He lived at peace with all mankind,
In friendship he was true:
His coat had pocket-holes behind,
His pantaloons were blue..

Unharmed, the sin which earth pollutes
He passed securely o'er;
And never wore a pair of boots
For thirty years or more.

But good old Grimes is now at rest,
Nor fears misfortune's frown;
He wore a double-breasted vest;
The stripes ran up and down.

He modest merit sought to find, A
And pay it its desert;

He had no malice in his mind,

No ruffles on his shirt.

DAISY'S FAITH.

Down in de b'ight deen meadow,
De pitty daisies' home
Daisies dat are my namesakes,
Mamma has let me tome.
S'e said dat s'e tould see me
From her yoom-window dere;
Besides, I know Our Farder
Will teep me in his tare.

Oh, see how many daisies,
Daisies so white an' fair
I'll mate a weaf for mamma,
To wear upon her hair.
An' den s'e'll loot so pitty-
My darlin' own mamma!
An' tiss her 'ittle Daisy,
An' s'ow it to papa.

De bweeze is soft an' toolin',
An' tosses up my turls;
I dess it tomes from heaven
To p'ay wis 'ittle dirls.
De birdies sin' so sweetly;
To me dey seem to say,
"Don't be af'aid, dear Daisy,
Dod teeps oo all de day."*

I'll mate a ball for baby

Soon as dis weaf is done,
An' den I'll fow it at her —
Oh my! my fead's all don'!

"You are old, Father William," the young man cried;
The few locks which are left you are gray;
You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man;
Now, tell me the reason, I pray."

"In the days of my youth," Father William replied,

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I remembered that youth would fly fast,

And abused not my health and my vigor at first,

That I never might need them at last."

"You are old, Father William," the young man cried, "And pleasures with you pass away,

And yet you lament not the days that are gone;
Now, tell me the reason, I pray."

"In the days of my youth," Father William replied,

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I remembered that youth could not last;

I thought of the future, whatever I did,

That I never might grieve for the past."

"You are old, Father William," the young man cried,
"And life must be hastening away;

You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death;
Now, tell me the reason, I pray."

"I am cheerful, young man," Father William replied;
"Let the cause thy attention engage:

In the days of my youth I remembered my God,
And he hath not forgotten my age."

R. SOUTHEY.

"You are old, Father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white ; :7
And yet you incessantly stand on your head
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"

"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;

But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;

Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door
Pray, what is the reason of that?"

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"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his gray locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple

By the use of this ointment- one shilling the box
Allow me to sell you a couple."

"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet;

Yet

you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak: Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

"In my youth," said his father, " I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;

And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my

life,"

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