THE YOUTHS CABINET.

bunt, he declared his belief that his death
was near. In the autumn of 1835, he
was attacked with a dropsical com-
plaint; and on the 21st November of
that year, he breathed his last, as calm-
iy, and with as little pain, as he ever fell

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asleep in his gray plaid on the hill-side.
His death was deeply mourned in the

vale of Ettrick, for all rejoiced in his

fame; and notwithstanding his foibles,
the shepherd was generous, kind-heart-
ed, and charitable far beyond his means.

What I know.

 

TO BE SPOKEN BY A LITTLE

BOY OR GIRL. .

 

A zit of a chap like me, you know,
Must say his piece a little slow ;
And though I should not speak as well
As Frederick or Henry, still
Pll do my very best, and you
Must patient be, and love me too.
I cannot yet read very weil,
But I am learning, and can spell.
My teacher says that once, like me,
She had to learn her A, B, C.
I can write A’s, and O's, and U’s,
And M’s, and N’s, and W’s,
And hope that I shail soon succeed,
To write a letter you ean read.
I now ean add seven, eight and nine,
And numerate them in a line;
As for the multiplication table,
That’s no great things; for Iam able
To go already up to six,
And den’t mean that shall be a fix;
I know the States from Maine to Texas,
The beundaries no lenger vex us;
And every capital Pil tell,
Until you'll say, “'Tom, very well!”
Concord, Montpelier and Augusta,

" New Orleans, Jackson, Tuscaloosa,
Albany, Harrisburg, and so on—
I could from Maine to Texas go on.
Now if I know all this at seven,
Don’t be afraid—when I am. eleven,
Pi let you see a thing or two,
And show what Thomas R. can do.

Rew Yorx.