A Dinner and a Kiss. 143 Call him not a noble man, Such existence is a shame; And when ends his life's blank span, All things labour for our good, As we toil," a working man." A DINNER AND A KISS. "The blacksmith's daughter said, "VE brought your dinner, father," As she took from her arm the kettle The blacksmith took off his apron, While she, with her kettle swinging, If always our frugal dinners Wine, the mocker, do not taste; Listen! for I serious am; Worldly glory's but a sham; Sounding titles, empty noise. Fashion's glitter and display Crowns oppress the wearer's head, Carking care its mark hath set. Wealth, the idol of to-day, Fame, that glittering bubble bright, - Selfish, high ambitious aims- Would'st thou satisfaction find? At her fount thy spirit slake. Look at grander, nobler things; Seek the source from whence there springs Joys the world can never give, Life thou need'st not fear to live. A Tale of a Tail. 145 IN A TALE OF A TAIL. JOHN FAWCETT SKELTON. the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and blank, A certain great people were seized with a passion, (Especially that portion with riches and rank), To do all the foolish commands of King Fashion. A thousand times morally harder than steel; His ridiculous mandates had long been obeyed, Of feelingless folly I blush to record; Till at last from the throne of this wizard (or witch) "Henceforth stylish folk must accompanied be Lady Littlewit heard of the royal decree, And thought of her Flora's fine tail with regret; "I will, ma'am," says Barney," "I lave ye me word;" And away for the cook's kitchen-cleaver he ran. By-and-by the fine lady heard Flora give out But soon came another yell louder than that. 146 Hope for the Best. Then others, at intervals, louder than all, Floated in through the window half open for air; So she bid her own maid the man Barney to call, For the row in the yard became dreadful to bear. “Barney! Barney!" said she, when the fellow came in, Have you cut off her tail yet, so long and so thin?" Now, applying this tale of a tai! unto drink There be drunkards would willingly have it cut off, But not at a blow, for they curiously think That death or long sickness would come, sure enough, For each glass is "a bit," and the wound bleeds afresh, HOPE FOR THE BEST. ROBERT H. BROWN. LET us hope for the best—it is better To struggle than yield to despair ; Hope breaketh each link of the fetter, Dispel the dark yoke from your breast; How noble Harry kept his word. Let us hope for the best-never fear, Will do little in guiding us back. But meet the foe full in the face! 147 HOW NOBLE HARRY KEPT HIS WORD. ALFRED J. GLASSPOOL. HE boy stood firm, he would not go, TH Though keen his father's look: "Go fetch me drink at once," he said, "And put aside thy book;" But like a giant rock at sea That stands amidst the storm, He stood erect a noble lad, Though but a childlike form. "I cannot go," the boy replied The father frowned, and dark the cloud He raised his hand to strike a blow,— "At once obey me now." "Yes, father, I will gladly be A good obedient son; But give me, please, some other task; It shall be quickly done." "Put on thy cap and fetch me drink, Stay not one instant more." But brave the little hero stood, His eyes upon the floor. Then down he knelt and clasped his hands, While tears ran down his face: The father's heart began to melt, He drew him back apace. |