; 
 
 These creatures come from near and far. 
 By light of moon or twinkling star. 
 
With words of comfort to attend, 
 Upon their hibernating friend; 
 
 To lift his heart from fear and doubt, 
 And learn how fat is holding out; 
 To find if grease enough is there 
 
 To last him till the fields are bare; 
 Or, if his bones will cut the skin 
 Before the thawing rains begin; 
 
 To brace him up with courage strong 
 
 In case the winter should be long 
 
 To tell him snow yet clothes the hill. 
 
 And ice lies on the river still ; 
 
 But in the air and sky, they note 
 
 A happy change is not remote; 
 
 That in three weeks, or may be four,* 
 
 The flocks will leave the stable door, 
 
 No more to feed on corn or hay. 
 
 But through the fields at large to stray. 
 
 The bear is thankful for it all ; 
 And reassures them, great and small. 
 That strength is yet within his 
 
 hide 
 To last him till the sum- 
 mer tide. 
 Well pleased at this 
 
 they all withdraw, 
 And leave him i'^ 
 
 there to 
 
 suck his paw. ^--^^**'— **i,^ 
 
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THE MICE AND THE EGG. 
 
 Thrki-: hungry mice set out one night 
 To see what they could find ; 
 
 Because they didn't have a bite 
 At home of any kind. 
 
 Their whole supply 
 
 had given out ; 
 Hard tiui^., were 
 
 at their door; 
 They finished all their 
 
 bread and cheese 
 At tea, 
 
 the night before. 
 
 So left and rii/ht, 
 
 with sharpened sight, 
 They rummaged 
 
 all around ; 
 
 To their surprise 
 
 and great delight 
 At last; 
 
 an i^gg they found. 
 
 Said Number One, 
 
 " We've found a prize ; 
 But, though we 
 
 stand in need, 
 We cannot eat it where it lies — 
 Now how 
 
 shall we proceed?" 
 
\Vc dare not roll it o'er the floor," 
 Said thoughtful Number Two, 
 
 " Because the noise would wake the cat, 
 And that would never do." 
 
 " 1 have a plan." cried Number Three ; 
 "I'll lie with feet in air; 
 
 Upon mc you can roll the tgg 
 And I will hold it there. 
 
 "Then you may take me by the tail 
 And pull with mij^ht and main ; 
 
 And thus, unless your strength should fail, 
 The treasure we may gain." 
 
 "A happy thought," said Number One; 
 Cried Number Two, "You're right — 
 
A fast of four and twenty hours 
 
 Has made our comrade bright." 
 
 To try the plan they then began ; 
 And o'er a rugged road 
 
 Soon One and Two the other drew, 
 To their secure abode. 
 
 And when, at last, all danger past, 
 The banquet was begun. 
 
 Each shook his head and sighing said, 
 "That job was nobly done !" 
 
 Then Number One and Two would praise 
 The wit of Number Three; 
 And say such fortitude and grit. 
 They never thought to see. 
 
 Then Number Three would praise in turn, 
 The stoutness of the pair; 
 And thus, betw^een the friendly group. 
 The shell was emptied there. 
 
A TALE OF THE TIMES. 
 
 NE da;^the W'olf, the Fox and Bear 
 
 Set out to find some clothes to wear; 
 For autumn winds were growing keen, 
 And ice upon the pond was seen. 
 
The Wolf was first to reach a store, 
 
 And such a fit as out he wore! 
 
 The coat was short, the trowsers wide, 
 
 And in the wrinkles rats could hide. 
 
 mMEfOD:^ 
 
 His jockey cap, from visor free, 
 
 His cotton shade would shelter three; 
 
 His shoes were made in different states, 
 
 They were not style, nor even mates; 
 
 Thus, duped and sold at every point. 
 
 The Wolf seemed badly out of joint 
 
Poor Bruin, further down the street, 
 
 Was taken in, from head to feet, 
 
 With shining Pinchbeck Watch and all, 
 
 He seemed ashamed to make a call. 
 
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 Old friends went by the other side, 
 
 And all acquaintanceship denied ; 
 
 He wished himself in darkest den. 
 
 Away from sound and sight of men. 
 
The cunning Fox knew where to go, 
 
 And called on Mister So-and-so, 
 
 And in the street or social hall, 
 
 Was much admired by one and all. 
 
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 And ever after loved to stride. 
 
 Along the avenue with pride; 
 
 His eye-glass, collar, cane and tile, 
 
 Proclaiming well the dudeish style. 
 
THE OWL AND THE BAT. 
 
 H, lively was the group of birds that met on Beaver Flat, 
 The night on which the hooting owl was wedded to the bat! 
 
 It was a sight, that summer night, to see them gather there; 
 vSome came by water, some by land, and others through the air. 
 
 The eagle quit the mountain-peak, to mix with meaner fowl, 
 And, like a comrade, act the part of groomsman to the owl ; 
 The friendly stork had hastened there, with long and stately stride; 
 It was its happy privilege to give away the bride. 
 
And when arrangements were complete, a circle wide they made, 
 And in the centre stood the pair, in finest dress arrayed. 
 Then out in front advanced the crow, and bowed his shining \ead, | 
 And with three loud approving caws declared the couple wed. 
 
 Then kind congratulations poured from friends on every side, 
 As thronging round the happy pair, they kissed the blushing bride. 
 And soon the supper was prepared, for each had brought a share. 
 The crow and jay had carried corn ; the eagle brought a hare ; 
 
 The curlew brought 
 a string of fish, 
 just taken from the lake: 
 The crane, a brace 
 
 of speckled frogs; 
 the buzzard brought a snake ; 
 The owl and active 
 hawk procured 
 
 a dozen mice at least ; 
 
 
 The snipe and rail 
 brought water flies, 
 ^A to help along the feast. 
 
 ■-"3 And when each bird 
 -? upon the ground, 
 
 enjoyed a hearty meal, 
 They whistled tunes, 
 and sang their songs, 
 or danced a lively reel, 
 
 
Around the green, with stately mien, the dodo and curlew 
 Moved like a pair of lovers there, through dances old and new. 
 
 While wintx to wine: ^nd toe to toe, 
 
 with loud and joyous cries, 
 The stork and raven danced as though 
 competing for a prize. 
 That ni!>ht <^ood feeling- was restored 
 between the hawk and jay, 
 ho had not passed a friendly 
 look or word for many a day ! 
 
 And birds that always 
 
 went to roost 
 
 before the shades of night 
 
 ''^0&mS^m 
 
 Now hoj)ped around upon the groun 
 until the morning light. 
 
 ;^^j^i^5*i^ 
 
 Nor felt the want 
 of sleep or rest, 
 
 but kept the fun alive; 
 And seemed as 
 
 wide awake as bees, 
 when some one 
 kicks the hive. 
 
And people long will call to mind the scene on Beaver Flat, 
 The night on which the hooting owl was wedded to the bat 
 
 
 
 THE STORKS NEW SUIT. 
 
 HE stork put on his grand new suit, 
 And called his friends to see; 
 Remarking, "Tis a splendid fit, 
 And suits my mate and me." 
 
 At once the friendly group began 
 The clothes to criticise; 
 
 O'er every part and seam they ran 
 Their sharp, discerning eyes. 
 
 One thought the collar was too high, 
 And this or that was long; 
 
 Another thought it hung awry, 
 
 The style and cut were wrong. 
 
 And so he cut and clipped about, 
 And worked as best he coukl; 
 
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He gathered in, and loosened out, 
 
 As they advised he should. 
 
 And when the change was all complete. 
 
 
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 And dressed again was he, 
 
 No bird that ever stood on feet 
 
 Was such a sight to see. 
 
THE THANKSGIVING DINNER. 
 
 " Now, mother," said a turkey bold, 
 *' May I go out and play ? 
 
 You know to-morrow may be cold, 
 And snow-drifts block the way. 
 
 "The hens are scratching in the yard, 
 The geese are in the swale, 
 
 The doves are cooing on the roof, 
 The ducks are round the pail." 
 
 " My darling," said the mother kind, 
 " You're growing fat and stout, 
 
 I have misgivings in my mind, 
 And dare not let you out. 
 
" 1 much prefer to have you here 
 Away from human eye ; 
 
 Thanksj^-iving clay is drawing near, 
 And that's the reason why." 
 
 The good advice was wasted all 
 Upon her wayward son ; 
 
 She turned her head into a stall, 
 And out the villain nm. 
 
 Hut while he wandered far and free, 
 The farmer sauntered by ; 
 
 **A finer bird than this," said he, 
 "Has seldom met my eye. 
 
 "I look to have my brother Jim 
 Come out with us to dine. 
 
 The best is not too good for him 
 This lad will answer fine." 
 
 Not twenty minutes by the clock 
 A rambling life he led, 
 
 Before he lay across the block. 
 The axe above his head. 
 
 
We'll pass the execution act, 
 The plucking that he got, 
 The dressing that within was packed, 
 
 And oven roasting hot. 
 
 And see him when 
 
 all nicely browned. 
 Upon the plate 
 he lies, 
 To draw the praise 
 
 from all around, 
 For tenderness 
 and size. 
 
 And next, in fancy hear the click 
 
 Of knives and forks at play; 
 
 And see the plates returning c^uick 
 
 To where that turkey lay. 
 
 Then mark the latest scene of all. 
 When that rich feast was through, 
 
 And children with their fingers small, 
 The wish-bone break in two. 
 
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THE EAGLES GIFT. 
 
 Thus does the Eat^le speak its mind, 
 \\'hile sailing high before the wind, 
 
 i:' .ir^jiAmfi^^ 
 
 With presents for her babies small 
 That in the tree-top wait her call. 
 
 "Now while the chimes of Christmas ring 
 And Santa Glaus makes haste to bring 
 
His toys to scatter far and near 
 To glad the hearts of children dear; 
 It seems a fittinjj^ time for me 
 To bear in mind my babies wee, 
 
 Who, perched aloft in mornini^ air. 
 
 Are waitin<^ for the gift I bear. 
 A mallard taken by the spring, 
 No finer ever flapped a wing. 
 A hare surprised in woods above 
 Will prove how deep a mothers love. 
 A turkey taken from her race 
 Just as the farmer showed his face. 
 A fish that jumped to meet the rain. 
 And ne'er will try that feat again. 
 A banner bright that ever tells, 
 The happy land where freedom dwells. 
 
The to()tinL( horns, so long and round, 
 
 To send abroad their stunning sound, 
 
 To rouse the birds and beasts as well, 
 
 That in the vales antl mountains dwell, 
 And from his slumbers start the swain, 
 Before the sun has kissed the plain, — 
 These are the presents, great and grand, 
 I bring to cheer my baby band." 
 
 THE AVARICIOUS SPIDER. 
 
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 HE livelong night, without a pause 
 To wipe his brow, or rest his claws, 
 The spider planned his subtle scheme. 
 And spun his web above the stream ; 
 On every side flung out his guys 
 
 To help support the weight of flies. 
 With care each fibre was applied, 
 And every knot securely tied. 
 Until the <^eometric net 
 Exhaust. J all his spinneret. 
 But when the sun looked o'er the hill, 
 To laugh at those who slumbered still, 
 The active flies began to swarm, 
 Their daily duties to perform, 
 The spider, in close ambush lay, 
 Where he could view the coming prey; 
 And waited with an anxious air 
 The errand reward of skill and care. 
 Soon, one by one, and two by two. 
 The flies began to tumble through 
 
 V'/va../-'. 
 

 0^;m^:4 
 
 
 The caddis and the drao^on fly, 
 Mosquitoes with their plaintive cry, 
 The beetle with his drowsy strain, 
 The weevil bound for fields of i^^ain, 
 And hornets in their mad career 
 Were introduced to trouble here. 
 Until the web shook on the tree 
 With captives struggling to be free. 
 
 And thousjh he mi«'ht have been content 
 With what the Fates already sent, 
 The spider, like some human kind, 
 Possessed an avaricious mind. 
 For still he sat and shook his head 
 And stroked his beard and smiling- said, 
 "Though hungry to the inmost core 
 I'll wait until it tangdes more, 
 
 Nor feast upon a dozen flies, 
 
 A thousand only satisfies." 
 
 But while he pined with hunger there, 
 Still waiting for a glutton's share. 
 
 The fast increasing weight and strain 
 Began to rend the net in twain. 
 
The main supports 
 
 that reached about 
 On either side 
 
 were giving out ; 
 At last a general 
 
 ruin spread 
 Across the web, 
 
 from foot to head, 
 
 Till with a 
 
 ing now, 
 The whole 
 
 
 
 boui/h 
 The spinner tangled in his nest 
 Then fared no better than the rest. 
 For down among the broken shreds, 
 Still grasping at the flying threads, 
 To find that all were loose as well, 
 The avaricious schemer fell ; 
 And soon the fish put out of view 
 The struggling flies and spider too. 
 
 There are spiders abroad 
 
 besides those on the web 
 
 With far-reaching fingers 
 and keen biting neb. 
 
 Who harass and hoard 
 
 till they suddenly fall 
 
 In the midst of their plans, 
 
 and the grave swallows all. 
 
THE NOISY MAGPIE. 
 
 Once a magpie gave a party, and invited many there, 
 Of the beasts that roam the forests and the birds that fly in air. 
 Long and fine was the procession as the) journeyed to the feast ; 
 From the north and south they gathered, 
 
 from the west and from the east. 
 
 'aT' r- w'i 3f' > '^f^r}:m\ if 
 
 
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 t 
 
 i: 
 
 
 ^'X ^. ^l 
 
 
 
 
 
 Even insects were included in the invitation grand, 
 
 And the locust, fly, and beetle, with their cousins, were on hand. 
 
 When around the tempting dishes they assembled in delight, 
 Every creature there was happy, every countenance was bright. 
 But the guests had hardly settled down to business, with a mind 
 
To replenish empty places 
 
 with whatever they could find, 
 
 Ere the ma^Tpie marred the pleasure — 
 she commenced her noisy chat. 
 About this she loudly gabbled, 
 and then chattered about that, 
 
 Till the guests became uneasy 
 
 (many wished her tongue vvas tied), 
 While their discontented glances 
 Were exchanged on every side. 
 
 They were loath 
 
 to leave their places 
 till the feast 
 
 was at an end. 
 But they couldn't 
 sit and listen 
 to the chatter 
 of their friend. 
 
 " I remember an appointment 
 I must keep," remarked the coon ; 
 " I am ailing," groaned the lion, 
 and must say good-afternoon." 
 Said the fox, " You must excuse me : 
 what I never did before, 
 Leaving home in such a hurry, 
 I forgot to lock my door." 
 
 " I was thoughtless," cried the spider, 
 "coming out to eat and dance: 
 
I've a thread to spin this evening 
 
 that will reach across to France." 
 
 Ana at last all rose together, 
 
 (down their bones and bits they flung), 
 And in every way departed 
 
 to escape her noisy tongue. 
 Not a bird but quit the banquet, 
 
 not a beast but left the ground, 
 Not an insect but was crawling 
 
 to escape the awful sound. 
 So the magpie learned a lesson ; 
 
 deeply wounded was her pride, 
 Standinir there amon<'- the dishes, 
 
 with the i^uests all scattered wide. 
 And no later invitations 
 
 could induce a friend to come ; 
 So that bird, it is reported, 
 
 ever afterward was dumb. 
 
THE ALPHABET IN COUNCIL. 
 
 NE day, in secret council, met 
 The letters of the alphabet, 
 
 To settle, with a free debate, 
 
 This matter of important weic^ht 
 
 j'l'ill • lii'i 
 
 il 
 
 
 
 Which members of th" useful band 
 
 The highest honors should command. 
 It was a delicate affair. 
 
 For all the twenty-six were there. 
 And every one presumed that he 
 Was just as worthy as could be ; 
 
While &, a sort of go-between, Was seated like a judge serene, 
 Impartially to hear the case, And keep good order in the place. 
 Said S, arising from his seat, And smiling in his own conceit, 
 " Now, comrades, take a glance at me, There's grace in every curve 
 
 you see ; And beauty 
 which you'll never 
 find In letters of the 
 broken kind. Now 
 ^^ there is I, straight 
 up and down ; How 
 incomplete is such a 
 clown ! Without a 
 foot, without a head, 
 A graceful curve, or 
 proper spread. And 
 and K, and F and 
 L, Who look as tho' 
 on ice they fell. Or Z, 
 , , our many - angled 
 j^yT friend. Who forms, 
 » indeed, a fitting 
 l^J^ end. Such homely 
 r letters, at the best. 
 Are heaping insult on the rest." At this there was a 
 'f7^ /7^--^^ sudden spring To feet, around the coun- 
 
 1' m 
 
 
 cil ring. And every letter, down to Z, I 
 
 th 
 
Said such aspersions 
 
 must not be. " No 
 
 personalities," cried they, 
 
 "Should be indulged in 
 
 here, to-day;" While &, good 
 
 order to restore. Applied his 
 
 truncheon to the floor. Said A, 
 
 " One moment will suffice To show 
 
 you all where honor lies ; Suppose 
 
 there were no head, like nie. To lead 
 
 the way for brother 
 come of neighbor 
 ever think of D? 
 to the end. And say 
 pend." Then O, 
 
 B, What would be- 
 C, Or who would 
 I might go on un- 
 you all on me de- 
 arising to his feet. 
 
 Said, " I, of all, am most complete ; No waste material 
 is there. But just enough, and none to spare; No horns 
 above, no tails below. An even-balanced, perfect O." 
 Said E, " Though all may beauty boast, In service I appear 
 the most ; Well- nigh to every word 
 
 I'm called, And of- ten more than once 
 
 installed ; While some so seldom are 
 
 requir'd. From ser- ^^T^ ^^^^ ^^^^ should 
 
 I be retired." Then /^WLji r^f / irito sundrygroups 
 
 they'd break. To ((^^ly^W/J^fz^P^ argue points, and 
 
 Sigers shake, Or K//L^^I^^ ^^^^ ^^^^ ^^^^^^ ^^ 
 
 theirTace, Their plain -^^-^c^- — -=^*= -^ -^ -^ opinions of the case. 
 
 *^ 
 
^ While & kept 
 ^^ ihumpini^^ till 
 he wore 
 A hole half through 
 '%, the oaken 
 floor. 
 
 At last he cried, 
 
 " I plainly see 
 
 You'll never in the world agree, 
 
 Though you should stand to argue here, 
 
 And shake your fists throughout the year. 
 
 Now, let me tell you, plump and plain, 
 
 From first to last, you're all too vain. 
 
 'Tis true that some, in form ant Tace, 
 Seem suited for a leading place ; 
 But, whether 
 crooked, 
 straight, 
 or slim. 
 Of graceful 
 % curve, or balance 
 ^ trim, 
 
 '^ The best of you, 
 from A to Z, 
 (On second thought you'll all agree), 
 
ithout support would worthless be, 
 But when united, hand in hand, 
 In proper shape 
 )ou form a 
 
 band 
 
 Of strent/th 
 
 sufficient, 
 
 be it 
 
 known. 
 
 To shake a monarch from his throne. 
 
So be content, both great and small, 
 For honor rests alike on all." 
 
 "He speaks the truth," the letters cried; 
 "All private claims we'll lay aside," 
 So, thanking &: for judgment fair. 
 The controversy ended there. 
 
 THE FUNNY MANDARIN. 
 
