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A Dog, crossing a little rivulet, with a piece of flesh in his mouth, saw his own shadow represented in the clear mirror of the limpid stream; and believing it to be another dog, who was carrying another piece of flesh, he could not forbear catching at it; but was so far from getting anything by his greedy design, that he dropped the piece he had in his mouth, which immediately sunk to the bottom and was irrecoverably lost. This should teach us not to let go the substance to
catch at a shadow.
DAYS OF MY YOUTH.
There is no part of life so happy as youth; the following lines, written by a celebrated man now living in England, show with what regret he looks back to the pleasant days of his boyhood.
'Twas paper'd o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote — my present dreams Will never soar so high.
My joys are wingless all, and dead;
My foot-ball's laid upon the shelf;–
No more in moontide sun I bask;
The very chum that shared my cake
No skies so blue, or so serene
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All things I loved are alter'd so,
Oh, for the garb that mark'd the boy—
Oh, for the lessons learn'd by heart!
Ay! though the very birch's smart
I'd “kiss the rod,” and be resign'd
Beneath the stroke — and even find
The Arabian Nights, rehearsed in bed;
The angel form that always walk'd
The “omne bene” – Christmas come!
Then home, sweet home; the crowded coach—
When that I was a tiny boy
THE RATS AND THE BARLEY.
SoME Rats, having found a sack of barley deposited in the corner of a garret, enjoyed themselves every day, in feasting abundantly upon it, till it was all gone. The winter now set in, but they had no provision, and none could they get at in the neighborhood. “How foolish were we,” said one of them, “that we did not eat less at a time, and then we might have had plenty to last us all the winter.”