FOR CHILDREN 13

"Twas here the last tribute to beauty we paid,
As we wept o'er the mound where her ashes are luid.

And here shall the daisy and violet blow,

And the lily discover’ her bosom of snow ;

While under the leaf, in the evenings of spring,

Still mourning his friend, shall the Grasshopper
sing.

 

THE TRUE STORY OF WEB-SPINNER,

Wes-SPINNER was a miser old,
Who came of low degree ;*
His body was large, his legs were thin,
And he kept bad company ;
And his visage had the evil look
Of a black felon grim ;
To all the country he was known,
But none spoke well of him.

His house was seven stories high,
In a corner of the street,

And it always had a dirty look,
When other homes were neat;

Up in his garret dark he lived,
And from the windows high,

Looked out in the dusky evening
Upon the passers by.

1 Discover, &c.—display to view her snow-white flower.
> Who came, &c.—who was of mean origin or low rank In
society. .
QO