 HERE was a funny mandarin 
 Who had a funny way, 
 
 Of sliding down 
 
 the balustrade 
 A dozen times a day. 
 
 With arms in air and streaming hair, 
 At risk of bone and brain. 
 
 Around and round the winding 
 He slid the rail amain. 
 
 The "surest" aim may miss the game, 
 The "safest" ship go down, 
 
 And one mistake will bring to blame 
 The wisest men in town 
 
And thus it ran, that daring man, 
 Who never thought to fail, 
 
 
 
 ,,-fyji.y^ 
 
 
 
 /^.^^ 
 
 /H£^ 
 
 CO^' 
 
 At last, in spite of every plan, 
 Went gliding off the rail, 
 
 And downward, clinging to his fan, 
 He shot with visage pale. 
 
Tlin WHIiKL-B ARROW RIDE. 
 
 Down the lane 
 
 runs 
 
 Johnny, 
 
 Hopping 
 
 like 
 
 a sparrow, 
 
 Takin*^ 
 
 sister Susan 
 
 In 
 
 his 
 little barrow. 
 
 
 Little man be eareful 
 
 When wheeling round the bend, 
 Trouble lies in corners 
 
 You surely may depend. 
 
Just as we expected ! 
 
 Spilled out upon the road, 
 After all the warning, 
 
 Now lies the precious load. 
 
 Gather up the pieces. 
 
 And lead your sister in, 
 Early in life, alas ! 
 
 Our troubles do begin. 
 
THE FAIRIES' GIFT. 
 
 HEN the Kidderminster Fairies 
 heard the rumor going round, 
 How the young and favor'd Forester, 
 who guarded game and ground, 
 Was to wed the Florist's daughter, 
 one as good as she was fair, 
 Tliey resolved to make a wedding-gift befitting such a pair. 
 Soon the golden day of promise came, which saw the couple wed, 
 When the solemn vows were spoken and the Parson s blessing said. 
 
 ^■^^.*t:^^- 
 
 Lo! that night the 
 from the East, 
 From the \orth and 
 to some land the 
 
 Fairies gathered 
 and from the West ; 
 South they hastened 
 youth possess'd. 
 
 over rivers, 
 
 and forests green. 
 
 Over mountams, 
 through the fields 
 Still they mustered by the hundred, at the summons of the Queen. 
 Every trade was represented, all the occupations through. 
 From the man who planned a building to the one who pegged a shoe, 
 And they set to work in earnest, throwing jackets all aside. 
 To erect a stately mansion for the husband and his bride. 
 
 Twas a mighty undertaking, 
 
 of .^uch magnitude indeed, 
 Nothing else but Fairy workmen 
 
 could with such a task succeed. 
 There they bustled without resting, 
 
 as thcnigh life itself was bet. 
 Till their little hands were blistered 
 
 and their garments wringing wet, 
 How they sawed, and bored, and "boosted up" the timbers, 
 the night, 
 
 through 
 
How they hammered, hammered, hammered, to get done ere 
 
 morning Hght; 
 For the Fairies who from labor by the dapple dawn are chased, 
 While their work is yet unfinished, are forevermore disgraced. 
 
 Oh, what harmony existed ! 
 Not an oath or harsh expres- 
 
 Not a breath was wasted ti.ere, 
 sion f'll like poison on the air. 
 
Here the blacksmith and his helper made the solid anvil sound 
 While they forged the bolts and braces that secured the structure round. 
 There the mason with his trowel kept the hod-men moving spry, 
 Till the massive chimney tower'd twenty cubits to the sky, 
 And the painters followed after with their ladders and their pails» 
 
 Spreading paint upon 
 }- the finish ere the 
 ' ' joiner drove his nails. 
 Even cobblers with -| 
 their pincers, and 
 their awls and pegs J 
 of wood, Were as- -' 
 sisting in the enter- ^ 
 prise by pegging as 
 they could. There 
 the glazier with his 
 putty-roll was working with a will, 
 While the plumber plumbed the 
 building, without sending in his bill; 
 And the sculptor with his mallet by 
 the marble lintel stood, Till he chis- 
 eled the inscription : 
 
 A REWARD 
 FOR BEING GOOD. 
 
 When no article was 
 wanting for the com- 
 fort of the pair, I^^rom 
 the scraper at the en- 
 trance to the rods 
 upon the stair, Then 
 the wizened little 
 millionaires, possess- 
 ed of wealth untold, 
 
Into treasure-vaults and coffers many rich donations roll'd ; 
 And before the East was purpled by the arrows of the sun 
 All the Fairies had departed, for the edifice was done. 
 
 So that couple took possession, 
 
 and in all the country round 
 There was none enjoyed su' xi riches, 
 
 or such happiness profound. 
 There they lived for years in comfort, 
 
 and then followed next of kin, 
 Till a dozen generations in succession 
 
 lived therein. 
 Many walls since then have tumbled, 
 
 in the dust lie stones and lime, 
 But that mansion, built by Fairies, 
 
 still defies the teeth of Time. 
 W'inds may howl around its gable, 
 
 snow may settle on its roof, 
 Rain may patter, hail may batter, 
 
 but it towers weather-proof. 
 
 Gone are not the days of Fairies, 
 
 let folk tell you v hat they will. 
 In the moonlight they assemble 
 
 to perform their wonders still. 
 So be careful, oh, be cautious, 
 
 what you say, or think, or do, 
 For the Fairies may be waiting 
 to erect a house for you. 
 
 
THE MENDICANT. 
 
 BELL. 
 
 ING-a-ling, a-ding, ding! 
 
 MISTRESS. 
 
 "Who's at the door?" 
 
 DOMESTIC. 
 
 "A poor, bhnd beggar-man, 
 
 with children half a score, 
 
 He never saw a greenback, 
 
 never saw a house. 
 
 And couldn't tell an elephant 
 
 from a meadow-mouse. 
 He never saw the sun rise, 
 never saw it set. 
 He never saw^ the silver moon, ^ 
 
 a star or planet yet. 
 Been blind from his birth, ma'am, 
 
 born and couldn't see, 
 
 And how he found the bell-knob 
 
 is a mystery." 
 
 MISTRESS. 
 
 "His lot is hard, indeed, Jane; to grope about the land, 
 
 All dark behind, all dark before, and dark on either hand. 
 
 To never see a human face, or on a book to pore, 
 
 Or, at the window stand and gaze into a fancy store. 
 
 But beggars can't have money now, my bank account is low, 
 
 Just give the man a bone to pick, and tell him he must go." 
 
DOMESTIC. 
 
 "My mistress sympathizes, sir, with one so sorely tried, 
 And gladly would she give the sight that nature has denied ; 
 But pennies now are not at hand, to answer each appeal, 
 So here's a piece of beef, sir ; 'twill serve you for a meal." 
 
 MENDICANT. 
 
 " Oh, thankee, mum, thankee ; 111 take your marrow-bone ; 
 
 'Twill do to fight a mastiff w ith much better than a stone. 
 
 Through one not half so handy, mum, the Philistines of yore, 
 
 Got, as your Book will teach you, all they bargained for and more. 
 
 And thanks to cow that bore the bone, and to the pot that boiled, 
 
 And to the mistress, and to you, the doggy's game is spoiled. 
 
 I'll walk the street in safety now, the turnpike and the field. 
 
 For this at once will be my staff, my weapon, and my shield. 
 
 And should I reach a river's side and wish to leave the shore, 
 
 I'll step on board a boat or barge, and this shall be my oar ; 
 
 And when I quit these earthly scenes, far happier lands to trace, 
 
 This bone, erected at my head, shall mark my resting-place." 
 
THE FOX AND THE TRAP. 
 
 CUNNING Fox once thus addressed 
 Her infant pair, with hunger pressed: 
 " Vou see my eyes are not so blear 
 As to mistake what's l)ing here. 
 
 "This object spread 
 
 so still and plain, 
 But shows the tricks 
 
 of human brain. 
 Observe it well, 
 
 it proves a trap, 
 All set and ready 
 
 lor the snap ; 
 And woe to either 
 
 tail or foot, 
 That is by chance 
 
 upon it out. 
 
 iAkdi 
 
 "The fox that stands that fixture o'er 
 Will never enter burrow more, 
 
 Or from the roost, in outhouse low, 
 Drag down the fattest in the row. 
 Beware of objects that appear 
 Upon the surface smooth and clear. 
 
"Imh- underneath, as often found, 
 The vilest dangers may abound. 
 But lay your paw upt)n that bait, 
 That moment would decide your fate. 
 Not all the sprightliness of thews, 
 Not all the art that fears infuse 
 Into the mintl, could then defend, 
 Or save you from a woeful end. 
 That subtle sprini^^ would chans4;e its form, 
 As swift as li<;htning rends the storm. 
 The jaws, that twij^^s and leaves conceal, 
 Would rise in view as ringing .icel. 
 The shining links so deftly passed 
 Around this tree, would hold you fast; 
 
 Then \ain would be your bark or moan. 
 The hunter's heart is hard as stone. 
 At morn he would beside you stand 
 With gun or cudgel in his hand. 
 
 And earth, and trap and foliage stain 
 With blotches of your scattered brain. 
 To pro\e what I am saying now, 
 Hut mark how soon this withered bough, 
 
Though lio;htly pressed A\ith nicest care, 
 Will show the evil liirkinj^- there. 
 
 The trap is sprung-! the daiv^er past, 
 So. with the bait \\e"ll break our fast. 
 
 " Ah. native cunnin^- spoils the plan 
 Of crafty e\il-niincled man, 
 In vain for us they mix the pill, 
 Arrange the trap, or nuisket fill. 
 
 Keep clear your e\es. and cool your head, 
 
 And shun the dangers round \ou spread. 
 
 A mother's blessini;- on you rest. 
 
 Now eat your piece of chicken-breast." 
 
THE CAT AND THi: MOUSE. 
 
 A iTKHise was chased, 
 and in its haste 
 Away from claws to tiy, 
 In use an empty bottle 
 placed, 
 That happened to be nigh. 
 
 ;>!,!",':;'" 
 
 iliill!:(i!ii|ll|ll||,||i. 
 
 Then puss), peeping 
 
 through the neck, 
 Could scarce 
 
 suppress a grin 
 To see how calm 
 it met her gaze, 
 As safe it sat within. 
 
 She turned the bottle 
 
 upside down 
 And shook it 
 
 freely there; 
 But nothing could 
 
 induce the mouse 
 To seek the open air. 
 
S,Vl!l!!,ih|.'l, ((Min 
 , ilr ' " 
 
 Then lying down up(;n the floor 
 She reached a paw 
 
 to take her, 
 But still the mouse 
 
 had room enoui^di, 
 And blessed the bottle-maker. 
 
 She raised the bottle 
 
 overhead 
 
 \\ith all the strength 
 
 she knew, 
 
 And in 
 
 a thousand pieces small 
 
 The port of safety 
 
 flew. 
 
 /^r ,v .'^ ^ 
 
 P)Ut while the fragments 
 
 filled the air, 
 
 The mouse 
 
 with action spry, 
 
 Ouick reached 
 
 another hiding-place. 
 
 And scjueaked a glad 
 
 "good-bye. " 
 
A BACK-\ ARD PARTY. 
 
 NH evening bright there was a sight 
 That should recorded be. 
 All gazed in wonder — well they might- 
 Such funn)' things to see. 
 
 A neighbor's yard is smooth and hard, 
 And through the block extends, 
 
 And there, came lively rats and mice, 
 With town and country friends. 
 
 It may have bc^n a weading scene 
 
 They celebrated there, 
 A birthday party, or soiree. 
 
 Enjoyed in open air. 
 
 But this is plain, whatever -train 
 Had brought the rogues that way. 
 
 From loft and lane and bins of grain, 
 A jovial troop were they. 
 
 The household cat, so sleek and fat, 
 
 Is by the servants fed. 
 And only leaves the rug or mat 
 
 To find her crc:tm and bread. 
 
 So nought was there to harm or scare 
 
 The lively groups below 
 That danced and played in light and shade, 
 
 Or rambled to and fro. 
 
 ^ •» . j^» 
 
No slaves were they to fashion's sway, - . 
 
 With all its outs and ins: 
 
 For some wore gauze or summer straws, 
 While others dressed in skins. ,- : 
 
 Beside the gate, upon a crate j. 
 
 That once held earthen ware, 
 
 An old musician, throned in state, , 
 Gave many a pleasing air. 
 
 He scraped and paw'd and chopped and saw'd, 
 But never seemed to tire, 
 
Though oft his bow would run as though 
 To set the strings on fire; 
 
 While at his side, in pomp and pride, 
 A knowing mouse was stalled, 
 And while the sets he sharply eyed, 
 The mazy dance he called: 
 
 "To partners bow the first, and now 
 To those on either side, 
 Across and back, the lady swing, :^^ 
 Now balance all ! " he cried. ^^^Xift 
 
 Twas charmmg fun to see them run. 
 And curtsey, V ^w, and wheel. 
 Or slip and slide and trip and glide 
 ^*^ Through some plantation reel. 
 
 The smallest mouse about the house, 
 And most destructive rat, 
 Danced half an hour 
 
 with grace and power — 
 An Irish jig at that ; 
 
 Upon a pan the dance began. 
 And round the yard they pass'd, 
 
 But dancing still for life, until 
 The rat gave out at last 
 
 The Highland fling 
 
 and pigeon-wing. 
 The polka and quadrille ; 
 
The waltz and schottish — ^ 
 everything — 
 Was found upon the bill. 
 
 The latest dance 
 
 thr!<- came from France, 
 
 From Germany or Spain, 
 The most delightful hop or prance. 
 
 Their programme did contain. 
 
 And people who could gain a view 
 
 Of either jig or reel 
 Would hardly grudge 
 the lively crew 
 
 A little corn or meal. 
 
 The moon was high And when again 
 
 and morning nigh, 
 Before they 
 quit their pi 
 To shake 
 their paw 
 and say 
 "Good- 
 bye," 
 And pass 
 in pairs 
 away. 
 
 they're in the vein 
 
 To pass a night 
 
DIVIDING THE GAME. 
 
 WO foxes sly, of sharpest sight, 
 Set out to hunt one summer night, 
 Across the hills, around the swales. 
 
 And through the barnyard's gates and rails. 
 They traveled free, and traveled far, 
 Beneath the light of moon and star. ' . 
 
 
 And then, as dawn of morninfj came, 
 
 It found the rogues dividing game. > 
 
 One fox had bagged a rooster stout " 
 
 That seven years, or thereabout. 
 
 Had sat above the rattling horn 
 
 Of stabled cows, and hailed the morn. 
 
 One caught a duck of Russian line, 
 Of heavy build and feather fine, 
 And both at once, with even leap, 
 Had nabbed a snipe while fast asleep. 
 No easy job it seemed to be, 
 Between the two, to halve the three. 
 One claimed the rooster, one the duck. 
 But still the snipe was there to pluck. 
 
And each one thought it was but fair 
 To add the dodger to his share. 
 So there they sat, till day was ripe, 
 Disputing who should have the snipe. 
 
 Each quoting Law to back his claim, 
 Like lawyers in pursuit of game. 
 At last, a hunter passing by 
 Upon the robbers set his eye, 
 And with his double barrel true, 
 Soon rid the country of the two. 
 
THE RUNAWAY PAIR. 
 
 TTPON their way, through country green, 
 A loving pair may now be seen, 
 The steed is fleet whereon they ride, 
 He knows the section, far and wide, 
 
 The woods that frown, the streams that flow 
 The mountains steep and valleys low. 
 He knows where fallen timbers lie 
 Across the creek, now foaming high. 
 
 He knows where branching cedars grow 
 And hide the path that winds below.. 
 No knight of ancient chivalry 
 E'er rode a surer steed than he. ; 
 No spavined foot, no foundered knee, i 
 
 But sound as apple on the tree. ' 
 
 The meadows wide they quickly cross, , 
 
 The pastures bare, the banks of moss, > . 
 
 The rocks and w^oods they leave behind 
 For Union now is in their mind. 
 '/ "A strange affinity." you cry; 
 
 " I think the same as you, and sigh. 
 But who can fathom love affairs, 
 Or who account for ill-matched pairs ? " 
 Enough, a blessing we'll bestow. 
 And watch them as away they go. 
 No angry kindred need pursue. 
 Nor alter wills, or mischief brew. 
 
The loss of friends or rich estate 
 Will not make her forsake her mate; 
 
 Nor threats of punishment or pain 
 Cause him to turn or draw the rein; 
 So those who may object or rave 
 May calm their minds and language save. 
 
 . -^> 
 
 -ifc _ ''-^■^^~ 
 
 
 I 
 
 
 The wondering crow^ds may shut the door, 
 And close the blind and sash once more ; 
 
 The gossip ring may leave the fire 
 And to the bjd again retire, 
 For miles will shortly intervene 
 And hearts be joined at Gretna Green. 
 
A' 
 
 THE ELEPHANT AND DONKEY. 
 
 J\ 
 
 HERE every step requirci! care 
 Once met by chance a rural pair, 
 A Donkey with assurance filled, 
 And Elephant of heavy build. 
 
 •^- 
 
 The latter said, with manners kind, 
 " Here one alone can footing find, 
 So let us choose the safest scheme 
 And singly cross the brawling stream. 
 You're nearest to the shore you see 
 And should, I think, give way to me. 
 When I have cross'd the dangerous place 
 Then you can soon resume your pace." 
 
 "Not so," the Donkey quick replied, 
 Who, blinded by his silly pride. 
 Mistook the traveler's civil air 
 Eor evidence of craven fear; 
 
 And thus went on with haughty tone, 
 "My time is precious as your own. 
 And here I'll stand throughout the day 
 Upon my rights, let come what may." 
 
 Now, angered at conceit so great, 
 The Elephant cut short debate. 
 
He gazed a moment in surprise, 
 And cried, with fire in his eyes, 
 
"Then mark how soon your foolish pride 
 Will bring reward:" He made a stride, 
 And reaching out his trunk, he gave 
 The Donkey such an upward wave, 
 
 High over head, through air he passed, 
 Until some branches held him fast; 
 And people passing by may see 
 His bones, still hanging in the t-ree. 
 
A CHINESE ADVENTURE. 
 
 ^^ HREE heathen men set out one day 
 \ \ To cross the China sea, — 
 
 Ah Hong Wun Ho, Gui Tong Pi Lo, 
 And daring Hup Si Lee. 
 
 But there was not, of all the lot, 
 V^ A single one who knew 
 ^r The proper way, in which to sail, 
 , Upon the ocean blue. 
 
 They may have paddled in a pond, 
 Or crossed a ditch or two. 
 
 But never ventured 
 
 far beyond 
 
 Where water-lilies 
 
 grew. 
 
 With such a glaring, 
 
 sad neglect 
 Of arts that sailors 
 
 prize, 
 
 Some trouble they 
 
 might well expect, 
 
 If hurricanes 
 
 should rise. 
 
 The first was captain 
 
 of the ship. 
 
 He kept an eye 
 
 ahead ; 
 
The second played the part of mate, 
 He steered and heaved the lead. 
 
 The third was boatswain, cook, and crew 
 Which kept him on the go; 
 He had to spread the sail aloft, 
 And make the tea below. 
 
 And all who've sailed upon a lake, 
 A river, sea, or sound. 
 Would know he'd have to keep awake 
 When gales were shifting round. 
 
