Who drops it there,
In a ten-cent slice,
And cools the air

As he hollers "Ice!"

His rumbling wagon the children know;
And "Isn't he good and nice?"
They cry, as scampering out they go
For a chat with the man with ice.

Each outstretched hand

Gets a little slice;

Oh, it's a fairy land

When the man brings ice!

The horse that he drives looks wet and cool;
His wagon of rude device,

The heat divides with its freezing sides-
A-drip from the drops of ice!

And here and there,

As he saws a slice,

He cools the air

With his "Ice! Ice! Ice!"

So the man with the melon is welcome still,
And the man with the cream is nice;

But the mellow fellow who fills the bill
Is the man with the daily ice:

DROPS OF WATER.

Who drops it there,

In a ten-cent slice,

And cools the air

As he hollers "Ice!".

UNKNOWN.

DROPS OF WATER.

Some little drops of water,
Whose home was in the sea,
To go upon a journey,

Once happened to agree.

They had a cloud for a carriage,

They drove a playful breeze,

And over town and country
They rode along at ease.

But oh, there were so many,
That soon the carriage broke,
And to the ground came tumbling
These frightened little folk.

And through the moss and grasses

They were compelled to roam, Until a brooklet found them

And carried them all home.

UNKNOWN.

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BECAUSE HE DIDN'T THINK.

Once a little turkey, fond of her own way, Wouldn't ask the old ones where to go or stay. She said: "I'm not a baby. Here I am half grown,

Surely I am big enough to run around alone!" Off she went; but somebody, hiding, saw her pass,

Soon like snow her feathers covered all the grass, So she made a supper for a sly young mink, 'Cause she was so headstrong that she wouldn't think.

Once there was a robin lived outside the door, Who wanted to go inside and hop upon the floor. “No, no,” said the mother, "you must stay with me!

Little birds are safest sitting in a tree!"

"I don't care," said robin, and gave his tail a

fling;

"I don't think the old folks know quite everything."

Down he flew, and kitty seized him before he'd time to wink.

"Oh," he cried, "I'm sorry; but I didn't think."

CIRCUMSTANCES AND CASES.

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Now, my little children, who may read this song, Don't you see what trouble comes from thinking

wrong?

Can't you take a warning from their dreadful fate, Who began their thinking when it was too late? Don't think there's always safety, don't suppose that you know more

Than anybody knows who has gone before. But, when you're warned of ruin, pause upon the brink,

And don't go under headlong,

'Cause you didn't think.

PHOEBE CARY.

CIRCUMSTANCES AND CASES.

There's plenty of work for this morning," she cried :

"There's baking, and scrubbing, and sweeping beside."

But she went at the baking with laughter and

song,

And she said as she finished, "That didn't take

long."

And then to the scrubbing-and how she did scrub!

The boards were like snow when she gave the last rub.

Her hands were so deft and her arms were so

strong;

And she said as she finished, "That didn't take long."

The dinner was over, the work was all done; "And now for that errand," she said: "I must

run!

Six o'clock comes so soon when the days are so long."

And off she went, humming a verse of that song.

The road she'd to travel was as straight as a die, She knew every step, and she meant just to fly; But she met an acquaintance down there by the stile,

And somehow-that errand-it took a good while. UNKNOWN.