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one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down-shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh-I saw the iron enter into his soul-I burst into tears—I could sustain the sight no longer.
THE LITTLE FISH WHO WOULD NOT DO AS
HE WAS BID.
DEAR mother, said a little fish,
Pray is not that a fly?
You'd let me go and try.
While starting from her nook,
The sharpness of the hook.
Was young and foolish too,
And see if it was true.
With many a longing look,
I'm sure that's not a hook.
I can but give one little pluck,
Let's see, and so I will
Quite through his little gill !
With hollow voice he cried-
I need not now have died.
WE ARE SEVEN.
A simple child,
“ Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ?” “How many ? Seven in all,” she said And wondering, looked at me.
“ And where are they? I pray you tell, *
Two of us in the churchyard lie.
And, in the churchyard cottage, I
“ You say that two at Conway dwell,
Then did the little maid reply,
“ You run about, my little maid,
“ Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little girl replied ; 6 Twelve steps or more, from mother's door, And they are side by side.
My stockings there I often knit,
And often after sunset, sir,
Till God released her of her pain,
So in the churchyard she was laid ;
And when the ground was white with snow,
“How many are you then,” said I,
“But they are dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven !"'Twas throwing words away; for still, The little maid would have her will, And said, “Nay, we are seven !”
THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.
A NIGHTINGALE that all day long
A something shining in the dark,
HE WOULD BE A SOLDIER.
Mr. Ashton. I have always told you, my son, that I would never control you in the choice of a profession, and that my narrow means should be stretched to their utmost, to give you a proper education for such a one as you may choose. But it is a great while for you to look forward to an occupation for life.
Char. Yes, but you know, sir, that many great men have begun when they were but boys, and the sooner I determine what I am to be, the more perfect I can fit myself for it when the time comes.