 There was distress, you well may guess 
 Before^ the facts I show; 
 
 ocean is not always calm, 
 As navigators know. 
 
 The tempests may 
 
 through forests play, 
 And turn the roots on high, 
 Or change their tack 
 and nothing slack, 
 Across the prairies fly. 
 
 And havoc dread, 
 _ at seasons spread, 
 
 ' ll^? As here and there they roam ; 
 
 '^ But short their stay, 
 
 with wood or clay, - 
 
 The ocean is their home. 
 
 / 
 
The winds began, 
 The ship went 
 
 At times she point- 
 As often back 
 
 the billows ran 
 up and down ; 
 ed out to sea, 
 to town. 
 
 The sea-sick captain 
 
 left t:ie bow, 
 
 Between the decks to lie; 
 
 The boatswain, 
 
 busy making tea, 
 
 Let all the canvas fly. 
 
 And, oh ! the mate, 
 
 the silly mate, 
 
 The worst of all was he; 
 
 To find how deep 
 
 the water lay, 
 
 He leaped into the sea. 
 
 Then mate and crew, 
 
 and captain, too. 
 
 Began to yell and roar; 
 
 So people threw 
 
 them out a line, 
 
 And hauled the ship ashore. 
 
 to settle down, 
 rice again ; 
 
 And glad were they 
 
 To rats and ,^ 
 
 To sip their tea ^^^ ^ and talk about 
 The dangers of the main 
 
THE CALM-MINDED MEN. , 
 
 WO sober, philosophic men, 
 Once lived, the story goes. 
 Between the marble Apennines, 
 And where the Tiber flows. 
 
 The date at which they trod the earth, 
 Is down in black and white, 
 Upon some ancient manuscript 
 Now laid away from sight. 
 
 Twas said these worthies could control 
 V .■ The passions, vile or vain, 
 
 Which often wreck the human soul. 
 If given scope or rein. ■ .- 
 
 Their fame had spread to other lands 
 Than that they called their own, 
 In foreign climes and heathen tongues, 
 Their names were widely known. 
 
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 And when they moved along the street, 
 The acclamations loud, - 
 
 Would rise, as though two sceptred kings, 
 Were passing through the crowd. 
 
 In spacious halls and public schools. 
 Their painted portraits hung. 
 
 At once to honor them as men. 
 And stimulate the young 
 
In that dominion lived a prince, 
 A man of thoughtful mind ; 
 
 Who studied, in a searching way, 
 The rest of human kind. 
 
 When men for virtues were extolled, 
 This student, still in doubt, 
 
 Would dive beneath the surface smooth, 
 To bring their failings out. 
 
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He heard of those calm-minded men, 
 Who smiled at every ill, 
 
 And moved through life without complaint, 
 Though up or down the hill. 
 
 He sent an invitation fine, 
 
 With compliments and all. 
 
 Requesting them .o come and dine 
 At his palatial hall. 
 
 The invitation reached their hand, 
 
 And when they broke the seal, 
 
 They smiled acceptance, for in truth 
 They loved a savory meal. 
 
 Oh, whether high or lowly born, 
 
 The scorned or pet of Fame; 
 
 The florid priest, or student pale, 
 H The failing is the same. 
 
 In time they saddled up their steeds 
 f . And started on their way; 
 
 To make a journey to the town, 
 Required a summer's day. 
 
 The farmers rested 
 
 Or laid the 
 And stood to watch 
 Across the 
 
 The birds saluted 
 From branches 
 And monks looked 
 — To bless the 
 
 
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 on their spades, 
 
 tools aside, 
 them as they rode, 
 country wide. 
 
 them with song, 
 
 high in air, 
 :utof convents strong 
 
 worthy pair. - 
 
They took no water on the road, 
 
 No wine, no meat or bread ; 
 
 That they could better justice do, 
 
 To what the host might spread. 
 
 
 And as the sun went circHng round, 
 
 Their behs they often drew ; - — 
 
 To ease the hunger-pain within, 
 
 That seemed to gnaw t,.jm through. 
 
They needed not a bitter draught 
 
 Before they drew the rein, 
 To help them relish any dish, 
 
 However coarse or plain. 
 
 The prince received them in a style 
 
 Befitting men of power, 
 And showed them to a cheerful room 
 
 To wait the banquet hour. 
 
 Above some embers, glowing red, 
 
 A caldron took the heat, 
 That might have served to stew a calf, 
 
 With all its parts complete. 
 
 While on the table, sat in sight 
 A dish of oval mold. 
 
 That could, beneath its cover white. 
 The caldron's burden hold. 
 
 The guests, in waiting, sat one side. 
 
 And felt their lengthy fast; 
 And many a keen, enquiring eye. 
 
 At pot and table cast. 
 
 Said one, " I think our host has got 
 
 A sheep or calf in stew;" 
 The other said, " I think you'll see 
 
 A pudding come in view." 
 
 A pudding! At that magic word 
 
 Their eyes shone like a flame; 
 For pleasing thoughts will ever rise 
 
 At mention of the name. 
 
A pudding ! with, perhaps, a peck 
 Of plums within it rolled; 
 And quarts of yellow sauce prepared 
 To cover all like gold! 
 
 Oh, cheeks may fade, and eyes grow dim 
 And limbs grow weak and lame; 
 But still, through ages, fresh and fair, 
 The pudding charms the same. 
 
 
 Sustained by such surmises sweet, 
 They sat in waiting there; 
 
 Believing, still, the dish in view, 
 Contained the princely fare. 
 
 But, meantime, in another room, 
 A sumptuous feast was spread ; 
 Of soups and meat, confections sweet, 
 And wines both white and red. 
 
 By every plate a flagon stood, 
 At every chair a slave ; 
 
 To promptly pass, with nimble hand, 
 Whate'er the heart might crave. 
 
 And here it was the host's intent, 
 They should at once repair; 
 When it was proved they could, unmoved, 
 Great disappointment bear. 
 
 _ Ere long the prince returned and said, 
 "Approach the dish and view, 
 The tempting feast that's been prepared. 
 For famous men like you." 
 
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Then forwu i to the table ran 
 The men with anxious air; 
 For each one strove to be the first 
 To lay the treasure bare. 
 
 O, lightly blame their acts so rude, 
 
 And pass their failings o'er; 
 
 The knock comes heavy, hard and fast, 
 
 When hunger's at the door. 
 
 One raised the cov- 
 A spoon the 
 
 But great was :heir 
 It empty as 
 
 Then said the prince 
 Through nations 
 But, doubting still, 
 If truth indeed 
 
 er from the dish, 
 other delves; 
 surprise, to find 
 themselves. 
 
 " Your fame is spread 
 new and old; 
 I sought to prove^ 
 was told. 
 
 No disappointment, 'tis averred, 
 Your patient blood can rile; 
 And now, in keeping w^ith reports, 
 I look to see you smile." 
 
 Then rose the two philosophers, 
 Upon the instant there; 
 
 Though not a sentence, or a sign. 
 Was passed between the pair. 
 
 And both commenced to roll their sleeves, 
 
 They tucked, and rolled, and drew; 
 
 Until it seemed their shoulder blades 
 
 Would come at last in view. 
 
And seizing on the struggling host, 
 
 They dragged him to the pot; 
 
 Where, though the fire was extinct, 
 , * The water still was hot. 
 
 They plunged him in the steaming bath, -^ '^ ":; 
 
 They soused him o'er and o'er; __^ 
 
 Until for mercy loud he called, 
 
 And did for servants roar. 
 
And worse the usage might have been, 
 But people rushing in, 
 
 Responding to the master's call, 
 Prevented greater sin. 
 
 Now, when the two philosophers 
 Had reached the door to go, 
 They turned, and thus addressed the host, 
 In accents deep and slow. 
 
 "We leave you now, but with regret; 
 When you attempt again 
 To prove that this or that is so, * 
 Beware of hungry men. 
 
 The temper that is meek and mild, 
 When appetite's appeased; 
 
 May shame the mood of tiger wild, 
 When one is hunger- teased." 
 
 But, "Stay!" replied the noble princs, 
 "You leave not as you came; 
 
 A banquet has been spread within, 
 And you'll enjoy the same. 
 
 There may you eat and drink enough. 
 No vengeance shall be sought; 
 
 Although it cost me usage rough, 
 I've proved what long I thought- 
 
 When hunger enters in the nest. 
 Then patience flutters out; 
 
 No room for both within the breast, 
 However broad or stout." 
 
So down they sat, as well they might, 
 To break their lengthy fast; 
 
 And oft' the silver cup was drained, 
 And oft' the plate was passed. 
 
 And when that couple took the road, 
 It was by people told, 
 They knew not whether sun or moon, 
 Or stars above them rolled. 
 
 But soon the story got abroad, 
 And circled far and wide; 
 
 How thev had failed to stand the test 
 The cunning prince applied. 
 
 It traveled still, as rumors will, 
 And told against their fame; 
 
 They were not masters of themselves, 
 Although they had the name. 
 
 So down 
 in schools 
 Came portraits 
 To lie in dusty 
 By spiders 
 
 from walls, 
 and halls, 
 
 once so prized; 
 lumber lofts, 
 criticised. 
 
THE SULTAN OF THE EAST. 
 
 I HERE was a Sultan of the East 
 Who used to ride a stubborn beast; 
 A marvel, of the donkey-kind, 
 That much perplexed his owner's mind. 
 By turns he moved a rod ahead, 
 Then backed a rod or so instead; 
 
 And thus the day would pass around, 
 The Sultan gaining little ground. 
 I The servants on before would stray 
 
 • ' And pitch their tents beside the way. 
 
 And pass the time as best they might, 
 ■' Until their master hove in sight. 
 
 The Sultan many methods tried: 
 
 He clicked, and coaxed, and spurs applied, 
 
 And stripped a dozen trees, at least, 
 
 Of branches, to persuade the beast. 
 
 But all his efforts went for naught; 
 
 No reformation coul'd be wrought. 
 
 At length, before the palace gate 
 
 He called the wise men of the state. 
 
 And bade them now their skill display 
 
 By finding where the trouble lay. 
 
 With solemn looks and thoughts profound. 
 The men of learning gathered round. 
 
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Said they: "Your Highness! 
 
 It appears 
 
 The beast is sound 
 
 from hoof to ears; 
 
 No outward blemishes we see 
 
 The beast was measured 
 
 o'er with care; 
 
 They proved him by 
 
 the plumb and square , 
 
 The compass to his ribs applied, 
 
 And every joint by rule 
 
 was tried ; 
 
 But nothing could 
 
 the doctors find 
 
 To prove him different 
 
 from his kind 
 
 To limit action fair and free. 
 Each bone is in its proper place, 
 Each rib has its allotted space; 
 His wind is good, 
 
 his sinews strong, 
 Throughout the frame 
 
 there's nothing wrong. 
 
In view of this, the fact is plain 
 The mischief lies within the brain. 
 Now, we suggest, to stop his tricks, 
 A sail upon his back you fix, 
 ■ " . Of goodly size, to catch the breeze 
 
 , And urge him forward where you please." 
 
 ■ The Sultan well their wisdom praised; 
 Two masts upon the beast were raised, 
 And, schooner-rigged from head to tail, 
 With halliards, spanker-boom, and sail. 
 In proper shape equipped was he, 
 As though designed to sail the seal 
 
 And when the Sultan next bestrode 
 That beast upon a lengthy road, 
 .. V-' ;.. With favoring winds, that whistled strong 
 And swiftly urged the craft along, 
 The people cleared the track with speed; 
 And old and young alike agreed 
 A stranger sight could not be found, 
 From side to side the province round. 
 
A LESSON FOR YOUNG MICE. 
 
 Y children," said the knowing mouse, 
 "I've lived for years within this house. 
 Through winter's cold and summer's heat, 
 I found sufficient food to eat. 
 I know the place where cookies lie. 
 And where to look for cheese and pie; 
 There's not a corner, as you see, 
 
 About the place that's strange to me. 
 Speak of the roof, I'll tell you where 
 A shingle's gone or rafter bare; 
 Speak of the basement, if you will, 
 I'll tell you of the rotting sill. 
 The cellar drain, or planking loose. 
 That you, in need can turn to use. 
 So, take the kind advice I give. 
 To hold in memory while you live. 
 
 Oh, always move, my children dear, 
 As though you knew the cat was near ; 
 Each step with due precision weigh, 
 For it may give your life away. 
 Far better have an extra share 
 Of caution, than to lose a hair. 
 And, though the cat be in the yard. 
 Or close at hand, be on your guard, 
 
You'll find longevity depends ^ , - 
 
 On watching well both foes and friends. 
 Ne'er venture off till you survey 
 
 The ground where you propose to play. 
 
 See that the holes are near at hand, 
 
 In case they fall in great demand. 
 
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 And if the cat comes prowling nigh, 
 
 Ah, then's the time you must be spry; 
 
 Now don't be hoping pussy's blind, 
 
 Or hard of hearing, slow, or kind; 
 
 Nor think the years she has enjoyed, 
 
 Have blunted claws so oft' employed, 
 For puss has both the way and will 
 
 To keep them fit for service still ; 
 
 Oh, never think she'll quit the chase 
 
 Until you reach your hiding-place. 
 . * For when you judge her speed must fail, 
 
 She'll turn up nearest to your tail ; 
 She'll strive to take you by surprise. 
 
 Because the cat is counted wise. 
 
 And, as a prowling foe severe. 
 
 Has not an equal, far or near; 
 
For, light as Fancy dips her oar, 
 
 Comes pussy's footstep on the floor. 
 
 Now, when a hiding-place you gain, 
 
 Contented there for hours remain ; 
 
 Let moon and stars to ocean roll, 
 
 But stick you steadfast to the hole. 
 - For puss with patient mind is blessed. 
 
 And will your greatest cunning test ; 
 Through wind, and rain, and falling dew. 
 She'll keep her watch, a sentry true. 
 
 I would that, in your youthful brain, 
 
 You could these wholesome hints retain, 
 
 Because the time will come, no doubt, 
 When little cream will be about; 
 
When poultry, meat, or even fish, 
 
 Is all too high for pussy's dish; 
 
 When chirping birds and songsters go 
 
 To regions free from ice and snow, 
 
 And then the cat will turn her mind, 
 
 _- i 'rt ' -, ' 
 
 With double zeal, some mice to find." 
 
 THE FOX IN OLD AGE. 
 
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 OW, father, you are growing old," 
 The little foxes said; 
 
 "Your hair is turning dull and gray. 
 That once was bright and red. 
 
 The teeth are dropping from the jaws 
 
 That used to break the bones. 
 
 And what were once your burning paws 
 Now feel as cold as stones. 
 
 Your step is not so sure, we know, 
 
 As once in days of yore; 
 
 You often stumble as you go, 
 
 When nothing lies before. 
 
 You'll not be eating turkey long; 
 So tell us, father, please, 
 
 What you went through when young and strong, 
 7 Ere we were round your knees." 
 
The fox to answer them was slow, 
 And from his almond eye 
 
 He wiped a tear-drop with his toe, 
 Before he made reply. 
 
 *' I dare not tell you, children dear. 
 
 The struggles and the strife; 
 
 'Twould make you shrink away and fear 
 To venture forth in life. 
 
" Hy various paths we all must go, 
 Though rough or smooth they be ; 
 
 Some find the turkeys roosting low 
 Some find them in the tree. 
 
 " We move in danger, day and night, 
 
 Beset b) cares and ills ; 
 What often seems a harmless bite, 
 
 May hold some poison pills 
 
 ' I once could stand a lengthy chase, 
 When active, young, and bold ; 
 
 And gave the hounds fiill many a ra..e 
 Across the country cold. 
 
 " The yawning trap the silence broke — 
 When least I thought of foes ; 
 
 And with a vicious snap awoke 
 Beneath my very nose. 
 
 *' I've ventur'd, when the sun was bright. 
 And bagged the ducks and drakes; 
 
 When unsuspecting farmers might 
 Have reached me with their rakes. 
 
 " But cunning now must take the place 
 Of boldness, dash, and speed ; 
 
 When eyes grow dim 
 
 and legs grow slim. 
 We must with care proceed. 
 
 "But see! the moon her beauty flaunts 
 Above the mountain's head ; 
 
 And I must find the rabbits' haunts, 
 And you must find your bed. 
 
ADVICE OUT OF SEASON. 
 
 ( C 'X /T^ darlings," said the mother bear, 
 
 -^ ^ -*^ " You should have passed the hive with care, 
 .. . . - - ./'-■'] And not have tried to bring it home, 
 .; However sweet may be the comb 
 
 
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 I thought you knew, as well as me, 
 
 What dangers lurk behind the bee. 
 
 For not a thing that flies or crawls, 
 
 With greater venom on us falls; 
 
And when you think they're in the air, 
 
 They're holding revels in your hair. 
 
 The sweeping paw is all in vain, 
 
 The leap in air, or cry of pain; 
 
 ^^^daK^0i::^mM£'{ coy 
 
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 For, quicker than the smartest fling, 
 
 Will come the penetrating sting. 
 
 I know temptations try us hard, 
 
 And oft' we fail, when off our guard, 
 
 And I will now inform your mind 
 
 On matters of this special kind." 
 
**0h, mother, dear, in mercy pause," 
 
 Replied the cub, through swollen jaws; 
 "Your kind advice, an hour ago, 
 
 Had saved us much distress and woe. 
 My nose would not be such a sight. 
 
 My eyes could better reach the light; 
 
 My mouth would not be traveling round 
 
 To find the ear now dull to sound. 
 But now youi \,ords seem out of place, 
 Because we understand the case ; 
 
 And could sit here till morning's sun. 
 
 Explaining how the work was done. 
 How, fast, we lost the charm and grace. 
 And symmetry of form and face ; 
 
 How, fast, the day was turned to n"ght. 
 
 The laugh to groan, the fun to fright 
 Oh! doubly dull, indeed, is he 
 
 Who meddles with the spiteful bee." 
 
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 THE UxNHAPPY LION. 
 
 LION thus mused on his station in life; 
 "A monarch am I of renown, 
 
 The tiger, and others, who met me in strife, 
 No longer lay claim to the crown. 
 
 When roaring around in search of my prey, 
 " I jar the tall trees to the root; 
 
 The hills seem to nod, the rocks to give way, 
 And the stars from their orbits to shoot. 
 
 The elephant, surly and large as a house, 
 
 Will shake to his toes at the sound; 
 
 The woodchuck, the weasel, the coney and mouse, 
 Make haste to their holes in the ground. 
 
 I sit on the hill and look over the vale. 
 And all give attention to me; 
 
 At flash of my eye or switch of my tail, 
 The country is ^ ^s. mine to the sea. 
 
 But this is the / WJ^^k \ ^^^^^^ ^^'^^ S"^^"^^ 
 
 to the / MsiSi' \ ^^^^' 
 
 And ever will / ^jK^^HL- \ sadden my breast. 
 
 In spite of my | JPW^^^ *^-^^' "^^ ^^°^" 
 
 and my I ^^Hi^^^^^M^^ / ^^^^' 
 I'm only a beast \; M^^^^^^^^^^^m: I ^* ^^^ best." 
 
 " And one," cried ^H^PRSK^ ^ monkey, 
 "who ever ^^Kl'''^* A^gf^ is found, 
 Despised like a thief by the rest, 
 
Who hasn't a friend, all the continent round, 
 From the purpling east to the West." 
 
