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And the husband sat cheerily down by her side,
Hark! hark !-what was that? Hark! hark to the shout!--
Fire ! fire ! it is raging above and below ;
They see us ! they see us! the signal is waved !
THE CONTENTED AND VIRTUOUS WOODCUTTER. 'GOOD-MORROW !" the youth to the woodcutter cried,
“Father Peter, so frank and so free.” With a smile of good-nature, the old man replied,
“ Master Francis, good-morrow to thee!
'Tis a good thing to rise with the lark, Master Frank,
When the fresh morning breezes abound; Ere the sun rises high in the clear blue sky,
And the flow'rets are springing around.”
“You're a happy old man, Father Peter, and yet
I hardly know why you are so;
That your head is as white as the snow.
Appear to disturb you-no never!
Your heart seems as cheerful as ever.”
“ Master Francis, whate'er be thy joys in the world,
Whate'er be the griefs that arise,
Look above, for a Friend in the skies.
And support thee in glare and in gloom;
The spring in thy bosom shall bloom.”
“Father Peter, your body resembles the oak,
Decked with leaves, though its trunk may decline;
And your cheek is more ruddy than mine.
But I never observed it till now;
And yet there is hope on your brow.”
Who believes there's a better in storeThat the dawn of a glorious day will appear
When the shadows of midnight are o'er ? While thou sett'st thy young heart on the things of this
world, Distraction and care will be given ; But thy sorrow would cease, and thy soul rest in peace,
If thy treasure and heart were in heaven.”
“How many that live in the prime of their day,
Despond when their prospects are fair;
In darkness, and doubt, and despair!
In a very few years you must die,
And hope brightly beams in your eye.”
“While our minds are fast bound by an earthly control,
The world must in trouble be trod;
Who depends on his Saviour and God.
Though the world were encircled with fire,
And a hope that shall never expire.
Master Francis, a thousand enjoyments are near,
And ten thousand temptations attend;
For he died to redeem, and still lives to defend.
In preparing for life's swift decline;
REPORT ON AN ADJUDGED CASE.
BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose
The spectacles set them, unhappily, wrong;
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause
With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws,
So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.
“In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear,
And your lordship,” he said, “will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear ;
Which amounts to possession time out of mind.”
Then holding the spectacles up to the court
“ Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle, As wide as the ridge of the nose is ; in short,
Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Again : would your lordship a moment suppose
('Tis a case that has happened, and may be again) That the visage or countenance had not a nose;
Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles then?
On the whole it appears, and my argument shows,
With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,
And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.”
Then shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how),
He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes ;
For the court did not think they were equally wise.
So his lordship decreed, with a grave, solemn tone,
Decisive and clear, without one if or but,
THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE.
A FORWARD hare, of swiftness vain,
A tortoise heard his vain oration,
THE DIRGE OF WALLACE.
THEY lighted a taper at the dead of night,
And chanted their holiest hymn;
Her eye was all sleepless and dim!
When a death-watch beat in her lonely room,