128 ‘THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

°Tis J who make these heavenly sounds.”
The boy heard every word.

‘Ha! ha!” he whispered to a friend,
As bravely he did blow,

“Tl show him if it isn’t we
That make the music go!”’

The crowds were list’ning highly pleased,
To hear a heavenly strain,

When suddenly the music ceased,
It would not sound again.

“ Blow, blow!” the frantic player cries,
‘¢ What can the matter be ?”

The grinning little boy replies,
“ Say, then, shall it be we?”

.% Yes! we—you, anything you please,
You worst of stupid fellows,