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FOR HOME AND SCHOOL.
THE BEGGAR MAN. – Miss Lamb.
ABJECT, stooping, old, and wan,
Then rought too good for him to wear,
LULLABY ON AN INFANT CHIEF.
See the boy advance in age,
LULLABY ON AN INFANT CHIEF. - W. Scott.
0, HUSH thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight, Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright; The woods and the glens, from the towers which we
see, They all are belonging, dear baby, to thee.
0, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, it calls but the warders that guard thy repose; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be
red, Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
O, hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come
THE REAPER'S CHILD. – Miss Lamb.
If you go to the field where the reapers now bind
The sheaves of ripe corn, there a fine little lass, Only three months of age, by the hedge-row you 'll find
Left alone by its mother upon the low grass.
While the mother is reaping, the infant is sleeping;
Not the basket that holds the provision is less, By the hard-working reaper, than this little sleeper,
Regarded, till hunger does on the babe press.
Then it opens its eyes, and it utters loud cries,
Which its hard-working mother afar off will hear; She comes at its calling, she quiets its squalling,
And feeds it, and leaves it again without fear.
When you were as young as this field-nursed daugh.
ter, You were fed in the house and brought up on the
knee; So tenderly watched, thy fond mother thought her
Whole time well bestowed in nursing of thee.
FEIGNED COURAGE. - Miss Lamb.
HORATIO, of ideal courage vain,
THE THIRSTY FLY.
Now I'll be Hector, when his angry blade
THE THIRSTY FLY.
Busy, curious, thirsty fly,
GOING INTO BREECHES. — Miss Lamb.
Joy to Philip, he this day Has his long coats cast away, And (the childish season gone) Puts the manly breeches on. Officer on gay parade, Red coat in his first cockade, Bridegroom in his wedding trim, Birth-day beau surpassing him, Never did with conscious gait Strut about in half the state, Or the pride, (yet free from sin,) Of my little manikin; Never was there pride or bliss Half so rational as his. Sashes, frocks, to those that need 'em, Philip's limbs have got their freedom, He can run, or he can ride, And do twenty things beside, Which his petticoats forbade; Is he not a happy lad ? Now he's under other banners, He must leave his former manners; Bid adieu to female games, And forget their very names. Puss in corners, hide and seek, Sports for girls and punies weak! Baste the bear he now may play at, Leap-frog, football, sport away at, Show his skill and strength at cricket, Mark his distance, pitch his wicket, Run about in winter's snow Till his cheeks and fingers glow,