 The monarch then uttered a sorrowful groan, 
 And crawling away to his den. 
 
 He buried his crown, and never was known 
 To wear it in public again. 
 
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 LISTENING TO THE ROOSTER CROW. 
 
 HOUGH the night be dark or clear, 
 Or the ground be white with snow; 
 Still I love to listen here 
 
 To the Rooster's lusty crow. 
 
 " Oh, the thrush may chant her hymn. 
 With a voice so sweet and rare; 
 Or the robin from the limb, 
 Fill with melody the air. 
 
 " Oh, the nightingale may cheer, 
 
 And the lark its powers show ; 
 But more pleasing to mine ear, 
 
 Is the Rooster's rousing crow. 
 
 " Ah, 'tis lucky for the rogue 
 
 That the barn is boarded tight ; 
 And the button on the door 
 
 Is above my reach, to-night. 
 
 " Or, from there amongst the hens, 
 I would haul him with a flurry ; 
 
 And across the frozen fields, 
 
 Would escort him in a hurry 
 
 But the time may come around, - 
 When the farmer may forget 
 To securely shut the door, 
 
 And reward my patience yet. 
 
 " So let skies be dark or bright, 
 Let the snow conceal the crest, 
 
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 Of the hill, or mountain height, 
 And the blizzard do its best 
 
 While I have a heart to beat, 
 And a foot to come and go, 
 
 Here I'll listen in my seat ^ 
 To the Rooster's lusty crow." 
 
A NIGHT ALARM. 
 
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 OW what's the hubbub? what's the go? 
 There's something in the well below; 
 I hear it 
 splashing 
 round. 
 
 It's not a frog, a hen, or cat, 
 But something larger yet than that; 
 It weighs an 
 : hundred 
 
 '; pound. V 
 
 It sinks at times, but rises still, 
 Then splashes, like a water-mill, 
 And makes a - , 
 
 grunting 
 ;* , ^ \- sound. * 
 
 Come bring a lantern, bring a line. 
 For something's in this well of mine, 
 And something 
 stout and 
 big. 
 
 • Now hold the light and let us see 
 The object plainly; mercy me I 
 . It's widow 
 
 Murphy's 
 
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 Cock Robin. 
 

 
 Who killed Cock Robin, where the lilies grow? 
 
 I, said the sparrow, with my bow and arrow, 
 
 I laid him low. 
 
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Who'll make a shroud so costly and fine? t^-^Tulf-K? 
 
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 I said the beetle, 
 With my thread and needle, ^?> 
 The task will be mine. r^4}^''^w,^ 
 
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Who'll dig a grave in the yew-tree shade ? 
 I, said the mole, will soon make a hole, 
 I'll dig the grave with my pickax and spade 
 
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 ,,^_^.,^j^^.. Who'll toll the bell in the chapel tower? 
 \ \ I said the daw, with my long claw, 
 
 Palme p^ co>^ 
 
 I'll toll the bell for half an hour. 
 
Who'll bear a blazing torch in the case? 
 I, said the kite, will carry the light, 
 And show the way to the burial place. 
 
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 ^ Who'll bear the pall, both careful and slow ? 
 I, said the stork, 
 
 With a measured stride, 
 My legs are long 
 
 and my shoulders wide, 
 I'll bear the pall 
 to the plain below. 
 
'^^'pU ) , Who'll sing a psalm as the hearse goes by ? 
 9^ ^4=rr^ I g^j^ ^j^^ thrush, 
 
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 if others will hush, 
 
 '>^^*^^^.'''H'^' -^- ->^ 1 ^^^ ^^'^^ ^ ^^^^^ ^^^^ bring tears 
 "^'vs^^^k^^ '^^'^^ to the eve. 
 
 to the eye. 
 
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 ^t)"e. ,X'^^^\ Who'll be the parson with faith and trust ? 
 
 ^iM^kA ^yM^>mfSmi^j.^ „y book. 
 
 C^ ^^S-*^^'^%> "ashes to ashes 
 ^^jm>^- >-' and dust to dust" 
 
 I, said the rook, 
 will read from 
 
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Who'll mark the songster's earthy bed ? 
 I, said the bat, will attend to that, 
 
 I'll carve his name on the tree at his head. 
 
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 Who'll keep it green when summer is here ? ■<'.-<. 
 I, said the hare, will plant flowers there, ^^^^ 
 I'll keep it screen throue:h many- a year. -^^==— ^ 
 
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Who suffered for his fault, ere a week rolled by ? 
 
 Who, but the sparrow, that shot the fatal arrow, 
 
 And roused the indignation of all creatures far and nigh. 
 
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 THE NORMAN KING. 
 
 ROM a foreign war returning 
 
 Rode the stalwart Norman king, 
 With the captives and the plunder 
 
 Such incursions used to bring. 
 
 Oft' the king surveyed the pageant 
 Winding through the deep defiles, 
 
 Banners streaming, weapons gleaming, 
 Front and rear for many miles. 
 
 "What," thought he, "though half my soldiers 
 Are behind, in trenches laid; .5 
 
 Well the treasure, slaves and glory, 
 Have the country's loss repaid." 
 
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 But the king had long been absent, 
 
 And, at home, his subjects found. 
 
 That the country better prospered 
 
 While no monarch was around. 
 
 So the warring Norman ruler, 
 
 When he reached his home at last. 
 
Heard no joyful demonstrations 
 
 From the people, as he passed. 
 
 " Where's my welcome ?" cried the monarch, 
 "Where the shouts and wreaths of bay? 
 
 Where's the music ? Where the arches, 
 That should bend above my way? 
 
 " Have I fought, and have I battered 
 Gates and Pagan temples down, 
 
 To return again, unnoticed, 
 
 Like a market-man to town ? 
 
 Tell me, Bishop, in my absence, 
 What has changed the people's tone ? 
 Are my subjects dead or sleeping. 
 That no welcome here is shown ? " 
 
 .;•., " Royal master," said the Bishop, 
 
 " With you went the fighting kind, ' 
 ■ " Those destructive, non-producers, 
 
 •' ' • • •' Who in peace no pleasure find. 
 
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 "Those that rather raze a castle, 
 Plunder towns and bridges burn, 
 
Than with stubborn plows to wrestle, 
 And the lengthening furrow turn. 
 
 "These, who labored while you wandered, 
 Are inclined to peaceful arts; 
 Prizing, rather, home attractions. 
 Than renown in distant parts. 
 
 "Would it were your royal pleasure. 
 Now in peace to live and reign ; 
 Taking pride in herds of cattle. 
 Fruited trees and fields of grain. 
 
 
 
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 *' If some must have spears and arrows, 
 
 Let it be your sovereign wish. 
 That, instead of spearing neighbors. 
 They resort to ^^ spearing fish. 
 
 "Let 
 them shoot the wolves -^ 
 and vultures, 
 That are preying on our flocks ; 
 And the prancing charger harness, 
 To assist the patient ox." 
 
 "What!" exclaimed the king in anger, 
 " Turn my soldiers into swains ? 
 And, instead of sacking cities, 
 
 Guide the plow on stony plains? 
 
 "Spend our days in peaceful labor, 
 Coaxing vines to climb a string? 
 
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 Reaping rye or weeding onions, 
 111 becomes a Norman king!" 
 
 "Too much warfare," said the Bishop, 
 Has retarded useful toil; 
 While destroying Pagan temples. 
 You've neglected Norman soil. 
 
 Teach your soldiers arts of tillage, 
 Let the flags of war be furled ; 
 
 Better rule a peaceful nation 
 Than to ruin half the world." 
 
 
 
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 *' Let the females," said the monarch, 
 " Break the flax and trim the vine ; 
 
 Men were made for breaking lances, 
 Not for herding sheep or swine. 
 
 " By my sword, so keen and trusty, 
 
 By the battle-ax I wield. 
 By my shield and helmet rusty, 
 ^" From the dews of foreign field; 
 
 " By the golden crown I wrested 
 ■:, From a brother's hand, in gore; 
 
Such a rogue, with robes invested, 
 Never crossed my path bcfon^ I 
 
 "Mercy shall not 
 In preserving 
 
 If, upon his knees, 
 With his nose 
 
 "Seize him, sol- 
 Drag him to a 
 
 Let my archers. 
 Use the rebel 
 
 here be wasted, 
 such a knave; 
 
 he begged it, 
 upon the pave. 
 
 ' '^'^^^y } diers, on the instant, 
 ^j:.C^|7?ii, dungeon dark; 
 on the morrow, 
 for a mark!" 
 
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 But the monarch's mind was troubled, 
 Though his voice was bold and loud ; 
 
 Like a sword the truth had pierced him, 
 There among the listening crowd. 
 
 All night long he tossed and tumbled, 
 
 Sleepless, on the royal bed, 
 
 For the Bishop's words kept running 
 
 Ever through the monarch's head. 
 
 Better rule a peaceful nation 
 Than to ruin, rob and kill : 
 
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 "Though his voice," he cried, "be silenced, 
 All his sayings haunt me still ! 
 
 "Words by fellow-creature spoken, 
 
 Never moved me so before; 
 And, though pleasure I have gathered, 
 
 From the battle's din and roar 
 
 "Every soldier and retainer, 
 
 Shall lay sword and spear aside ; 
 
 And in peace to rule the nation. 
 Shall in future be my pride " 
 
 So, the mornmg brought the Bishcp, 
 From the cell to light of day; 
 
 And the soldiers, all astounded. 
 Heard the solemn sovereign say: 
 
 "Bishop, go your way in safety, 
 Free from fetter, chain or lock; 
 
 Tame the savage, save the sinner, 
 Gather daily to your flock. 
 
 "I will let the fierce Egyptians, 
 Slumber in their tents secure ; 
 
 Never more molest the Persian, 
 Or surprise the swarthy Moor. 
 
 "All the liberal arts shall flourish, 
 
 Every wicked custom die; 
 None shall labor, unrewarded. 
 
 Or in cruel bondage lie." 
 
 " Turn your thoughts to ploughing acres, 
 
 Ye who have been ploughing breasts ; 
 Train your hands to chopping forests. 
 
 Ye who traveled, cleaving crests. 
 
" Names of fighters, thieves, or wreckers, 
 Shall no more with glory sound; 
 But the prizes shall be showered. 
 Where the greatest thrift is found. 
 
 " He shall henceforth be most honored, 
 Who the largest field has mowed ; 
 
 And whose fruit trees, vines and bushes, 
 Bend beneath the greatest load." 
 
 Soon a wondrous change was noted, 
 All throughout the Norman land ; 
 There the Monarch and the Bishop, 
 For the people's welfare planned. 
 
 In the field the soldiers labored, 
 
 With a sweet conten;,ment blessed; 
 While in peace, as once in warfare, 
 
 Oft' the Monarch led the rest. 
 
 While the sound of drum or trumpet. 
 
 All the pageant and the roar 
 Of a martial demonstration, 
 
 Stirred them not, as heretofore. 
 
 Weapons that, in many battles. 
 
 Paralyzed the Pagan foe, 
 Now, on poles, in corn-fields hanging. 
 
 Keep aloof the cawing crow. 
 
 And in wealth and population, 
 
 Never did a land increase 
 Like the Norman King's possessions, 
 
 While he fostered arts of Peace. ^■'"•dff^ 
 
 
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THE FAIRIES AND THE CRUEL FARMER. 
 
 ^ 
 
 -'•/ 
 
 
 One night some fairies 
 sauntered round, 
 Within a farmer's 
 
 pasture ground; 
 And while on rocks 
 and hillocks green, 
 They paused to rest 
 and view the scene. 
 They held a sort of 
 running talk. 
 About the way he 
 used his stock. 
 

 Said one, " I've known this farmer long, 
 A man of will and passion scrong. 
 Whose heavy hand is quick to fall 
 On patient brutes, in sty or stall. 
 The sounding blows, when to his cart 
 H€ yokes the steers, would pain your heart. 
 He plucks hts geese to sell the down, 
 And they must wander through the town 
 With but a feather, here and there. 
 To shield them from the winter air." 
 
 Another said, " But harder still 
 He treats the sheep on yonder hill ; 
 To know his own, if they should stray 
 To other flocks or fields away, 
 With cruel hand he takes a shears 
 And haggles notches in their ears. 
 He pokes his pigs, and clips their tails, 
 And in the nose sticks rusty nails, 
 To make them squeal, whene'er they start 
 To practice at their special art. 
 
 To-night we'll tell these creatures dumb, 
 How they can tyrants overcome; 
 We'll speak about the wrongs they bear. 
 The galling yokes and scars they wear; 
 Remind them of the power they hold, 
 And stir them up to action bold. 
 The coward heart still beats behind 
 The hand that strikes the helpless kind; 
 And should these creatures make a show 
 Of bold resistance to his blow, 
 
Through fear, he may- 
 be glad to sell 
 To neighbors that 
 will use them well; 
 
 So each one do the best he can, 
 
 To save them from 
 
 this cruel man; 
 
 Let one go whisper to the mare, 
 
 Another to the pig repair ; 
 
 It listens with attentive ear, 
 The counsel of a friend to hear ; 
 To sheep and cows let 
 
 some proceed, 
 A hint is all the goat will need; 
 
 While more the donkey's mind enrich. 
 
 With cunning ways to shun the switch/ 
 
Now here and there, with one intent, 
 
 Around the grounds the Fairies went. 
 
 Some stirred the geese from their repos( 
 
 To talk about their painful woes, 
 
 And spoke of down in pillows pressed, 
 
 That still upon their backs should rest. 
 
 And some enraged the chafing boar, 
 
 Against the ornaments he wore. 
 
 "That nose," said they, "was sure' - made 
 
 To turn the sod, like plow or spade; 
 
 But nasal rings, designed to stay, 
 
 Now bar your pleasure, day by day." 
 
 And others whispered round till morn, 
 
 ., Tr ij """^\ About the use of heel and horn; 
 
 " If courage could ^ 
 
 supplant your fear," 
 
 They reasoned with the patient steer, 
 
 '* You have the tools, and have the might. 
 
 To toss him higher than a kite." 
 
 To goats and gentle sheep they said, 
 
 " Yor have the force, and have the head, ■'m.'^mmmi^ 
 
 To bruise the flesh or break the bone; 
 
 Then why submit to stick or stone?" 
 
 Then when regard to all was paid. 
 
 The Fairies sought the forest shade 
 
 i,C' 
 
 When next the surly farmer strode 
 Among his stock, with whip and goad, 
 He noticed mischief lurking nigh, 
 In tossing horn and rolling eye. 
 In heads that turned where heels should rest, 
 And heels that turned where heads were best. 
 
,5"^ 
 
 ;w 
 
 Of every drop the 
 What else could make 
 And greet me with 
 He called for aid 
 For serving men, 
 To help him beat 
 He proved him- 
 But one, ere long, 
 
 The ready goat, with courage large, 
 Was gauging distance for a charge ; 
 The donkey's heels flew round like flails; 
 The heifer danced upon the pails. 
 
 The ox and horse, in front, combined ; 
 The geese, the sheep, and pigs, behind ; 
 In vain his whip he flourished round, 
 For still unmov'd they held theirground, 
 Till forming fast a circle wide, 
 They hemmed him in on every side. 
 
 "Some scoundrel in the night," cried he, 
 "Gave liquor to my stock, I see; 
 Or else, the cider-mill they've drained 
 
 tank 
 
 con tain ed. 
 these creatures rise, 
 this wild surprise ? " 
 w^ith lusty yell, 
 and wife as well; 
 the stock, until 
 self a master still, 
 found all his art 
 
 m.. 
 
 At jumping high, or dodging smart. 
 Was scarce enough when billy's mind 
 To active measures was inclined. 
 
 Another found some cause for fear 
 In shining tusk, that flourished near; 
 While round the yard, with injured pride, 
 The boss himself was forced to ride; 
 And all were soon compelled to beat 
 To calmer fields, a swift retreat. 
 
Where safer quarters they could find, - ■ 
 And time to plaster, stitch and bind. . 
 
 The farmer wiped his dripping brow. 
 And thus, addressed his' partner now : 
 " Good wife, I long have thought to sell, 
 And .11 some thriving city dwell. 
 
 Where we no more may have the care 
 Of hooking cow, or kicking mare; 
 Where sheep and pigs are only found 
 In markets, selling by the pound ; 
 ' And fowls but seldom meet the eye, 
 
 ,U— Until upon your plate they lie. 
 
While you have ever used your voice 
 Against my judgment, or my choice; 
 But now no counsel will avail ; 
 At once I'll advertise a sale, 
 And make a sweep of everything 
 That lifts a hoof or flaps a wing; 
 The kind with horn, the kind without. 
 The kind with bill, the kind with snout; 
 The big and little, high or low, 
 Shall, unreserved, by auction go." 
 
 The sale was called upon the ground. 
 The people came for miles around ; 
 And some bought single, some by lot, 
 While some bid hard, but nothing got. 
 The sheep went here, the donkey there, 
 In other walks the goat and mare; 
 Until the whole concern was sold, 
 And other hands the stock controlled. 
 
 \ So all were glad enough to find, 
 A pleasant home, with masters kind* 
 Where cows receiv- ^^^^^^m^, ed the kindest care, 
 
 ^».-^V1*V -^r^ the best of fare ; 
 
 stand to eat a fill, 
 
 sv sod at will; 
 their feathers wore, 
 
 them no more ; 
 ored on the land, 
 
 And lived upon 
 Where pigs could 
 Or root the gras- 
 So geese, in pride, 
 Until they needed 
 While such as lab 
 
 Were guided by a gentle hand. 
 
TURNING A NEW LEAF. 
 
 N New-Year's Eve, a band of brothers, 
 
 The bear, the wolf, the fox, and others, 
 _ , Of every nature, bad and good, 
 
 Assembled in a darksome wood. 
 
 It was, indeed, a stirring sight. 
 
 That dreary, cold, December night, 
 . ■ While limbs were weighted down with snow, 
 
 And frost was bridging streams below. 
 
 To see them come, from far and near, 
 To hold a friendly meeting here. 
 
 As Bruin seldom moves around. 
 While snow is lying on the ground. 
 The other beasts, who well can face 
 A wintry blast, or lengthy race. 
 In force assembled near the lair 
 Of their respected Brother Bear. 
 
 From silent cedar swamps profound. 
 The rabbit came, with lightsome bound. 
 Like shaft, projected by the bow, 
 He shoots, where'er he cares to go. 
 On feet by generous nature planned 
 
 For either snow or summer sand. 
 
 The hardy fox had tramped for weeks. 
 
 O'er frozen fields and mountain peaks, 
 ^- - .<:* Or sat for hours on crusted snow, 
 
 - -- -" ~:~" To view the barn-yard scenes below. 
 
l_^ 
 
 And there the wolf, through forest dark, 
 Had ran for miles, with howling bark. 
 And eyes, that seemed to throw a ray 
 To light the rover on his way; 
 
 Enduring heat and cold the same, 
 
 He took the seasons as they came, 
 
 And little cared what scarred his hide, 
 If but his stomach was supplied. 
 
 %. 
 
