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ting and grumbling. I know somebody who is much happier, and this is the way she contrives to be so-thinking of others-satisfied with what her Heavenly Father has judged best for her. Which somebody are you?
GIVE THE LITTLE BOYS A CHANCE.
[Deliver in a spirited, proud manner.]
Here we are! don't leave us out
Just because we're little boys!
But we step by step advance;
Never slight us in your play
You were once as small as we;
Then, perhaps, our power you'll see.
Little hands will soon be strong
For the work that they must do;
When these early days are through.
On our toes you needn't dance;
THE JOVIAL FARMER BOY.
[Speak with boldness and spirit.] A jovial farmer boy I'll be,
As free as birds that sing;
I'll carol forth my songs of glee
Among the flow'rs of spring.
With "Whoop-ho-hoy!" to drive my team
To drink, and lave in the silver stream-
No place for me the crowded town,
I'll go and 'come a farmer's boy,
From city perils free;
I'll crack my whip, and cry, "Whoop-hoy!" A farmer boy I'll be.
[Deliver expressively and tenderly.]
For summer's nearly done;
Cool breezes in the sun,
Our swallows flown away-
In the falling of the year.
Bright yellow, red and orange
But soon they'll turn to ghosts.
Hang russet on the bough;
And what will this poor Robin do
The fireside for the cricket,
The wheat stack for the mouse,
The branches plumed with snow-
Where can poor Robin go?
And a crumb of bread for Robin,
WHO I LIKE.
W. O. C.
"I am a little boy and don't know much; but I can tell P from Q, and I know who I like. I like Uncle Jabez, because he always has peanuts in his pockets, and gives me some. But my Uncle Jeremiah always looks cross out of his eyes, and says: "Out of the way there, little boy!" And I like my grandma, because her cheeks smell like pineapples, and she always gives me ginger snaps when I go to see her. When I speak next time I'll tell you who I like best -it's my mother!
A VERY NICE PAIR.
[Render this in as droll a manner as possible.]
Two magpies sat on a garden rail,
As it might be Wednesday week; And one little magpie wagged his tail In the other little magpie's beak.
And, doubling like a fist his little claw-hand,
This is more than flesh and blood can stand
So they pecked and they scratched each other's little eyes, Till all that was left on the rail
Was the beak of one of the little magpies
WHEN I AM BIG.
M. E. H. EVERETT.
[To be recited in a bold, manly way.]
Why, I shall have a splendid house-
All in the very nicest room
And sitting in it, smiling sweet,
The nicest woman-there!