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their redemption; not a word they spoke could be recalled, and so they perished-their light went out in darkness, and they were not remembered more than the insects of yesterday. Will you thus live and die, oh, man immortal? Live for something! Do good and leave behind you a monument of virtue that time can never destroy. Write your name in kindness, love and mercy on the hearts of thousands you come in contact with, year by year, and you will never be forgotten. No; your name, your deeds, will be as legible on the hearts you leave behind as the stars on the brow of the evening. Good deeds will shine as brightly on the earth as the stars of heaven.
THE BALLAD OF BABY BELL.
ADAPTED FROM T. B. ALDRICH.
[To be recited in a tender, sympathetic manner.]
Have you not heard the poets tell
She saw this planet, like a star,
Hung in the glistening depths of even-
They fell like dew upon the flowers,
It came upon us by degrees,
And all our hopes were changed to fears,
We cried aloud in our belief,
And perfect grow thro' grief."
Her heart was folded deep in ours!
The messenger from unseen lands;
She only crossed her little hands, She only looked more meek and fair! We parted back her silken hair,
We wove the roses round her browWhite buds, the summer's drifted snowWrapped her from head to foot in flowers! And thus went dainty Baby Bell Out of this world of ours!
THE SNAKE IN THE GRASS.
J. G. SAXE.
[In a descriptive vein.]
Come, listen awhile to me, my lads,
Let that terrible drum For a moment be dumb, For your uncle is going to tell What befel
A youth that loved liquor too well.
A clever young man was he, my lads,
And behaved like a person possessed
The temperance plan is the best.
One evening he went to the tavern, my lads. He went to the tavern one night!
And drinking too much
Rum, brandy, and such,
The chap got exceedingly "tight,"
And was quite
What your aunts would entitle a "fright."
The fellow fell into a snooze, my lads-
My eyes, how he shivers and shakes
And raves about great horrid snakes!
'Tis a warning to you and to me, my lads-
Tho' no one can see
To hear the poor lunatic howl
How they crawl
All over the floor and the wall!
The next morning he took to his bed, my lads,
And he never got up
Tho' properly physicked and bled!
And I read,
Next day, the poor fellow was dead!
You have heard of the snake in the grass, my lads, Of the viper concealed in the grass;
But now you must know
Man's deadliest foe
Is a snake of a different class!
'Tis the viper that lurks in the glass!
[With humor and vivacity.]
And there they sat, a popping corn,
And there they sat and shelled the corn,
Then Susan she the popper shook,
As saucepans made of copper.
And then they shelled, and popped, and ate,
While he haw-hawed at her remarks,
And still they popped, and still they ate-
The clock struck nine-the clock struck ten,
And John he ate, and Sue she thought-
Till John cried out, "The corn's a-fire!
Said she, "John Styles, it's one o'clock;
I'm sick of all this popping corn-
[Speak in a spirited way.]
A dozen tadpoles wriggled out
They roamed among the rushes green,
A greater wonder was to come:
They heard an old frog say "Jug―rum!”
"Oh, could we only speak like that!