 When beasts of every shape ana hue, , 
 
 Had gathered round, in order due, 
 The shaggy bear the silence broke. 
 And thus, in solemn accents, spoke: 
 "The year now drawing to a close 
 
 Has brought its share of joys and woes: 
 It saw us feasting on the best 
 
 The thrifty farmer's fold possessed; 
 It saw us, too, with aching head, 
 _ Go, lame and supperless, to bed; 
 
 And now, beneath this wintry bower, 
 ~~r; " " It seems to me a fitting hour 
 
For us to mend our ways; in brief, 
 To turn in life another leaf 
 
 There's not a creature of us all 
 
 But nas some fault, however small, 
 / That we should leave behind us here, 
 
 Upon the threshold of the year. 
 As for myself, I stand aghast. 
 
 When I review the summer past. 
 I fancy still 
 I hear the cry 
 
 Of children, as 
 
 I bounded nigh; 
 
 The squealing pig, 
 
 and bleating sheep 
 I often hear, 
 when fast asleep; 1 
 And tho', perhaps, 
 I'm not the worst, 
 I here discard my #- 
 
 faults the first. (>- 
 
 No more the farmer's sheep I'll rend, ■?' 
 
 Or hug the calf, like bosom friend ; 
 No more beneath the starry sky, 
 
 I'll drag the porker from the sty; 
 
 The fruit of field, and yellow grain, 
 
 In future shall my life sustain.' ^ ■ • 
 Then, next in order to the bear. 
 
 The wolf refnarked, with humble air, 
 " I, too, might speak of troubled sleep, 
 Of night alarms and worried sheep, 
 
i 
 
 it 
 
 Of tender kids, 
 or frightened steed, 
 Of traveler's bones, 
 and hunter treed. ... 
 
 My faults are many 
 as the stars. 
 My virtues fewer 
 than my scars ; 
 I feel that I 
 should not be last 
 To mourn my 
 actions in the past. 
 And here resolve, 
 no more to prey 
 On other things 
 that cross my way." , 
 He ceased, and sinking in his place. 
 Behind his paws concealed his face. 
 
 The rat that breakfasted on pie. 
 And lunched on cheese, now gave a sigh. 
 And speaking meekly through his nose. 
 Did thus his leading sin disclose: 
 "Though little blood in fact I shed, 
 While picking up my daily bread. 
 Some faults exist, I frankly own ; 
 My thievish ways are widely known. 
 I've nibbled bags and boxes through, 
 
 And ruined carpets, old and new, 
 
 When hunger gnawed within me more, 
 Than I at barriers before. 
 
You'll see by scratches on my tail, 
 
 How near my lite was pussy's nail ; 
 
 But, through stout heart and hopeful soul, 
 
 1 struggled on and reached the hole. 
 
 /'AL.'^eti cox 
 
 For striving once the bait to get, 
 
 And leave the trap still nicely set — 
 
 A trick that fools alone would dare — 
 
 A broken nose through life I'll bear. 
 
^ 
 
 Then, with a 
 The weasel next 
 " My coat," said he, 
 Which mi^ht imply 
 But when you l<now 
 You'll think me 
 Whilst midnight 
 Around the man- 
 I crept beneath 
 And killed him, as 
 I ate the chick- 
 And did such things 
 
 But better nose than neck should crack, 
 
 Which would have gone had I been slack. 
 
 But when you speak of good reform, 
 
 I feel the heart within me warm ; 
 
 And though folks leave the pantry door 
 
 Wide open, nightly, evermore, 
 
 Hereafter, when I reach the place, 
 
 I'll pass it with averted face." 
 
 dry 
 
 I 
 
 promise. 
 
 there- 
 
 At once, a 
 
 and wheezy squeak, 
 began to speak ; 
 " is clean and white, 
 a conscience bright; 
 my life, I'm sure 
 anything but pure, 
 hung her sable pall, 
 ger, mow, and stall, 
 the rooster bold, 
 the hours he told ; 
 ens in the shell, 
 I shame to tell ; 
 fore, I '11 begin 
 
 better name to win." 
 The skunk, the coon, and badger gray, 
 All stood in turn and had their say; 
 But when the fox rose in his place. 
 All eyes w^ere fastened on his face, 
 For he was known, to great and small. 
 As master-villain of them all. 
 " I would," said he, " I could restore 
 The poultry to the yards once more, 
 
Which, in the season passed away, 
 
 I have purloined by night and day. 
 
 No more they'll roost in drowsy row, 
 
 
 
 The'WiclowGilej. i 
 
 Their bones lie underneath the snow; 
 
 Their downy coats have served to line 
 
 The robin's nest in beech and pine ; 
 The mother duck will lead no more 
 Her young along the weedy shore; 
 I stripped the pond of all the breed, 
 And never left a fowl for seed. 
 
 The Widow Giles, below the mill, 
 Is looking for her goslings still. 
 Poor soul ! I never set her stand, 
 With anxious face and shading hand. 
 But I regret the part I played 
 That evening, by the alder shade. 
 
 And Farmer Dobbs can never tell 
 What took the fowl he fed so well. 
 For weeks and weeks, at eve and morn. 
 He stuffed her crop with wheat and corn. 
 
 
 -.rir;' 
 
 And sent his invitations out. 
 
 To aunts and uncles, miles about. 
 
 For old and young to come, betimes, 
 - And pick her bones, at Christmas chimes ; 
 

 But, thanks to me. 
 
 'Twas pork that on 
 
 But had it been 
 
 To taste that tur- 
 
 upon that day, 
 their platters lay; 
 their happy lot 
 key, cold or hot. 
 
 As round the table there they sat. 
 They would, indeed, have found her fat." 
 He paused, and with a trembling paw. 
 Removed a tear-drop from his jaw, 
 Then said : " I, too, within the year, 
 . Saw hopes deferred, 
 
 and days of fear. 
 I've touched the poison 
 
 with my nose, 
 I've heard the trap beneath me close, 
 I've felt the breath 
 
 of straining hound. 
 Upon my haunch at every bound; 
 And past my ears, 
 
 with lightning speed, 
 I've heard the whizzing lead proceed. 
 But, through the year now drawing nigh, 
 To lead a blameless life I'll try." 
 
 And there, beneath the swaying trees. 
 
 As round them played the whistling breeze. 
 And from the sky, the queen of night 
 Looked down upon the pleasing sight, 
 ; -.^ ^. With many a vow and promise true. 
 They all resolved to start anew; 
 And, let us hope, in after days 
 
 vr- They followed peaceful, honest ways; 
 
 :^' That guns, and snares, and traps severe, 
 
 Were not required throughout the year. 
 
A DOMESTIC TALE. 
 The night was dark, and all the house 
 
 In peaceful slumber lay; 
 
 The cats had gone to make a call 
 
 On friends across the way, 
 
When from the corner 
 
 of a room, ? 
 
 Where all could. entrance find; 
 
 A band of cunning mice 
 
 appeared, 
 
 With mischief in their mind. 
 
 All wearing masks, as though 
 
 to hide 
 
 Their features from a foe; 
 
 In single order, one by one. 
 
 They ventured from below. 
 
 By signs and whispers they 
 
 advanced. 
 As burglars move around ; 
 
 Prepared to turn and leave the place, 
 Upon the slightest sound. 
 
 As soldiers must commanders have, 
 To lead them to the fray; 
 
 So one, more daring, moved in front. 
 And pointed out the way. 
 
But bread and cheese were under keys, 
 
 The cake and pie the same; 
 
 Alone, a tallow candle stood, " 
 
 „^^ — That scarce had felt the flame. 
 
The hungry band here made a stand, 
 And soon to action flew, 
 
 And from its socket-pedestal 
 
 The graceful column drew. 
 
 On heads, and backs, and shoulder-blades, 
 Where best the burden lay, 
 
With smiling face, and rapid pace, 
 They bore the prize away. 
 
 And when, at last, the load was cast. 
 
 Where all could form in shape, 
 .^ . _...^.,. ,. And each one got a certain spot 
 ^ ; At which to sit and scrape, 
 
 Then, kings around their royal board, . ' , 
 
 Arrayed in jewels bright, 
 
 With crowns of gold and wealth untold, 
 Might envy their delight. 
 
 THE WOLF AND THE BEAR. 
 
 HE Bear was feeling ill one fall; 
 
 So neighbor Wolf made haste to call, 
 To tell what best would suit his case, 
 And bring the color to his face. 
 
 Now Doctor Wolf was shrewd of mind — 
 A sharper of the sharpest kind ; 
 
 And when his eyes had travelled o'er 
 Old Bruin's tempting winter store. 
 
 Said he: "Your pulse is low indeed: 
 A change of life you sorely need. 
 
A trip across the ocean blue 
 
 Might brace your failing strength anew; 
 
 Or Greenland's climate might impart 
 
 A smoother action to your heart. 
 
 But, living high, I plainly see, 
 
 Is what will dig the pit for thee. 
 
 Unless you chang'^ your present style, 
 
 You'll hardly see the summer smile. 
 
 Take good advice, and fling aside 
 
 Your salted pork and mutton dried. 
 
 The pickled feet and sausage give 
 
To those who'd rather die than live. 
 
 Of roots and herbs your meals prepare, 
 
 For health is found in simple fare." 
 -' ' It seemed to give the Bear delight, 
 
 To learn the way to live aright; 
 
 "J^-v^a 
 
 ^^^&^H -^^t^M-^^J^ 
 
 oo off the crafty Doctor ran 
 
 To tell his friends about the plan; 
 
 How Bruin now would feast no more 
 
 On stews, and roasts, as heretofore; 
 : But freely scatter to the wind 
 
 Provisions of the choicest kind. 
 
•"^ 
 
 No sooner had the bats of night 
 Commenced their wild, uncertain flight, 
 Than, from the mountain and the glen, 
 From rocky lair and earthy den. 
 The beasts came trooping, great and small, 
 To give the ailing Bear a call. 
 With bags and baskets well supplied, 
 And apron-strings securely tied, 
 They gathered round to get their share 
 Of food that might be scatter'd there. 
 
 Now Bruin had a humorous vein, 
 As well as even-balanced brain; 
 And when he heard the ra : and rout, 
 He raised the sash, and, peeping out, 
 A sober face he tried to show. 
 While thus he hailed the crowed below. 
 Said he, " With pain occurs the thought, 
 You all have lost your rest for naught ; 
 For, truth to tell, depart you will 
 With bag and basket empty still, 
 \ As I've decided to pursue 
 
 My former course the season through, 
 And change my diet by-and-by. 
 When gone my present large supply." 
 
 A moral here, uncovered, shines 
 l"or those who read between the lines; 
 The brightest hopes will often fade. 
 However well the plans are laid. 
 
■s^- 
 
 THE TURKEY IN DANGER. 
 
 While turkeys roosted on a fence, 
 
 . ,'^ . . A fox approached with care, 
 
 And soon 
 
 within 
 her basket 
 
 lay 
 
 The largest 
 
 gobbler 
 
 there. 
 
 Then, 
 
 as 
 
 the Christmas 
 
 times 
 
 were nigh, 
 
 The fox 
 
 went 
 
 ofif 
 
 I in 
 
 glee ; 
 
 Her youngster trotting by her side, 
 The smallest one of three. 
 
It made with her that early start 
 To exercise and run, 
 
 To take some lessons in the art, 
 And learn how work was done. 
 
 "You're growing old," the youngster said, 
 "I saw you limp, to-day; 
 
 But when you're hunting game, I see, 
 '\ You've not forgot the way." 
 
 •' 'Tis true," she said, " of late I've had 
 Rheumatics in my toe; 
 
 But I'll not take the second place 
 To any fox I know. 
 
 *' There may be some with quicker ear, 
 With sharper sight another; 
 But there's not one can bag a fowl 
 As nicely as your mother. 
 
 «»T' 
 
 I've often heard your father say, 
 When I was young and free, 
 
 He never saw a fox could clear 
 A panel fence like me. 
 
 I think I see him sit and smile 
 Upon me, sweet and fond; 
 
 When he observed how quick, I could 
 Of goslings strip the pond. 
 
 " He said I far excelled himself, «. 
 
 Though he was widely famed. 
 
 And by the farmers, far and near, 
 
 For many years v/as blamed. 
 
He died at last, while breaking fast,, 
 
 Behind yon rocky hill, 
 
 It makes me sad to think your dad, 
 
 Mistook that awful pill. 
 
 May palsy shake the guilty hand, 
 
 That did the dose provide; 
 Which turned him almost inside out, 
 Ere I could reach his side. 
 
 Oh, never touch 
 
 To aught, 
 
 Until its nature, 
 
 You rightly 
 
 I've seen more 
 
 Than I can 
 
 AVhere rash advance, 
 
 Brought sorrow 
 
 There's not an 
 
 However 
 
 But suffering crea- 
 
 Regret some 
 
 O, child of mine. 
 
 And shun the 
 
 Beware of guns, 
 
 But with in- 
 
 ^ your nose, my dear, 
 however grand, 
 full and clear, 
 understand. 
 
 trouble in my day 
 now explain, 
 or games of chance, 
 in their train. 
 
 hour passes by, 
 plans are laid, 
 tures, low and high, 
 move they've made. 
 
 avoid the trap, 
 tempting pill; 
 that never snap 
 tent to kill. 
 
 "■•p*' 
 
 Nor blindly be enticed astray, 
 By pleasures spread around; 
 To be the sport, if not the prey, 
 Of every yelping hound." 
 
" I'll bear your counsel in my mind," 
 The baby fox. replied; 
 
 "And think of thee whene'er I see, 
 Temptations at my side." 
 
 "That's good," the smiling dame remarked, 
 "Advice is vain indeed. 
 
 Unless the soil whereon it falls. 
 Is mellow for the seed." 
 
 " That's fine discourse," the turkey thought, 
 As there he lay in fear; 
 
 " Had I with caution thus been taught, 
 I hardly would be here. 
 
 A fool was I, to sit and doze, 
 Upon an orchard fence; 
 Within the reach of every nose 
 That cared to drag me thence. 
 
 But, if from here I ever rise. 
 Which I will scarcely do ; 
 The chance I'll prize, to be more wise, 
 And start in life anew. 
 
 The tallest post the farm can boast, 
 Will not my wishes meet; 
 But, in the tr^^ each night I'll be, 
 And there myself secrete. 
 
 I'll trust to neither kith nor kin, 
 Nor on the dog rely; 
 
 And should I roost upon a spire, 
 I'll keep one open eye." 
 
 Thus, while they moved upon their way, 
 ' To gain the forest green, 
 
 
They reached a place where cedar rails 
 Were laid along between. 
 
 To mount a fence has never been 
 ••• An easy thing to do, 
 
 
 When those who climb convey a load, ..^ 
 
 That must be rising, too. , ' - ■: 
 
 But, nothing daunted by the sight, }-' . 
 
 She, step by step, arose; 
 
 At times employing elbow joints, 
 As well as all her toes. 
 
But as she reached the topmost rail, 
 And paused, her breath to win ; 
 The turkey, taken with a cramp, 
 Began to lurch within. 
 
 The fowl was not arranged with care, 
 According to its mind ; 
 
 The head was down, the heels in air, 
 The tail was left behind. 
 
 The balance lost in such a place, 
 "^^^as not so quickly found; 
 So down went basket, fox and fowl. 
 All rolling on the ground. 
 
 
 
 
 The fox was first upon her feet, 
 But then, what could she do ? 
 The basket opened to the fence, 
 The turkey first was through. 
 
 Away they go, now high, now low, 
 The ditch and logs they cross; 
 The turkey missed his spreading tail, 
 But fear made up the loss. 
 
The fox had sprained an ankle-joint, 
 
 When from the fence she rolled; 
 
 And now, although she strained a point, 
 Against her speed it told. 
 
 The highest rail the youngster found. 
 From which the chase to view. 
 
 
 
 
 And cried, ''Alas! 'tis gaining ground, 
 I'm dreadful hungry, too." 
 
 Twas heel and toe, and grab and go. 
 Around the rocl^s and trees; 
 
And lucky was that fowl to know 
 His feathers pulled with ease. 
 
 Their coming out at "clutches stout," 
 
 Still left him free to run; 
 
 Had they been rooted fast, no doubt, 
 
 His gobbling days were done. 
 
 The turkey, when the barn was nigh, 
 Though out of wind, and weak. 
 
 Now summoned all his strength to fly, 
 
 And reached ^^ ^^>^ the highest peak. 
 
 His rise was not 
 ' Of birds of 
 But grace or style 
 When safety 
 
 It bore him from 
 And from the 
 Pxidi left him look- 
 
 Upon his 
 
 the graceful flight 
 eagle breed; 
 is valued light, 
 lies in speed. 
 
 the reaching paw, 
 shining teeth, 
 ing down in awe, 
 foe beneath. 
 
 The fox one moment viewed the fowl, 
 
 Then turned her from the scene 
 And never ran so mad a rogue. 
 Through field or forest green. 
 
 But never since that time of fear, 
 
 At least so runs the tale. 
 
 Has man or beast that turkey found 
 
 Asleep upon a rail. 
 
THE BANQUET. 
 
 (a tale of the jersey meadows. 
 
 "Come, be stirring," said the fly, 
 To the gnat, reposing nigh ; 
 "There's a banquet near at hand, or deceptive is mine eye." 
 
 .■ 'T am with you! count me in," 
 
 Said his hearer, with a grin; 
 " I have fasted for a week, and am getting rather thin." 
 
 "Tell old messmates where you go," 
 Whined mosquitoes from below; 
 "And, to bring the whole brigade along, our bugles we will blow." 
 
 'T'll not tarry here alone," 
 Cried the beede with a drone; 
 "And, though clumsy on the wing, at a feast I'll hold my own." 
 
 Said the fly, "Then come with me, 
 
 And, ere long, you all may see, 
 
 What is now before my vision spread, as plain as plain can be; 
 
" See, a cow has caught her tail, 
 In the sHver of a rail, 
 As she crossed the panel fence that surrounds the cultured vale. 
 
 "We can bite and we can bore, 
 
 We can leech her o'er and o'er, 
 And not suffer 
 
 from that scourge, 
 
 so annoying, heretofore. 
 
 So, away before the blast, 
 
 Flew the insects, thick and fast, 
 Till they darkened up 
 
 the sky, as though clouds 
 were going past. 
 
 Oh, the portly and the spare. 
 
 And the starving ones were there. 
 That, from either man or beast, 
 are not slow 
 
 to claim their share. 
 
 Many species were arrayed. 
 
 Do not seek iheir class or grade, 
 For your books on ento- 
 mology can give 
 
 you little aid. 
 
 From the hollows, from the hills, 
 From the streams that turn the mills. 
 They were coming, they were humming, and were getting ready bills. 
 
When came dawn of morning fair, 
 
 Lo, the cow was lying there, 
 
 With her horns among the buttercups, her hoofs aloft in air. 
 
 But the story is not done, 
 
 Till a climax has been won. 
 
 And that cow was well avenged, ere the day was scarce begun. 
 
 For she drank, as it would seem. 
 
 From a poison-tinctured stream. 
 
 Where some Paris Green had baffled the potato-beetle's scheme. 
 
 Through the night the bossy died, 
 From the dose the brook supplied. 
 And communicated bane to those boring through her hide. 
 
 But we've nothing more to do, 
 
 With the cow, her case is through, 
 
 Tis the tribe in consternation that my muse must now pursue. 
 
 She'll have work enough on hand, 
 
 To describe that tortured band, 
 
 As they left in all directions to go staggering through the land. 
 
There was trouble in the camp, 
 
 And complaints from every scamp, 
 
 As each member found he had his share of dizziness and cramp. 
 
