So Billy went up to the main-topgallant mast, He scarce had come to the Twelfth Commandment "Jerusalem and Madagascar, And North and South Amerikee: So when they got aboard of the Admiral's The Captain of a Seventy-three. WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY. The Butterfly and the Bee. "The Butterfly and the Bee," by William Lisle Bowles (1762-1850), I recommended by some school-girls. It carries a lesson in favou of the worker. METHOUGHT I heard a butterfly Say to a labouring bee: "Thou hast no colours of the sky "Poor child of vanity! those dyes, “Content I toil from morn to eve, To tribes of gaudy sloth I leave The vanity of dress." WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES An Incident of the French Camp. "An Incident of the French Camp," by Robert Browning (1812-89). is included in this volume out of regard to a boy of eight years who did not care for many poems, but this one stirred his heart to its depths. You know, we French storm'd Ratisbon: ben A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Just as perhaps he mus'd "My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Waver at yonder wall," Out 'twixt the battery smokes there flew Until he reach'd the mound. Then off there flung in smiling joy, By just his horse's mane, a boy: You look'd twice ere you saw his breast "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon! The Marshal's in the market-place, And you'll be there anon To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him!" The chief's eye flashed; his plans Soared up again like fire. The chief's eye flashed; but presently Softened itself, as sheathes A film the mother-eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes; "You're wounded!" "Nay," the soldier's pride Touched to the quick, he said: "I'm killed, Sire!" And his chief beside, Smiling the boy fell dead. ROBERT BROWNING. Robert of Lincoln. "Robert of Lincoln," by William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), is one of the finest bird poems ever written. It finds a place here because I have seen it used effectively as a memory gem in the Cook County Normal School (Colonel Parker's school), year after year, and because my own pupils invariably like to commit it to memory. With the child of six to the student of twenty years it stands a source of delight. MERRILY Swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name. Spink, spank, spink, Snug and safe is this nest of ours, Robert of Lincoln is gayly dressed, Spink, spank, spink, Look what a nice, new coat is mine; Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings, Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink, Brood, kind creature, you need not fear Modest and shy as a nun is she; One weak chirp is her only note; Braggart, and prince of braggarts is he, Pouring boasts from his little throat, Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink, Never was I afraid of man, Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can. Six white eggs on a bed of hay, Flecked with purple, a pretty sight: There as the mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might, Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink, Nice good wife that never goes out, Soon as the little ones chip the shell, Spink, spank, spink, This new life is likely to be Hard for a gay young fellow like me. Robert of Lincoln at length is made Sober with work, and silent with care, Off is his holiday garment laid, Half forgotten that merry air, Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink, Nobody knows but my mate and I, Summer wanes; the children are grown Fun and frolic no more he knows, |