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Lives of married folks remind us
We can live our lives as well,
And, departing, leave behind us
Such examples as shall "tell."

Such examples that another,

Wasting time in idle sport,
A forlorn, unmarried brother,
Seeing, shall take heart and court!

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart on triumph set;
Still contriving, still pursuing,
And each one a husband get!



[Recite the two following pieces with simplicity and naturalness.]

Up this world and down this world,
And over this world and through,
Though drifted about
And tossed without,

Why, "paddle your own canoe."

What though the sky is heavy with clouds,

Or shining, a field of blue,

If the bleak wind blows,
Or the sunshine glows,
Still "paddle your own canoe."

What if breakers rise up ahead,
With dark waves rushing through,
Move steadily by,

With downcast eye,

And "paddle your own canoe."

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There are daisies springing along the shores,
Blooming and sweet for you;

There are rose-hued dyes
In the autumn skies-
Then "paddle your own canoe."



Last night as I tumbled and toss'd in my bed,
Half roasted, half toasted, and nearly quite dead,
I heard a slight wriggle, and then a loud rap,
And I said to myself, "There's a mouse in the trap!"
So I jump'd up and lighted my small chamber lamp,
And quickly discover'd the precious young scamp.
I held up the box, and a pair of bright eyes
Look'd hard in my face with a midnight surprise,
And a brief little tail was coiled up there so snug,
I thought that the mouse was a common sized bug.

There sat the young sinner, exceedingly slim,
He wondering at me, and I wondering at him!
"And don't you consider yourself a great rogue ?"
I said, imitating the mouse people's brogue;
"And very great villain, not honest at all?"
Said the mouse, with a whine, "I'm exceedingly small
Just look at my figure, examine my face,

I am young, my dear sir, to be caught in this case,
And if you'll but let me get out of this ' 'fix,'
With the best of good mice, sir, in future I'll mix.”

"Not so," I replied, "you have troubled me sore-
In short, Mister Mouse, you're a terrible bore,
You've nibbled my closet, you've nibbled my nose,
You've eaten away all the ends of my toes,
And if on my cheese, sir, unharm'd you should sup,
You'd grow to a giant, and then eat me up."

The mouse gave a sigh, as I took up the box,
But he felt like a culprit just put in the stocks;
Then I went to the window and look'd on the night-

The heat was terrific, the stars were all bright.

I look'd down the court and espied a tall cat,
Who was fanning her whiskers while cooking a rat,
So said I, "Mistress Pussy, allow me to add
A bit to your meal in shape of a sad
But, I hope, very tender and delicate mouse-
The last of his tribe, so I trust, in the house."

The cat mew'd her thanks and uplifted her paws,
So I shook out the plague just over her claws.
Then rose a faint struggle, and then a short scream—
No harm to the mouse, though—'twas all like a dream,
For I saw him run off as the cat raised her wail,
And the moon dropped a beam on the tip of his tail.



[Boldly and forcibly.]

Onward go, forward go,
Like a soldier true!
Manfully perform the work
That is yours to do!

Never fear, never faint,

In the world's highway;
Earnestly declare the right,

For it work and pray!

Nobly think, nobly act,

In life's endeavor;
Show a will to dare and do-
Be a coward never!

Onward go, forward go;

Be master of your plan:
Let your golden watchword read:
"I'll be a working man!"



[Give in a natural, conversational style.]

You have often heard "It takes two to make a quarrel." Do you believe it? I'll tell you how one of my little friends managed. Dolly never came to see Marjorie that there was not a quarrel. Marjorie tried to speak gently, but no matter how hard she tried, Dolly finally made her so angry that she would soon speak sharp words, too.

"O, what shall I do?" cried poor little Marjorie. "Suppose you try this plan," said her mamma.

"The next time

Dolly comes in, seat yourself in front of the fire, and take the tongs in your hand. Whenever a sharp word comes from Dolly, gently snap the tongs without speaking a word."

Soon afterwards, in marched Dolly to see her little friend.

It was not a quarter of an hour before Dolly's temper was ruffled, and her voice was raised, and, as usual, she began to find fault and scold. Marjorie fled to the hearth and seized the tongs, snapping them gently.

More angry words from Dolly.

Snap! went the tongs.

More still. Snap!

"Why don't you speak?" screamed Dolly in a fury. Snap! went the tongs.

"Speak!" said she. Snap! was the only answer.
"I'll never, never come again-never!" cried Dolly.

Away she went. Did she keep her promise? No, indeed. She came the very next day; but seeing Marjorie run for the tongs, she solemnly said if she would only let them alone, they should quarrel no more for ever and ever!



[Give in a tender, expressive manner.]

In an old trunk of Grandma's,
That I found the other night,
Was a tiny case of jewels,
Lined with satin white.

First I came to a circlet of pearls,
Once worn on Grandma's hair,
Those tresses now are silver,

And need no gems more rare.

Then a dainty turquoise ring,

That was clasped by chubby hands;
And many more delicate trinkets

Grown old 'mid life's swift sands.

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