except a few, who have drank too much dew-drop. Anold robin flies round
mocking them with the words: “Kill ’em, cure em, physic; kill’em, cure ’em,
physic.” Then I know it is morning, and creep shivering to bed. As I nestle
in my pillow, I hear the turkey hens say: “I’m up, up,” and the old gobbler
answers: ‘Talk, talk, talk, gabble, gabble, gabble,” and this is why I slept so

late in the morning.

With a single eye,
She always does my bidding
Very faithfully;
But she eats me no meat,
And she drinks me no drink,
A very clever servant, as you well may think.

 

Another little servant
On my finger sits,
She the one-eyed little servant
Very neatly fits;
But she eats me no meat,
And she drinks me no drink,
A very clever servant, as you well may think.

Now, one more little servant,
Through the single eye,
Does both the other's bidding
Very faithfully;
But she eats me no meat,
And she drinks me no drink,
A very clever servant, as you well may think.

A needle and a thimble,
And a spool of thread,
Without the fingers nimble,
And the knowing head,
They would never make out,
If they tried the whole day,
To sew a square of patchwork, as you well

may say.
—Mary J. JAcquzs,

 

 

hilt,
He must manage a train, though it
be of chairs,
He must beat a drum, he must hunt for
bears;
In fact, his highest ambition and plan,
His dearest wish, is to be a man.

But many a boy is unmanly to-day

Because there are so many “ifs” in the
way;

He scorns this “if,” and he frowns at that,

He shirks his lesson to wield a bat;

And so he will go, as best he can,

From youth to old age without being a man.

Oh, there are so many “ifs” in the road
That leads to manhood’s highest abode!
Kindness, purity, courage and truth,
Stumbling-blocks these to many a youth,
For he who will not make these his own,
Can never reach manhood’s glorious throne.

So who would be manly should keep in mind
He must ever be gentle, and brave, and kind,
Obedient always to Right’s fair laws,

A brother to every noble cause;

Thus shall he serve God’s cherished plan,
And come to the stature of a man.

~Emma C. Down.