 And if ever there were cries, 
 
 Or unqualified surprise, 
 
 Or repentance for an act. it was there among those flies. 
 
 How they blamed the busy friend, 
 Who enticed them to this end, 
 How they wished 
 
 that all their rackikig pains 
 
 might in the villain blend. 
 
 How they watched to see his throes. 
 And in part forgot their woes, 
 As they noticed 
 
 that he was the first 
 
 to upward turn his toes. 
 
 What a griping time was there. 
 What a sawing of the air, 
 What a grasping 
 
 at their stomachs, as 
 
 they tumbled in despair. 
 
 Oh, the chafing of the claws, 
 
 Oh, the working of the jaw^s, 
 Oh. the stiffening up of joints, 
 
 and the wondering at the cause. 
 
 It would weary every ear. 
 All the facts at large to hear. 
 How they dropped among the daisies, never after to appear. 
 
And the people livinj^ round, 
 
 Thus escaped tlie stinj^ or sound 
 
 From a single pest of air, till the snow-flakes hid the ground. 
 
 Oft' as on through life we wend, 
 In disguise our gifts descend, 
 And, what seemed a sad misfortune, proves a blessing in the end. 
 
 M^ 
 
 THE GOBBLER AND THE GANDER. 
 
 Said a Gobbler to a Gander, with a proud, disdainful glance. 
 As they met one afternoon, in a farmers yard by chance, 
 
 •'You're the most ungainly fowl that I meet throughout the day, 
 As you waddle, waddle round, in your slow, ungraceful way; 
 And, to tell the truth, my friend, if I looked as bad as you, 
 I would seldom walk abroad, but would hide myself from view." 
 
 Said the Gander to the Gobbler, " Oh, you needn't swell with pride. 
 Just because your legs are long and you spread your tail ro wide, 
 For, in spite of all your airs, I am smarter still than you, 
 I can swim, and I can dive, something you can never do." 
 Then the Gobbler turned away, with a visage red as flame. 
 In a stack of barley straw to conceal his head in shame. 
 

 'PALM eft COA 
 
THE WASP AND THE BEE. 
 
 In a garden sweet and fair, 
 Once a bright and busy pair, 
 Held a brief conversation on a lily. , . . 
 
 "Mr. Wasp." remarked the Bee, 
 
 "Your manceuvers puzzle me, 
 You must either be a lazy rogue, or silly." 
 
 "In the school where "' * / 
 
 you were taught, 
 Was the fact 
 
 before you brought, 
 That our time is 
 
 equivalent to money? 
 Now for days and days we've met, 
 'Mid the pinks and mignonette. 
 But you never seem 
 
 to carry any honey." 
 
 Said the Wasp : " You make me smile, 
 With your blunt, outspoken style, 
 You have many things to learn, I must declare; 
 For a thousand sunnv hours 
 You've been pumping at the flowers. 
 And you never dreamed of poison being there. 
 
 "From the phlox and columbine, 
 Bleeding-heart and eglantine, 
 Soon your treasury of honey-comb you fill; 
 
While I, coming in your wake, 
 
 - From the self-same blossoms take 
 
 All the rankest sort of poison by the gill. 
 
 " Let me whisper in your ear : 
 I have found while roaming here 
 
 Over garden, over orchard, over field. 
 
 That the fairest growth of flowers, 
 Which adorn these haunts of ours. 
 
 The most deadly kind of poison often yields." 
 
 "Bless my sting!" exclaimed the Bee, 
 "Every day we live to see 
 Will some wonder carry with it, I suppose. 
 ■^- W^ho would think a nauseous drug 
 
 Could be stored away so snug, 
 ! In the heart of such a blossom as a rose?" 
 
 And, with that it flew away. 
 
 To a field of blooming hay. 
 On the buttercup and clover to alight; 
 
 While the Wasp set out to find 
 
 Something suited to his mind, 
 And was soon in a camelia out of sight. 
 
THE MAIDEN AND THE KNIGHT. 
 
 A FAIRY TALE. 
 
 HE day was lost, when from the fight 
 Young Hanvick rode, a valiant knight ' 
 Who fought till every bridge was crossed, 
 And every hope and standard lost. 
 The King himself, upon the field, 
 Lay dead, beneath his battered shield, 
 
 Before the Knight forsook the fray 
 
 And rode to rescue Lady May : 
 
 A maiden fair, of high degree, 
 
 That night she was his bride to be, 
 
 Had fickle fortune scorned them less, 
 
 And crowned their legions with success. 
 
 She must not in her home remain, 
 
 Where sack and pillage soon must reign; 
 
 But time was short for him to fly 
 
 And save her from the danger nigh. 
 
 As Harwick bore her from the Hall, 
 
 The foes were shouting round the wall; 
 
 As through the park away they rode, 
 
 A blazing pile the castle glowed. 
 
 Where shall they fly? Behind them rose 
 
 The shouts and clamor of their foes. 
 
 The North Sea, half a league before, 
 
 Disputed boundary with the shore. 
 
Could they but reach the Norway coast, 
 They would avoid the conquering host; 
 But vain the wish, no ship is near, 
 No boats upon the marge appear ; 
 
 Now something more than strength of steed 
 Must serve them, in their hour of need. 
 Oh, wonder-working fairies, Hail ! 
 When human arts and efforts fail. 
 And hope departs, ye choose the hour 
 To introduce your mystic power. 
 
 Now, from the shadow c^f the wood, 
 A band of fairies came, and stood 
 Before the Knight and maiden fair, 
 W^ho. much perplexed, were standing there. 
 So sudden came the troop around. 
 < • They seemed to issue from the ground ; 
 
 r^ The wondering couple, all amazed. 
 
 In silence on the comers gazed ; 
 And, in the midst of their distress, 
 They hardly could a smile suppress, 
 To see the strange and motley crew 
 That round them ''n a moment flew 
 
 A few had beards, unkempt and wild, 
 While some were beardless as a child. 
 With dimpled cheeks and spzirkli ng eyes. 
 That told of youngsters early wise; 
 A jacket here . was black as night, 
 Another there was red, or white, 
 
 
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 '^' PALNien cox ^ 
 
 While some were many colors dyed, 
 Or spotted as the leopard's hide ; • 
 
Sonvc \v.inU\l luUh .i vo.ii .uul \as(. >i^|ft' jf*- 
 
 VVhilo some had tlicso .\\u\ \.uU\\ tlir vrst; ^J^ 'Si 
 
 Hut .ill wrrr jovi.il. kccw .md sprv, A^^ 
 Aiul lriinn\Cil U> vxIum iiin o\ lly. 
 
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 w/jj3>Sr>>*.^^p^^ f With tin\ w.inJ ainI in.iiUlc j^iccn. 
 
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 l%l.# *«!l*. I 7 l^^><^ ^'^'^'^ .^*'^" l*>ilvinrs to our tare, 
 
 xT-,.' ^'^ r '^V, Ami you uiay saliK ([iiil this shore 
 
 ■.>^*'; W itlunit the aul ol s.nl oi- oar. 
 
 * ^^ vji^ s! .^" ^^'■'^1 ha\i^ you oi\ \\\v Norway straud, 
 '^ T^ » \ Awav trt>ni |Hisrrutious luuul ; 
 
 Nor tear llu- uia^ie powii- wr uirhi, 
 
 ^A^ t^'^^' A"^ ^^ < ''^^' nc\x 1- \\l was case rc\ ealcil, 
 
 In storv oKI. or hallad new, 
 ;-"* ^-•- IV \ \ - ^^ '^^''"*-' lairies w lou^ed the i^ood and true." 
 
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 «,<^^ 
 
 frni^ ^ What nioN ed the el\ es to eross their way 
 
 %if* Zi. -^'"'*^^ protler aid, we eannot say. 
 
 It nui;iu have been the niaitlen's sigh, 
 Or tear that '^listened in her eye; 
 For notliiuij can a tairv see, 
 That sooner wakes its s\ mpathy. ^ Tf -*«. Z^.M 
 
 But fairly w;is the otter made, 
 Nor was the answer long delayed • 
 
^: .•^^. -Sf*\- 
 
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 >M 
 
 " ( )|i, \\il(li (>i clvr, wh.ilcVi you he, 
 
 \\v tlUsI nlli k((|»m^; .ill In llicc ; 
 iMnploy wll.ll .111'. \nll lii.iv ( (illiflKltHi, 
 
 liiil j^iiidc IIS linin this WKlcInd l.iiid." 
 
 . Jt She rc.K hc(l Ik r w.ind ;iii(l jniidicd the Kliij.dlt, 
 And l<> I Ills siiil ol .iiiiMii hriidit 
 Appeared to in< ll, .iiid l.idc away 
 In s\V(!rpiiiL; win^s, .ind (catlicrs j^ray ; 
 W'iHi « Hiving he. lis .iiid talons l'>n^, 
 lie stood, ail c.i^lc svvilt .iiid strong, 
 IV('par(<l, amoni; the ( loiids to (ly, 
 Or SI. Ill the sun with ^-^:r-~ inal( lilcss eye, 
 SIk: toiuhcd thc^ jf^ fS^^^ lady, <nii(k as tlioii^dit, 
 
 Aiiollici •'^^^ %.^ "'" " ."- ^ woiirjious ( li.iniM: was wroutrlit. 
 Instead of ^VT' ioIks of silken fold, 
 Instc.id of ^<ins ;ind < li.iins ol ^old, 
 In pl.u (• of shinint; lo( ks of Ii.iir, 
 
 'I he j)luina^fc of the swan was there! 
 With j^racehil mien, and look sedate, 
 She stood l)esi(le her royal mate; 
 l*|-e|)ared, with him, at om c to hr.ive 
 Tin: howling winds, or fo.imin^^ u.ive. 
 
 
 Tlie fairy waved her wand .irouiid, 
 
 And i)()th rose, eirelin^^ from the j^Tound; 
 
 But though like ])irds they were in kind, 
 
 They still possessed the human mind; 
 
 So, wing to wing, across the sea, 
 
 1 heir course was taken, fast and free. 
 
"A pleasing sight," the fairy cried, 
 " Behold them journey, side by side, 
 What tenderness and trust is there, 
 I'll warrant you, a loving pair ! " 
 
 For hours, above the dashing spray. 
 Still flew the swan and eagle gray. 
 
 At times they skim- 
 At times among the 
 But whether thro' 
 Or thro' the foam- 
 Still, side by side. 
 With equal speed 
 The eagle proves 
 
 med the ocean blue, 
 clouds they flew; 
 the darkened sky, 
 ing spray they fly, 
 they kept in place, 
 and equal grace, 
 no laggard bird, 
 
 When by the dri\ing tempest stirred ; 
 The swan can spread her pinions white 
 And pass the arrow in its flight ; 
 But tho' that night they did their best, 
 And crossed the deep without a rest, 
 Nor turned aside from straightest line 
 That old sea captains could assign. 
 Yet, when arrived on Norway's shore, 
 The fairy band was there before 1 
 
 But how those elves 
 Had reached that 
 Perhaps, upon the 
 Or scudding cloud 
 Doubtless, unseen 
 O'er surging sea, 
 
 in strangest guise, 
 coast, is but surmise, 
 winds they rode, 
 in haste bestrode ; 
 by man, they flew 
 through ether blue; 
 
Or, ran around the sea entire, 
 
 Like currents of electric fire. 
 
 But this is certain, all were there. 
 
 And waiting for the coming pair. 
 
The queen, approaching, wavec* her wand. 
 
 And touched them, as they reached the land. 
 Oh, happy change! at once away 
 
 Goes curving beak and feathers gray; 
 The scaly talons fade from sight; 
 
 He stands again in armor bright! 
 And ere he turns, to view with pride, 
 The trusting creature by his side. 
 Away goes plumage, white as snow; 
 The spreading feet and pinions go; 
 The lengthy neck and yellow bill 
 Have vanished, at the fairy's will. 
 Again she stands a maiden there. 
 In form and face exceeding fair. 
 
 " Then," said the fairy, " marvel not 
 
 That we are first upon the spot. 
 
 The charger never shook a heel. 
 
 Nor locomotive turned a wheel, 
 
 Nor feathered creature split the air. 
 That can, for speed, with us compare. 
 
The wind, with all its puff and blow, 
 We leave behind, as on we go. 
 
 As meteors shoot through empty space, 
 So fairies move from place to place, 
 
 With speed that one can only find 
 In creatures of the spirit kind. 
 
 'Twas meet that we should reach the shore 
 Your former natures to restore. 
 
 Or else, forever you would fly. 
 But objects for the hunter's eye. 
 Now, though we travel east and west, 
 We love our native land the best; 
 So back again we all must speed, 
 For others may assistance need ; 
 And fairies, since the world was new, 
 Have lent their aid to lovers true ; 
 And always, till creation's end, 
 Will still be found, the lover's friend ! " 
 
THE WINDFALL. 
 
 N a westward reachin^^^ railroad, 
 
 Over plain and mountain laid, 
 Journeyed once a woeful member 
 0{ the famous tramp brii^ade. 
 
 Out at knees, and out at elbows. 
 Gone his credit, gone his tin, 
 
 His defence a hea\y cudgel, 
 His adherents next his skin. 
 
 Gnawing bones, by dogs abandoned, 
 Sleeping under stacks of hay. 
 
 Stealing rides and haunting dairies, 
 Moved this nomad, day by day. 
 
 Baby-feared and dog-detested, '*''-' 
 
 Shunning water, soap and light. 
 
 Buried pride and blunted feeling, 
 Nothing sound but appetite. 
 
 Those who saw him, in the evening, 
 Slouching round their barn-yard go, 
 
 Doubted much if in the morning, 
 
 They would hear their rooster crow. 
 
While he tramped across the mountains, 
 Where eternal Hes the snow, 
 
 As the night was darkly closing, 
 
 Wild the wind commenced to blow. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Soon the rain, in torrents pouring, 
 Broueht the slush about the knee. 
 
 And the lightning stroke descending, 
 Split in twain his shelter tree. 
 
 Fearinir such another summons, 
 
 Might do more than singe his hair, 
 
 Down a narrow^ gulch he bolted 
 Seeking better shelter there. 
 
Soon a cave the wretch discovered 
 
 Formed by over-hanging stones, 
 But in terror backward bounded 
 
 On beholding human bones. 
 
 Then a change came o'er his visage 
 And his fears began to lull, 
 
 saw a bag of gold-dust 
 iderncath the grinning skull. 
 
 Years before some 
 
 famished miner 
 Lay and perished 
 
 there alone. 
 With his treasure 
 
 for a pillow 
 And his couch, the 
 
 flinty stone. 
 
 There lay pick, and pan, and shovel. 
 
 Worn with years of rust away. 
 And the well-filled buckskin showing 
 
 Mines were paying in his day. 
 
 Snow had covered bones and treasure, 
 
 Safe from sight the seasons through. 
 But the recent heavy freshet, 
 
 Brought the cave again in view. 
 
Wrong to take e'en what another 
 Has no use for, high or low; 
 
 But perhaps this hard-pressed brother 
 Now in question, thought not so. 
 
 Bending low beneath the windfall, 
 In which shining thousands lay, 
 
 Moved the traveler for the railroad 
 When the storm had passed away. 
 
 Now no more to ride on bumpers, 
 Or to burrow, like a beast. 
 
 In the haystack, but to travel 
 Like a nabob of the East. 
 
 Thus the storm of rain and lightning 
 That beset and tried him sore, 
 
 While it seemed to seek his ruin, 
 Drove him straight to Fortune's door. 
 
 This is truth, than fiction stranger, 
 Truth in picture and in rhyme. 
 
 Some may doubt it, but this ranger 
 Knows the party like a dime. 
 
 In that far-off sunny region. 
 
 Where the people delve for gold. 
 
 And the earthquake oft reminds them 
 Of their sins so manifold, 
 
He who tramped is now in clover; 
 
 Like a prince he hves at ease, 
 With his pleasure-boats and horses, 
 
 And his servants, if you please. 
 
 W^^s^ 
 
 Vain would be the task now closing, 
 Vain your patience, vain my line, 
 
 Did no moral thread imposing. 
 
 Through the homespun fabric shine. 
 
 Know the darkest night that lowers, 
 
 Or the hardest luck that falls, 
 Oft but ushers brightest hours. 
 
 Oft the richest fortune calls. 
 
 When misfortunes round you gather, 
 Crowding, crushing, pile on pile. 
 
 Sink not under, brave them rather. 
 Think upon this man and smile. 
 
 ^ ■-.„,',. 
 
THE GUILEFUL PAPOOSH. 
 
 Whhrp: wild Sierra's forests wave, 
 The youthful heir of Piute brave 
 Sat by the station, lone and bare, 
 While stopped the train a moment there. 
 
 With hands across his stomach lacked, 
 From side to side he wrunsj;- and rocked, 
 And filled the passengers w ith dread, 
 So loud he screamed for meat and bread. 
 One, judging by that awful cry, 
 Would think the child 
 
 must eat or die ; 
 And few who heard 
 
 -pALt,t<^ cox the loud appeal. 
 
 Unmindful listened to the "squeal." 
 .^^'- IZZ^^ A dozen baskets open yawn. 
 
 From every lunch a part is drawn ; 
 And down about the youngster's knees, 
 Descend enough of bread, and cheese. 
 And cake, and pie, and chicken legs, 
 And sandwiches, and hard-boiled eggs, 
 To fill a bucket heaping o'er, 
 Then onward moves the train once more. 
 
 But ah, deceit, so often found 
 In pale-face tribes the world around, 
 L: not a stranger to the brain 
 Of Red Men on the western plain. 
 
The truth, unvarnished, must be told, 
 A trick it was, the parents old 
 Had taught him well the part to play, 
 And thus he bellowed every day, 
 While they kept back from public eyes 
 Until the urchin won the prize. 
 And much they praised that babe of guile 
 As, squatting there in Indian style, /^-^es 
 
 They put beyond the reach 
 of flies ^ 
 
 
 The chicken legs and berry pies, 
 
 The cake and cheese, and slices wide, 
 The sandwiches, and all beside ; 
 
 Then heavy sighs of sorrow drew 
 
 And wished another train was due. 
 
 ■^ 
 
A CHANGE IN THE SITUATION. 
 
 HHRI'L was a little sickly kid, 
 That grazed along the way, 
 And children as they went to school 
 Would pelt him every day; 
 
 Or chase him up and down the road, 
 Until he'd run and hide, 
 And there, with fear, would stand and shake, 
 As long as one he spied. 
 
 But winter came; the kid was kept 
 
 Within the stable door; 
 And when the summer smiled again 
 
 He was afraid no more. 
 
 The children, on their way to school, 
 In wonder did espy 
 
Him, prancinc: 0"t upon the mad, 
 With mischief in his eye. 
 
 " Last year." said he, 
 
 "about this time, 
 
 I was a scrawny kid, 
 
 And when you pelted me 
 
 with stones, 
 
 I ran away and hid. 
 
 But time, at last, as poets say, 
 
 Arranges matters fair, 
 
 And giv^es, 
 
 aloui^^ with strength and years, 
 
 A heart to do and dare. 
 
 The bran, the beans, 
 the juicy hay. 
 And shelter from the cold. 
 Have not been given me in vain, 
 For now I'm strong and bold. 
 
