THE MAN IN THE TOB.

Little Jack, the country preacher,
Thinks, “ These rustics need a teacher!
I shall reprimand the flowers —
Flirting with the rude March showers
That invade my honest dwelling !

What I'll tell them, there’s no telling!”

They call him Jack-in-the-pulpit, so stiff he looks, and so queer, .

As he waits on the edge of the swamp, for the flower-folks to come and heat
The text and the sermon and all the grave things that he has to say:

But the blossoms they laugh and they dance, they are wilder than ever to-day —
No hearers —so never a word has the little minister said,

But there in his pulpit he stands and holds his umbrella over his head ;

And'we have not a doubt in our minds, Jack, you are wisely listening

To the organ-choir of the winds, Jack, and the tunes that the sweet birds sing

 

THE MAN IN THE TUB,

And this is the story: it happened one day

That a wonderful king came riding that way;
Said he, to the man in the tub, “ How d’ ye do?
I’m Great Alexander; now, pray, who are you?”

O, yes, to be clean you must rub, you must rub!
Though he lived and he slept and ate in a tub,
This singular man, in towns where he halted,
History tells us was greatly exalted.

He rose in his tub: “I am Diogenes.”

“ Dear me,” quoth the king, who’d been over the
seas,

“T’ve heard of you often; now, what can I de

To aid such a wise individual as you?”

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“WHILE I RUB AND I RUB!”

OME here, little folks, while I rub and I rub! Could one expect manners, I ask, as I rub,
O, there once was a man who lived ina tub, From a man quite content to live in a tub?
In a classical town far over the seas; “Get out of my sunlight,” growled Diogenes
‘The name of this fellow was Diogenes, ' To this affable king who’d been o’er the seas,