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Behold," quoth he, “ that mighty thing,
A pumpkin, large and round, “ Is held but by a little string, “ Which upwards cannot make it spring,
“ Or bear it from the ground; “ Whilst on this oak, a fruit so small,
“So disproportion'd grows;
“ Its ill contrivance knows.
“ That weight upon a tree;
“ And small and feeble be." Nor more the caviller could say,
Nor farther faults descry;
Fell down upon his eye.
As punish'd for the sin :
Nor scull have kept them in.
These emmets, how little they are in our eyes !
Without our regard or concern :
Some lessons of wisdom might learn.
And for winter they lay up their stores : They manage their work in such regular forms, One would think they foresaw all the frosts and
the storms, And so brought their food within doors. But I have less sense than a poor creeping ant, If I take not due care for the things I shall want,
Nor provide against dangers in time: When death or old age shall stare me in my face, What a wretch shall I be in the end of my days,
If I trifle away all their prime ! Now, now, while my strength and my youth are in
bloom, Let me think what will serve me when sickness
And pray that my sins be forgiv'n:
THE SLUGGARD.-Watts. 'Tis the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him com
plain, “ You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber
again;" As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy
“ A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;" Thus he wastes his days and his hours without
number; And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands, Or walks about saunt'ring, or trilling he stands. I pass’d by his garden, and saw the wild brier, The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher;
The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; And his money still wastes, 'till he starves or he
begs. I made him a visit, still hoping to find He had taken more care in improving his mind : He told me his dreams, talk'd of eating and
drinking, But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves
thinking Said I then to my heart, “ Here's a lesson for me; “ That man's but a picture of what I might be : “ But thanks to my friends for their care in my
breeding, “Who taught me betimes to love working and reading."
INNOCENT PLAY. Abroad in the meadows to see the young lambs Run sporting about by the side of their dams,
With fleeces so clean and so white;
How much we may learn from the sight!
So foul and so fierce are their natures :
lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures. Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we say, Should injure another in jesting or play;
For he's still in earnest that's hurt: How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and
mire! There's none but a madam will fing about fire,
And tell you, “ 'Tis all but in sport." "
THE STURDY ROCK. The sturdy rock, for all its strength,
By raging seas is rent in twain :
stone is pierc'd at length,
By yelping hounds at bay is set;
At length is caught in fowler's net;
All things are bounden to obey,
wit and worthy skill,
Upon the throne of glorious fame;
Yet hurts he not his virtuous name;
WE ARE SEVEN.-Wordsworth. A SIMPLE child, dear brother Sim,
That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death? I met a little cottage girl,
She was eight years old, she said, Her hair was thick with
That cluster'd round her head.
many a curl
She had a rustic woodland air,
And she was wildly clad;
Her beauty made me glad.
“ 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 ?”
She answer'd,“ Seven are we, “ And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea. “ Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother, “ And in the church-yard cottage, I
“ Dwell near them with my mother,” “ You say that two at Conway dwell,
“ And two are gone to sea, “ And yet you are seven, I pray you tell
“ Sweet maid how this may be." Then did the little maid reply,
“ Seven boys and girls are we, “ Two of us in the church-yard lie
“ Beneath the church-yard tree.” “ You run about my little maid,
* Your limbs are all alive,
" Then you are only five."
“ They may be seen," The little maid replied,
“ Twelve steps or more
“ From mother's door, “ And they are side by side.