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If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
O Caledonia ! stern and wild,
THE ORPHAN BOY,
Stay, Lady, stay, for mercy's sake,
And hear a helpless orphan's tale ! Ah! sure my looks must pity wake!
'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale.
Yet I was once a mother's pride,
And my brave father's hope and joy ;
And I am now an Orphan Boy.
When news of Nelson's victory came,
And see the lighted windows flame! To force me home my mother sought;
She could not bear to see my joy ; For with my father's life 'twas bought,
And made me a poor Orphan Boy. The people's shouts were long and loud ;
My mother, shuddering, closed her ears; “Rejoice! rejoice !” still cried the crowd ;
My mother answered with her tears. “Why are you crying thus,” said I,
“While others laugh and shout with joy?” She kiss'd me,-and, with such a sigh !
She call’d me her poor Orphan Boy. “What is an Orphan Boy ?” I cried,
As in her face I looked and smiled; My mother through her tears replied,
“You'll know too soon, ill fated child !” And now they've tolld my mother's knell,
And I'm no more a parent's joy : O lady! I have known too well
What 'tis to be an Orphan Boy.
THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE. In days of yore, when time was young, When birds convers’d as well as sung, When use of speech was not confin'd Merely to brutes of human kind, A forward Hare, of swiftness vain, The genius of the neighbouring plain,
Would oft deride the drudging crowd:
A Tortoise heard his vain oration, And vented thus his indignation : “O puss ! it bodes thee dire disgrace, “ When I defy thee to the race. “Come, 'tis a match; nay, no denial ; “I'll lay my shell upon the trial." 'Twas done, and done—all fair-a betJudges prepar'd-and distance set. The scampering Hare outstript the wind, The creeping Tortoise lagg'd behind, And scarce had pass'd a single pole, When puss had almost reach'd the goal. “ Friend Tortoise,” quoth the jeering Hare, “ Your burden's more than you can bear; “ To help your speed, it were as well “ That I should ease you of your shell: “ Jog on a little faster, 'pr'y thee; “ I'll take a nap, and then be with thee.” So said, so done; and safely sure, For say, what conquest more secure? Whene'er he wak’d (that's all that's in it,) He could o’ertake him in a minute.
The Tortoise heard his taunting jeer, But still resoly'd to persevere :
Still drawld along, as who should say, “ I'll win, like Fabius, by delay :" On to the goal securely crept, While puss, unknowing, soundly slept. The bets were won, the Hare awoke, When thus the victor Tortoise spoke : “Puss, though I own thy quicker parts, “ Things are not always done by starts ; “ You may deride my awkward pace, “ But slow and steady wins the race.”
. WE ARE SEVEN.
-A simple Child,
-Her beauty made be glad. “ Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?” “ How many ? Seven in all,” she said, And wondering looked at me. “ And where are they? I pray you tell.” She answered, “ Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother, And, in the church-yard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.” “ You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven !-I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be.” Then did the little Maid reply, “Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree.”
“ You run about, my little Maid,
And often after sun-set, Sir,
The first that died was little Jane ;
So in the church-yard she was laid ;
And when the ground was white with snow,
“How many are you then,” said I,