PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS. 87

Else, oft, like me, you’ll shun the light,
When caught in such a woful plight.

This morn, when first my feet took way,
To spend at school the pleasant day,
How smoothly combed my chestnut hair !
How shone my dress with Betty’s care !

My apron and my kerchief too,

Were trim as could be found on you ;
Yet now you scarce can smiles restrain,
To see them almost torn in twain.

Command how oft dear teacher laid

“‘ Ne’er climb the tree, a single maid ;”
Unhappy, I first gave offence—

Mark well the direful consequence.

As ’neath a peach tree tall I stood,
And mused upon the fruit so good,
One fairer than the rest I spied,
With ruddy cheeks upon its side.