 The year on you has scarcely shown, 
 And little , « change I note; 
 
 But, as your books, 
 Tis different 
 
 You see, I've got 
 
 Am bearded 
 
 And if you want 
 
 I'm ready 
 
 perhaps, will tell, 
 with a goat. 
 
 a pair of horns, 
 like a Turk, 
 a toss or two, 
 for the work. 
 
I know you're awful fond of fun; 
 
 I well remember, still, 
 
 Your hearty lau^^h, when from my back, 
 
 The stones flew clown the hill. 
 
 The scars they made you yet may see, 
 
 Where skin is shinini: bare: 
 
 For even winter's ieni;thy months, 
 
 Could not restore the hair I ' ' 
 
 Though time, at last, may hide the marks 
 That cruel ^^^^^^..^^^^ hands bestow; 
 Still, in the mind y^m/BSKS^^s^ will live the wronjr, 
 Though seasons y^flPH^HP^^^ come and <jo." 
 
 
 Those children 
 Such sport would 
 And, in thepres- 
 
 Felt wondrous 
 
 then began to think 
 hardly please; 
 
 ence of that goat, 
 ill at ease; 
 
 For fear was seen V^^^^gP^^gi^"/ in every eye, 
 In every \^^^^f^- y bristling hair. 
 
 In pallid cheeks, ^ H^-^^"^ and in the knees 
 
 That smote each other there. 
 
 So, ever after, to their school 
 
 They went another way, 
 
 And daily learned, that nature gives 
 
 The poorest thing its day. 
 
THE BICYCLE IN THE WOODS. 
 
 O easy task, it seems, to guide 
 
 The Bicycle through forest wide, 
 
 Where crooked roots are reaching out, 
 And mossy stones are spread about. 
 
 But, oftentimes, as stories go. 
 The woods present a lively show. 
 The wolf, the porcupine and hare. 
 The fox, the catamount and bear, 
 May there be found 
 
 at dead of night, 
 On wheels that yield 
 
 such great delight. 
 No student from 
 
 the college free, 
 
 No salesman from his rice or tea, 
 No clerk released from dusty room. 
 
 Where judges sit witn brows of gloom, 
 Could greater joy or pleasure know 
 Than do those beasts, as round they go. 
 
 What though a fall may check the fun. 
 And end at once a rapid run ? 
 What tho' some heels should sudden rise 
 To points reserved for ears or eyes? 
 This only serves to kindle zeal 
 To yet control and guide the wheel. 
 
 ft 
 
Thus let them sport as best they may, 
 
 A happy band, till morning gray; 
 
 For, while thus training through the trees, 
 
 The farmer's sheep may graze at ease, 
 
 
 And ducks and geese may rest their legs, 
 And lay the farmer's breakfast eggs. 
 
 So let the birds forsake their nest, 
 
 To ^ cheer the one who rides the best, 
 
 Or hover round with mournful tones 
 The one who falls and breaks his bones. 
 
THH DIALOGUE. 
 
 HE. 
 
 " Oh, here you come, with empty hand, 
 Though gone for half the night, 
 While hungr)' babies round me stand. 
 Without a single bite. 
 
 Your eyesight must be getting dim, 
 
 Or else your courage small, 
 
 Or you'd have reached your home ere this, 
 
 With something for us all. 
 
 Have you been feasting by yourself, 
 
 •Secure from tooth and nail? 
 And now return from empty shelf, 
 To tell a woeful tale?' 
 He. 
 
 " It seems that all the 
 Fates, my dear, 
 Against us are combined ; 
 A harder night to find a bite, 
 I cannot call to mind. 
 
 I've seen hard times upon the sea. 
 
 In wild and stormy weather, 
 
 When lockers were not opened once 
 
 For days and days together. 
 
 And when, upon the western plain 
 
 In winter's blizzard storm. 
 
 The folks were forced to burn their grain 
 
 To keep their bodies warm. 
 
 But here, in town, where stores abound, 
 And no distress is nigh. 
 
A place where less was lying round, 
 Has never met my eye. 
 
 I stole about with anxious face, 
 By barrel, box and bin, 
 
 She. 
 
 There's not a corner round the place, 
 My nose has not been in." 
 
 Was there no cake or cheese around ? 
 No cupboard door ajar? 
 
He. 
 
 No meal or candles to be found ? 
 A worthless mouse you are." 
 
 "The cupboard's bolted at the top, 
 
 And buttoned down below; 
 There's nothing open but the trap, 
 Wherever I may go. 
 
 The servants ate the piece of cheese 
 
 Their mistress left at tea ; 
 
 The crackers went for baby food, 
 
 There's nothing left for me." 
 
 She: "Was there no crust of bread, I pray? 
 No cake of soap to test? 
 I cannot think, whate'er you say, 
 
 That you have done your best." 
 
 He: "The bread is locked within a box, 
 That seems as hard as stone; 
 I broke a tooth before I left 
 The plaguy thing alone. 
 
 I think the people here must live 
 Like Indians on the plain, 
 
 For sight or scent of such a thing 
 As soap, I cannot gain. 
 
 The beans are in a covered pot, 
 y^ That's either brass or steel ; 
 The cat is lying on a sack. 
 That holds the barley meal. 
 
 When first I saw her stretching there, 
 So spotted, large and sleek, 
 
 I hardly was three feet away, 
 
 And scarce suppressed a squeak. 
 
I rather think she's shamming, too, 
 
 I watched her half an hour, 
 
 And thought a false composure lay. 
 
 Upon her visage sour." 
 
 She: - "Are you a mouse, and know the house, 
 From garret floor to ground, 
 And still afraid to make a raid. 
 Because the cat's around ? 
 
If I could leave my babies here, 
 
 Without a mother's care, 
 
 I'd have a bagful, never fear, 
 
 And eat my supper there." 
 
 He: "I'm not the craven that you think; 
 Your stinging language spare, 
 V/ith bravest mouse, in barn or house, 
 I'll very well compare." 
 
 She: "We mice are made for taking risks. 
 Else, why are we so spry? 
 But if you lose your life for us, 
 A noble death you die." 
 
 He: 
 
 " Look on these scars that o'er me run, 
 
 That hint of nail and knife. 
 
 And tell me, do I look like one 
 
 Afraid to risk his life ? 
 
 Think you this split and haggled ear 
 
 And tail bereft of skin, 
 
 Bespeak a mouse who all the year 
 
 Abides the hole within ? 
 
 Does not this circle, red and raw. 
 
 Where hair will sprout no more. 
 
 Remind you of that night of awe, 
 
 W^hen home the trap I bore ? 
 
 I've taken chances, scolding mate, 
 
 Though now you rant and rail, 
 
 I've nibbled from the trap the bait, 
 
 While lookers-on turned pale." 
 
She 
 
 He 
 
 ■'Your babies' cries ring in your ears; 
 Starvation is their fate, 
 Unless you can do something more 
 Than simply stand and prate. 
 
 What care we now for dangers past, 
 For scars on tail or brow ? 
 
 With better reason might you brag 
 If you were bleeding now. 
 
 How can you look into those eyes, 
 Or on those sunken jaws. 
 Or note each pointed visage here, 
 And folded keep your paws ?" 
 
 "While I to drag a leg have power, 
 I'll stay to hear no more ! 
 If I'm not back in half an hour. 
 Put crape upon the door." 
 
THE LION AND RHINOCEROS. 
 
 LION once had vainly tried 
 
 To cross a river deep and wide ; 
 _ For sickness had beset him sore, 
 
 Had shrunk his form and stilled his 
 And made him fear the chilling flow, 
 That tumbled to the sea below. 
 
 roar, 
 
 An old rhinoceros, at last, 
 Who throuo^h the water often passed, 
 
 < '.t\ 
 
 "Ji^M 
 
 
 And did of friendship nothing lack. 
 
 Gave him a seat upon his back; 
 
 Then, with the lion, started o'er, 
 
 To leave him on the distant shore. 
 
Now, other beasts, from either side. 
 The novel spectacle had spied, 
 And kept the earnest wish alive, 
 The old rhinoceros would dive ; 
 Or, when he reached the current strong. 
 That through the channel swept along, 
 Would overboard 
 
 his burden throw. 
 And rid the country 
 of their foe. 
 
 But when upon the distant strand, ■.. ■ 
 
 They saw the thankful lion stand. 
 
 With scarce a hair upon him wet, 
 
 And safe to chase or govern yet, 
 
 In anger every creature yelled, 
 
 A meeting on the spot was held. 
 
And plots against the beast were laid, 
 Who dared to give the lion aid. 
 
 "If he's a fish," one speaker cried, 
 
 Let him beneath the water bide; 
 
 With clams and muscles 
 
 at his toes, 
 
 And eels and leeches 
 
 at his nose, 
 
 And not come crawlinij!" 
 
 round us here, 
 
 To aid a rogue 
 
 that others fear. 
 
 If he's indeed a beast of prey, . 
 
 He should on land contented stay, 
 / And not be keeping us in doubt 
 
 Which way to class the plated lout." 
 
 Thus things went on, from day to day. 
 At last they made a bold assay; 
 Combined to give, in minutes few, 
 The old rhinoceros his due. 
 
 But while the fight was under wav, 
 And dark and doubtful seemed the day, 
 The lion, now both sound and strong, 
 As luck would have it came along. 
 
A moment there he viev/ed the fight, 
 
 And quickly guessed the motive right; 
 
 "This mean, combined attack," said he, 
 
 " Is what he gets for aiding me. 
 
My sturdy friend of former day 
 Must have support without delay. 
 Though working well among his foes, 
 With stamping feet and tossing nose, 
 He needs assistance from a brother, 
 And one good turn deserves another." 
 
 With that he bounded to the fray. 
 And soon confusion marked his way. 
 The roar that from his throat arose 
 Made creatures tremble to their toes. 
 The howling band was forced to yield. 
 And left them masters of the field; 
 And ever after, side by side. 
 The couple journeyed far and wide, — 
 Friends, tried and true, as friends can be, 
 Who live by force and robbery; 
 While other beasts, by night and day. 
 Took care to give them right of way. 
 
THE FAIRIES ON HORSEBACK. 
 
 As songsters hid in leafy bowers, 
 To rest their tongues till morning hours ; 
 And bats came forth from dusty swings, 
 To shake the cramps from folded wings ; 
 The Fairies sought some enterprise 
 That promised fun and exercise. 
 
 For some had rested 
 
 all the day, 
 W^here thickest grew 
 
 the hazel spray, 
 And more had been concealed 
 
 like thieves, 
 Beneath the shade of 
 
 mullen leaves. 
 
" Some plan," said one, ** we must contrive 
 To gain ere long a country drive; 
 The farmers all have been assessed, 
 The summer roads are at their best ; 
 The snapping whip and rattling gear 
 Around on every side we hear." 
 
 Another spoke : " Of late my mind 
 Has been to such a scheme inclined ; 
 me depend to play my part. 
 With daring act, and ready art, 
 And aught the work in hand may claim, 
 Or, strip me of the Fairy name. 
 Where yonder brook through clover plays. 
 At least a dozen horses graze ; 
 
 Though most through service long are tame, 
 And come at mention of their name 
 A few are wild and full of fear, 
 And frenzy as the mountain deer, 
 And promise those who gain a seat 
 
 Upon their backs, 
 
 The village harness 
 
 With saddles ready 
 
 And bridles, that 
 
 And bring to terms 
 
 To Buzzard Moun- 
 
 Then canter down 
 And coming 
 
 round the 
 
 a lively treat, 
 shop is stowed 
 for the road ; 
 will serve our need 
 the wildest steed, 
 tain Peak we'll ride, 
 the other side, 
 homeward 
 base 
 
 Leave horse and trappings in their place." 
 
Next evening, as one may suppose, 
 Who well the Fairies' nature knows, 
 The stretch of ground that lay between 
 The saddler's shop c^nd pasture green, 
 
 Presented 
 such a 
 
 stirring sight, 
 It filled 
 
 with wonder 
 
 birds of night. 
 
 Some brought the horses to the store ; 
 Some to the field the saddles bore ; 
 Believing this the surest way 
 To guard against a long delay. 
 
They found the saddles at eomniand 
 Outnumbered far the steeds on hand. 
 But strapped them on in every ease, 
 Without the least rei^ard to plaee, 
 Till hip, and baek, and shoulder-bone 
 Could boast a saddle of their own. 
 
 When every mouth had found a bit, 
 And oirts were drawn to tii^htest fit. 
 They hurried up and down the track. 
 In search of aid to mount the back; 
 'Some takino, when a chance they found, 
 Advantai^e of the risimr ground; 
 While others from a stone or stump. 
 Or friendly rail would take the jump ; 
 And those who latest clambered there 
 And found no satldle room to spare. 
 Without a murmur, at the side 
 In swinging stirrups, rode in pride. 
 
 vVW.i" 
 
 ^ iJU. 
 
 ^ Now pacing, trotting, jogging slow, 
 Or racking wildly, off they go ; 
 Some moving zig-zag up the lane 
 As this, or that, controlled the rein; 
 
 Wliile through each head the question passed. 
 
 W^hich ditch would have the load at last; 
 
 And frogs that rose on either side 
 
 To sing their songs at even-tide, 
 
 W^ent down at once without debate 
 
 In expectation of the weight. 
 
/ 
 
 As when Napoleon's Lct^ions poured 
 Across the Alps, with flame and sword, 
 So bravely o'er 
 
 the steepest grade, 
 Advanced 
 
 the Fairy cavalcade. 
 While overheatl 
 
 in fl( cks arose, 
 The startled buzzards, 
 
 owls and crows, 
 Believing, 
 
 as they screaming flew, 
 
 
 "U 
 
 
 ^ ^?i^ 
 4^^ 
 
 % >^^^^v 
 
 ^^^ 
 
 That war had broken out anew, 
 And every moment looked to see 
 The bursting shell 
 
 and sjjlintered tree. 
 
 The mountain foxes, peej)ing out 
 From clefts and burrows 
 
 heard the rout 
 And thought a judgment at their door. 
 For stripping roosts 
 
 the night before. 
 
l^ut little time the riilcrs ftniml 
 To view the seenes that lay arouml. 
 Some tried to keep 
 
 their seat in vain, ——^^-— —"""■""-■"■ 
 
 Some trusted ehild- -^j^ -^^ .#^ 
 
 like to the mane. 4 if ""^^"^ 
 
 And many wished &C~?k '~^ ^^ 
 
 the horse hail hair ,\;;\V^^'«t \ 
 
 As long and shaggy as the bear, 
 For lighter labor then would fall 
 To those whose chance of hold was small. 
 
riic Peak was trained, tluii true to |)lan 
 The steep deseeiit the troop l)c\i;an ; 
 Hut j^reater dan^^Ts still attend 
 The risky ways that downward bend. 
 
 And soon mishaps anion^ the crew 
 Were neither far apart nor few. 
 
 Some creatures in their eaj^cr state, 
 To reach again the pasture gate 
 

 With slips and stumbles down the road 
 Themselves, as well as riders, throwed ; 
 Then, over all, excitement reigned 
 Till lost positions were regained. 
 
 But Fairies still through every care 
 ^ ,,, Preserve the same good-natured air. 
 And nothing in the trouble line 
 Can overthrow their temper fine, 
 Or draw the slightest word of blame 
 On leading spirits in the game. 
 
 And though that mountain ride was rough. 
 And all were lame and sore enough 
 
 When, training homeward round the base, 
 They reached at last the starting-place, 
 Yet all declared their mind would hold 
 That trip, as years around them rolled, 
 And said the exercise they found 
 That night would last the season round. 
 
 When morning opened wide her door 
 " All things were resting, as before. 
 The saddler's stock was hanging still. 
 The beasts were grazing on the hill. 
 And but for tracks along the road 
 That recent heavy travel showed. 
 No signs were there that gave away 
 The secret that with Fairies lay. 
 The wondering beasts and birds of night, 
 Alone could tell the tale aright. 
 
 ^ 
 
BUGABOO BILL, THE GIANT. 
 
 
 There was an old jriant, named Bugaboo Pill, 
 Resided in PIngland, on top of a hill; 
 
 A daring marauder, 
 
 as strong as a moose, 
 Who lived on the best 
 
 that the land eould produce. 
 He'd sit by his castle 
 
 and gaze on the plain, 
 While farmers were reaping 
 
 and thrashing their grain. 
 And say, as he noticed 
 
 the ripened crop fall, 
 " Twill soon be the season 
 to give them a call. 
 
The yield will be great, not a weevil in sight, 
 
 Nor a grasshopper near, nor the sign of a blight. 
 
 We people are blessed in this part of the Isle, 
 
 For over in Wales they are ^8. starving the while." 
 
 And when came the hour J^^^^^ to levy his tax, — 
 
 When corn was in cribs, and ^tflf^^CSuK ^^^ barley in sacks, 
 
 When the fruit was all gathered, and ready for sale 
 
 Were poultry and cattle — then down, without fail, 
 Would come, uninvited, old Bugaboo Bill, 
 
 And carry a load to his home on the hill. 
 
The farmers had often declared they would stand 
 And guard their possessions, with weapon in hand. 
 In bands they would muster, with mattocks and hoes, 
 With sickles and pitchforks, his march to oppose ; 
 
 But when the great giant came down in his might, 
 'A club in his hand neither limber nor light, 
 They'd fling away weapons and scatter like deer, 
 To hide behind walls, or in woods disappear, 
 And leave him to carry off barley and rye. 
 Or pick out the fattest old pig in the sty. 
 
 Thus things went on yearly, whate'er they might do, 
 From bad to far worse, as still bolder he grew; 
 For none could be found who had courage or skill 
 Sufficient to cope with the rogue on the hill. 
 
 At length one remarked, who had studied his race 
 "No giant so strong but he has a weak place — 
 He'Uhave some short-coming, though ever so tall; 
 You've tried many plans, but have failed in them all — 
 His club is too large, and your courage too small. 
 
 Now tr>^ a new method— invite him to dine: 
 
 Bring forth temjjting dishes and flagons of wine. 
 
 And let skilled musicians perform soothing airs 
 
 To smooth down his tcmj :x and banish his cares ; 
 
 And when he grows drowsy, as surely he will, 
 
 We'll easily manage this Bugaboo Bill." 
 
 The plan was adopted ; when next he came down 
 To take his supplies from the best in the town, 
 They brought him fat bacon, roast turkey and quail. 
 
With flagons of sherry and beakers of ale ; 
 
 Good beef in abundance, and fruit that was sweet ; 
 In short, every dish that could tempt him to eat 
 
 Well pleased was the i;iant to see them so kind, 
 So frank and forbearmg, to pardon inclined ; 
 
 He helped himself freely to all that was nice — 
 To poultry, to pastr)', and puddings of rice, 
 To wines that were potent to steal unaware; 
 From limbs that were large all the strength that was there ; 
 
While 'round him nuisicians were raiii'^ccl in a rinir, 
 
 Sonic turning a crank, antl sonic scraj)ini;' a string. 
 
 A poet read sonnets composed for the day, 
 
 A sinj^er sanj^ ballads, luToic and j^ay, 
 
 Until all the air was replete with a sound, 
 
 That softened the feelini^s and enmity drowned. 
 
 The task was not easy; for half .i tlay loii.i( 
 
 I hey treated the ^iant to music antl soni;; 
 
 The piper played all the sweet airs that he. knew ; 
 
 The fiddler seemed sawini^ his fiddle in two, 
 
 With tunes from the Shannon, the Tiber and Tync, 
 
 And tunes from the Danube, the Seine and the Rhine; 
 
 The organist worked as though turnintj^ a mill, 
 
 Hut still wide awake remained lUiijaboo l>ill. 
 
