And her friends all mysteriously said "it was Time.' Oh, go! Father Time! Fie! Father Time! Oh! what a crime! Fie! Father Time! LESSON CIX. FAIRY TIMES. The following pretty tribute to times, the return of which will be prevented by the advancement of mankind in knowledge and science, appears best when spoken by a young pupil. The author is unknown to the Editor. They may talk as they will, but the fairy times When up from their dwellings a few dark rhymes O! from my heart how I'd pray and vow, If rhymes had but half such virtue now. Where is the cave, like that dark one, damp, And the modern slippers,-what are they, alas ! O! for the days when giants were rife, And knocked with a loud and dreadful clang, Till the roofs and the gates, and the wild woods rang. When the good and the fair as the wizard hand stirred When maidens spoke, and, at each sweet word, I wonder if any lady now Could open her lips and let diamonds flow? When gentle and bright ones with golden hair Are any such knights in green and blue Oh talk as they will, but the fairy times And O! how I wish that rhymes again LESSON CX. THE LOVE OF MAN A STEP TO THE LOVE OF GOD. The following APOLOGUE, or Moral Fable, is a gem, but the Editor is unacquainted with its owner. It is an imitation of the Oriental style of composition. "Abon Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) "What writest thou ?"-The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "the names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one ?" said Abon. " Nay, not so," Replied the angel, Abon spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then, The angel wrote, and vanished. "The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest." LESSON CXI. THE MUSQUETO. The following lines are by M'JILTON. They may be spoken by quite a small child. Begone you starveling, ill-starred creature, You spider legged imp! go 'long! You tap the saint as well as sinner, To cant and quibble o'er a name, Nor for the wise forsake the fool. ; To rhyme much more, its not for me to But if again you visit me, I hope you'll not invite your friends. LESSON CXII. THE KATYDID. The Katydid is an insect not uncommon in New England, whose name is derived from the noise it makes in the evening. The lines are from the witty pen of Dr. O. W. HOLMES. I love to hear thine earnest voice, Wherever thou art hid, Thou testy little dogmatist, Thou 'mindest me of gentle folks-- Thou art a female Katydid! I know it by the trill That quivers through thy piercing notes, I think there is a knot of you A knot of spinster Katydids- O tell me where did Katy live, Or kiss more cheeks than one? Than many a Kate has done. Dear me! I'll tell you all about And Ann, with whom I used to walk So often down the lane; And all that tore their locks of black Ah no! the living oak shall crash, Shall add one word, to tell The mystic story of the maid, Whose name she knows so well. Peace to the ever murmuring race, Shall fold in death her feeble wings, Then shall she raise her fainting voice And then the child of future years May hear what Katy did. |