 At last he grew drowsy, confused was his mind 
 
 With feasting and drinking, and music combined. 
 
 And when he had sunk in a stupid rej)ose, 
 
 A monster balloon was brought out by his foes. 
 
Said one, as the ropes to the giant they tied : 
 " We gave him a feast, now we'll give him a ride ; 
 For tho' by good rights the old robber should die, 
 His life we'll not injure, but off let him fly; 
 
 " The wind's blowing south by sou'east, as you see. 
 So, over the channel, soon w^afted he'll be; 
 He'll make a quick passage, and, if I guess right, 
 Will take his first lesson in French before night." 
 
 Then up he was hoisted, by winds that were strong, 
 By gas that was buoyant, 
 
 and ropes that were long; 
 And south by sou'east, like a sea-bird he flew. 
 Across the broad channel, 
 
 and passed their from view. 
 
 But whether he landed in France or in Spain, 
 In Turkey or Russia, or dropped in the main. 
 They never discovered, and littk they cared 
 In what place he alighted, or just how he fared ; 
 But though his old castle long stood on the hill, 
 They had no more visits 
 
 from Bugaboo Bill. 
 
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 I 
 
KING CAULIFLOWER. 
 
 '^^^\ OLD Cauliflower was a king 
 
 who ruled o'er land and sea; 
 He took a penny from the till 
 
 of his great treasury, 
 And with the money in his hand, 
 
 he ran about the town, 
 To make a purchase of a pint of pea-nuts roasted brown. 
 
 The king was not, 
 as monarchs go, 
 decidedly severe. 
 But, in financial matters, 
 he, perhaps, . 
 was rather near. 
 He haggled with 
 old women 
 at the corner of the square, 
 Then found a dark Italian, 
 who did stammer 
 and did stare. 
 The monarch overawed him, 
 w^ith his flowing 
 , . ermine gown. 
 
 His gold-enameled sceptre, and his diamond-studded crown; 
 So he took the proffered penny, at a sacrifice, no doubt, 
 And, afraid of royal anger, the pea-nuts measured out. 
 
And when he brought them to his room it was the king's intent, 
 
 To eat the pea-nuts in the bed before to sleep he went. 
 To this the queen objection made, and very well she might, 
 For he was well along in years, and late it was at night; 
 Then said the crabbed Cauliflower : " Am I not a king ? 
 
 And may I not do what I please, and swallow anything? 
 
 O, have a care, my queenly dame, my wish is law, you know, 
 
 And, if I do but say the word, your saucy head may go ! " 
 
 Then quick the fearless queen replied: "Go, frighten slave or fool. 
 But I would have you understand that here 'tis I who rule ; 
 So take your pea-nuts somewhere else, and may they cost you dear. 
 For, were you fifty times a king, you'll not be munching here ! " 
 Then, out upon the steps o^ stone, in silence sat his grace, 
 And ate the pint of roasted nuts before he left the place. 
 
THE DOG AND THE CAT. 
 
 DOG and a Pussy, one fine afternoon, 
 
 Set off on a pleasure trip in a balloon; 
 Oh, pussy was sleek, and her eyes they were green, 
 '^ And she was the prettiest cat ever seen ; 
 
 While Ponto was proud, with short, glossy hair, 
 You'd think that the prince of all doggies w^as there; 
 So great was the wonder of old and young people, 
 When up they went sailing, clear over the steeple; 
 And great was the clamor and shouts of surprise. 
 To see the brave couple send back their "good-byes." 
 
 They sailed to the left, and they sailed to the right. 
 And rose high and higher, in wildest delight; 
 Now over the mountains, now over the vales, 
 Now over the water, all dotted with sails; 
 Now moving quite gently, now up with a bound, 
 To frighten the life out o birds flying round ; 
 Now able to glance away down at the plain, 
 Now lost in a cloud that was loaded with rain. 
 But while they were sporting, it chanced the balloon 
 Sailed rather too close to a horn of the moon, 
 And soon they were dangling, all tangled and tight. 
 Exposed to the rays of its silvery light. 
 

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 / 
 
Then people ran round in a great screaming throng, 
 
 To catch at the ropes that were dragging along; 
 
 And brought down the basket, then loud was the shout 
 
 That greeted the pair from the boat stepping out; 
 
 For never before, in the country or town. 
 
 Had creatures like these won such fame and renown. 
 
 And long they were treated with kindest regard, 
 
 Enjoying the freedom of every one's yard, 
 
 While cream of the sweetest, and meat that was rare, 
 
 Was free to them alwavs as water and air. 
 
THE STYLISH PAIR. 
 
 LD Bruin dressed him for the ball, 
 With slippers, swallow-tail and all, 
 
 With low-cut vest, and white cravat, 
 And latest fashion stove-pipe hat; 
 Then, turning to his partner fair, 
 He thus addressed the Lady Bear. 
 "Corne, dress yourself 
 without delay, 
 And to the dance we'll 
 
 take our way; 
 
 There's not a cloud now, 
 
 east or west. 
 
 Much larger than my 
 
 summer vest; 
 
 So we can saunter 
 
 o'er the land, 
 
 And never fear a storm 
 
 at hand. 
 Put on the gown you wore 
 
 that hour 
 When first my heart con- 
 fessed your power; 
 The bonnet, too, that took my eye. 
 The night I saw you tripping by, 
 
 And vowed to claim you as my own, 
 Before another week had flown. 
 I never feel so truly great 
 
 As when I walk beside my mate. 
 
 And think how wretched they must be. 
 Who single live, compared with me. 
 
How much I pity those who groan, 
 
 Beneath the cares of life alone; 
 
 Without a partner, true and tried, 
 
 Their worth to praise, their faults to hide. 
 Far better, underneath the clay, 
 Be hidden, on their natal day, 
 Than on to dissolution wend, 
 With none t(» cherish or defend." 
 
 V I' ' ••/'. :0^ 
 
 
 f^.^^^^^ 
 
 His 
 
 lovin<4- mate 
 smiled sweet 
 
 and wide. 
 
 And heard his 
 
 compliments 
 
 with pride ; 
 For more she 
 
 prized her 
 partner bold 
 
 Than pork, 
 
 or mutton, 
 
 young or old. 
 
 She to her wardrobe ran in haste. 
 
 And soon was dressed with finest taste ; ' 
 
 ' ' ■ They made, indeed, a striking pair. 
 
 As through the woods they journeyed there. 
 
 Her visage wore its sweetest smile, 
 Her bonnet showed the reigning style, 
 Her looped-up gown of navy blue, 
 Left both her shapely feet in view, 
 , • .. ^ And well might he survey with pride, 
 The graceful creature by his side 
 
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 As, arm in arm, they walked along. 
 Observed by all the wondering throng. 
 
 But, ah ! how oft' a cloud can mar 
 
 The lustre of the bri^rhtest star. 
 How soon a cold and cruel shower 
 Can spoil the pleasures of the hour! 
 
 Alas! deception, 
 Was lurking in 
 For while they strayed 
 
 full and fair, 
 
 the summer air; 
 and chatted free, 
 
 A storm was rising from the sea, 
 
 And, long ere they could reach the ball, 
 The drenching rain began to fall. 
 With extra force, it pelted down 
 
 And soaked the swallow-tail and gown, 
 And changed the hat and bonnet fine. 
 To objects that no more would shine; 
 And while, a sheltering spot to gain. 
 The couple ran, through wind and rain. 
 Now rushing here and diving there. 
 •«• . > The dance went on without the pair. 
 
THE DARING MICE. 
 
 Some mice in council met one night, 
 And vowed by this and that, 
 
 That they would arm 
 themselves for fight, 
 And brave the tyrant cat. 
 
 Said they : " Why longer 
 fear her power ? 
 
 Tis time our strength 
 to try ; 
 
 We'll hang her by 
 the neck this hour, 
 
 Or in the effort die ?" 
 
 Two pistols and a 
 
 carving-knife, 
 
 A rifle and a rope. 
 Were instruments 
 
 of war enough 
 To justify their hope. 
 
 So with the Captain 
 
 in the front, 
 The hangman 
 
 in the rear, 
 They started out 
 
 to search for puss 
 Without a thought 
 
 of fear. 
 
Through silent halls and broken walls, 
 With cautious step and slow, 
 
 And furtive glances right and left, 
 From room to room they go. 
 
 Now pausing by a 
 
 nook or sill, 
 Where trouble might 
 be found. 
 Now crowding close 
 
 and closer still, 
 At every trifling sound. 
 
 But when before 
 
 an open door 
 The cat appear'd in sight, 
 The very instruments 
 they bore 
 Seemed paralyzed 
 with fright. 
 
 The Captain shrinking 
 in the van, 
 The hangman 
 
 crouched behind. 
 The pistol-shot 
 
 and rifleman 
 Had but a single mind. 
 
 In doubt and dread they turned and fled. 
 
 And lucky mice were they, 
 To find a hole so large that all 
 
 At once could run away. 
 
THE RATS AND THE MEAL. 
 
 NE summer's night, when all was still, 
 And motionless the wheel, 
 
 Some rats ran through the village mill, 
 And stole a bag of meal. 
 
 No place was that for them to stop 
 And settle every claim, 
 
 Eor pussy on the scene might pop 
 
 And spoil their little game. 
 
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 f»IMt^ COX 
 
 And cunning rats are never slow, 
 
 To choose the safest plan; 
 
 So some behind, and some before, 
 • • And some beside it, ran. 
 
 And hurry-scurry, tooth and nail, 
 
 They dragged it to the door, 
 
 And then, upon their shoulders, soon 
 ' Awav the treasure bore. 
 
But how a lit- 
 A little 
 Or little hand 
 May change 
 
 Now as they hast- 
 Along a nar- 
 The heavy load 
 And to the 
 
 And downward, 
 Ere they could 
 With many a little 
 The thieves 
 
 Some underneath 
 And struggled 
 
 All felt the press- 
 Ere they could 
 
 So then for life 
 
 tie step aside- 
 pause of fear, 
 
 not well applied, 
 a whole career. 
 
 en'd from the room 
 
 row plank, 
 went in the flume, 
 
 bottom sank. 
 
 with the bag of meal, 
 loose their hold, 
 
 squeak and squeal, 
 together rolled. 
 
 the sack were pin'd 
 minutes there, 
 
 ing need of wind, 
 reach the air. 
 
 they had to swim, 
 
 But when they reached the shore, 
 They dried themselves around a fire, 
 And vowed to steal no more. 
 
. THE HENS' ADVENTURE. 
 
 Three settinc^ hens forsook their nests, in pleasant summer weather, 
 And, searching for a needful bite, they started out together; 
 Through pasture land and stubble field, they ran a mile or more, 
 All struggling for the locust prize that hopped along before. 
 
 Sometimes they climbed across a fence, at times they crowded thro', 
 
 Now one, more active than the rest, would lead the other two; 
 
 At times the race was neck and neck, with expectation high, 
 
 But when almost within their reach, away again he'd fly. 
 
 Five minutes only could they spare, in which to scratch a meal, 
 
 No wonder, then, the race they ran was carried on with zeal. 
 
 It seemed a woeful waste of time to follow such a sprite, 
 
 But hope was large and hunger keen, and nothing else in sight. 
 
At length a pond before them lay, and into this he flew, 
 And swam across its surface smooth, and that they could not do. 
 But ere they had a moment's time to ponder on their woes, 
 
 From out his burrow in the ground, a cunning fox arose; 
 A daring rascal, that had long been plundering up and down, 
 And always kept the price of eggs and chickens high in town. 
 
His Christmas lasted all the year; for eight days out of nine, 
 Though traps were fixed and poison mixed, he would on poultry dine. 
 Now, faster than they had gone forth, when urged by hunger's pain, 
 They homeward ran, for horrid fear now spurred them o'er the plain. 
 The fox was close behind their tails, but, let him yelp or growl, 
 And do his utmost in the race, he could not catch a fowl! 
 Yet not until the frightened hens in barn and /*s. stable flew, 
 And dogs "bow-wowed!" and children | l'*^*^^^ screamed, 
 from chase the rogue with- j '^^^^['V drew; 
 And then the rooster stamped around, i ( 
 And did for hours scold, i-l 
 
 Because these poor old biddies found 
 that all their eggs were cold. 
 
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 WHAT THE BUTTERFLY SAYS. 
 
 H ROUGH all the sunny, summer days 
 
 I wander here and there, 
 And hardly ever stop to rest 
 
 A moment anywhere. 
 There are so many things to see, 
 And time is rather short with me. 
 
 \ 
 
 The bees, with many cares oppressed. 
 Do all their arts employ 
 
 To gather treasure to their nest, 
 That they will ne'er enjoy. 
 
 For man or beast will seize the comb 
 
 And eat them out of house and home 
 
It makes mc sad when clouds come o'er 
 To hide the «^olden sun, 
 
 Because 'twill shine for me no more 
 When some few weeks have run; 
 
 And little joy comes with the hour 
 
 That hides its face and brings the shower. 
 
 I only have a month or two, 
 And time soon runs away 
 .. • When one is seeing something new, 
 
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 -^^- ..^y-^..-^ - 
 
 Or sporting every day ; 
 
 And how the little people try 
 To catch me as I flutter by! 
 
 But I know what they want me for — 
 It's not to use me right; 
 
 It's not to give me sunny fields, 
 With daisies sprinkled white; 
 
 But just to pin me on the wall 
 To show their friends, and that is all 
 
 1 
 
A SPOILED GAME 
 
 One day, by chance, while roaming round, 
 
 >A h()lU)\\ tree old Hruin found, 
 
 
 That stood beside the grassy mead, 
 
 Where flocks of sheep were wont to feed, 
 
 ! 
 
"Well, this is luck, indeed," said he, 
 
 As, pausing there, he viewed the tree. 
 " Concealed within this trunk, I'll find 
 A splendid chance to suit the mind, 
 And, from my hidini^-place, behold 
 
 The fattest sheep that leave the fold. 
 
 
 
 
 
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 \'W ill '■ - . ■'-i^' 
 
 
 
 
 
 z-^!-/^/-:/^ COK 
 
 No lengthy race round stumps or trees 
 W ill be required, for here, at ease, 
 
 I'll bide my time and keep my place 
 Until they graze around the base, 
 Then, paralyze the flock with fear. 
 
 And live on mutton half the year." 
 
 So, in the tree to try the game. 
 
 He promptly squeezed his burly frame. 
 
And smiled a smile from ear to ear, 
 At thought of rarest pleasure near. 
 
 But plans, in spite of care and skill, 
 Are often non-productive still; 
 
 And thus it happened with the bear, 
 
 Whose prospects seemed so bright and fair ; 
 For, in that hollow, large and round, 
 A swarm of bees a home had found. 
 And, through the summer months, 
 had been 
 Both loyal to their cause 
 and queen; 
 And, tier on tier, 
 the sweets had stowed 
 Around their improvised abode 
 
 So now, when Bruin's 
 
 shaggy hide, 
 
 At once the air and light 
 
 denied. 
 The murmuring tribes were 
 
 nothing slow 
 
 To issue from the depths 
 
 below. 
 
 The strange eclipse 
 
 to now behold 
 
 That almanacs had not 
 
 foretold. 
 
It didn't take old Bruin long 
 
 To learn that something must be wrong. 
 
 Thermometers he needed not .:-._- 
 
 To soon convince him, that the spot 
 
Was ninety-nine degrees too hot. 
 
 Far quicker than this line is penned, 
 
 He tried the temperature to mend; 
 
 And, filled with wonder, pain and fright, 
 
 ^ .- , He scrambled up as best he might. 
 
 ■ ■ • - " Just how he dragged, or how he threw 
 
 His body out, he hardly knew; 
 
 But in some sure and sudden way 
 
 He reached the grass without delay. 
 
 Then through the brush and briars flew, • • • 
 
 Escorted by the spiteful crew. ''f 
 
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 While mating birds their nests soon lined 
 
 With tufts of hair he left behind. 
 
 The flocks, from neighboring hillocks green, 
 
 In great delight surveyed the scene. 
 
 The playful lambs stood in a crowd. 
 
 And hopped, and skipped, and laughed aloud; 
 
 And sober sheep of solemn style, 
 
 , .. That ne'er before were known to smile, 
 
 ' ' v. Now held their sides, and wagged the head, 
 
 And lautrhed until each face was red. 
 
FAIRIES AND THE INSECTS. 
 
 summer's bri^^htcst hours, 
 
 NP2 morn, in 
 
 Sweet Flora, goddess of all flowers, 
 Above the garden waved her hand, 
 And called around a F"airv band. 
 
 *' Protect," said she, " those blossoms fair. 
 From plundering tribes that fill the air. 
 From every quarter, here they come. 
 With whirring song and hungry hum. 
 From pink to pink, from rose to rose, 
 The active bee, unwearied, goes; 
 The beetle on the crocus falls, 
 And in the bell the emmet crawls. 
 We might o'erlook the gaudy host. 
 Whose lease of life is brief at most ; 
 And butterflies in mercy spare, 
 W^ho no defensive weapons bear, 
 But, by their actions none the best. 
 They set examples for the rest; 
 So, all alike must feel the smart, 
 Of severed head or bleeding heart. 
 
Around the opening blossoms stand, 
 
 With ready weapons in your hand; 
 
 And deal your blows -i,-!. 
 
 on every head, 
 
 That ventures nigh a bush or bed. 
 
 The peevish bands 
 
 you must engage ^^^....u^:, 
 
 Are nothing slow a war to wage; 
 
 They'll shower dangers thick and fast, 
 And test your mettle to the last. 
 
 Beware the emmet's poison breath, 
 
 And beedes' arms that hug to death. 
 
And in the fight, I charge you well, 
 
 Beware the bee, and hornet fell ; 
 
 For swift and vicious thrusts they deal, 
 
 That soon can make the strongest reel." 
 
 According to her strict command, 
 W^ith ready weapons, stood the band, 
 Around the flowers, and hurled the thieves, 
 By thousands, from the trembling leaves. ' . . ' 
 
 As day advanced, and up the sky 
 
 The sun was rolling, hot and high ; . " ■ 
 
 The insects, thick and thicker flew, : . 
 
 And fiercer still the battle grew. - 
 
 The hornets fell with broken stings. 
 With crippled legs and tattered wings; 
 The beetles tumbled round the beds. 
 With aching backs and dizzy heads; 
 
 \Miilc enunets, maddened by the blows. 
 Attacked, alike, their friends and foes; 
 And tlii!-^, unceasing, raged the fight, 
 Till closed around the shades of night 
 
 Then baffled bees fled in disii.ay, 
 The hornets dra*x<ied themseb cs awav ; 
 
The beetles crept to mossy walls, 
 The ants retired to earthen halls, 
 
 And then the bat of evening rose, 
 
 To guard the flowers through sweet repose. 
 
ENTERTAINING THE CALLER. 
 
 Uneasy, on the parlor chair, 
 The caller waits his lady fair; 
 
 Who is preparing — nothing slow, 
 With him to dance, or play to go. 
 
While children, ever sweet and dear, 
 About the caller gather near; 
 
 To see his watch, arrange cravat, 
 
 To read his book and try his hat, 
 To entertain and climb about. 
 
 And try his temper well, no doubt. 
 
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