.13. THE CHICKEN'S MISTAKE. A little chick one day Asked leave to go on the water, Indeed she began to peep and cry Then the old hen answered: "Listen to me, Just look at your feet and you will see But chicky wistfully eyed the brook, For she seemed to say, by a knowing look, And as her mother was scratching the ground, She muttered, lower and lower, "I know I can go there and not be drowned, And so, I think, I'll show her." Then she made a plunge where the stream was deep, And saw, too late, her blunder, For she had hardly time to peep; When her foolish head went under. And now I hope her fate will show That those who are older sometimes know What you will do well in heeding; That each content in his place should dwell, For any part that is acted well, Is just as good as another. For we all have our proper sphere below, You will come to grief if you try to go Phabe Cary. *14* CHOOSING A BUILDING SPOT. "Chirp! chipper! twitter! trill!" All on a morn of May, Lord and Lady Robin were out, So brave in their scarlet and gray, "Chirp! chipper! twitter! trill!" 66 Here, Oh, here let it be! White blossoms, and red, red fruit Will come to the cherry tree." "There, Oh, there in yon Maple high; Near, so near to the bright blue sky!" "Chirp! chipper! twitter! trill!” Loud and fast and long; Sweetest wrangle ever heard, For it was all in song. And the spot Lord and Lady Robin liked best You will know by and by when you see the nest. 2 Emily A. Braddock. *15* THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL. The Mountain and the Squirrel Had a quarrel And the former called the latter "Little Prig." "You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together To make up a year, And a sphere; And I think it no disgrace I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track, Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut." *16* Ralph Waldo Emerson. AUTUMN SONG OF A LITTLE GIRL. The Autumn has filled me with wonder to-day, The wind seems so sad while the trees look so gay; The sky is so blue while the fields are so brown; While bright leaves and brown leaves drift all through the town ; I wish I could tell why the world changes so;— But I am a little girl,—I cannot know! The sun rises late, and then down goes so soon I think it is evening before it is noon ! 19 Of the birds and the flowers hardly one can be found Though the little brown sparrows stay all the year round;I wish I could tell you where all the birds go; But I am a little girl,-I cannot know! Oh, Autumn! why banish such bright things as they? There was once a pretty chicken; For he thought that there was nothing "And I wish, my old Aunt Dorking," "That you wouldn't sit all summer Won't you come out to the meadow H. C. B. "Then my eggs would get all chilled." Eggs are really good for nothing; "What's an egg ?" said Mrs. Dorking, "Can it be you do not know And if kind wings had not warmed you, Telling hens, and geese, and turkeys But when young folks talk to old folks, * 18 * SUPPOSE. Suppose, my little lady, Your doll should break her head; And say you're glad 'twas dolly's, Suppose you're dressed for walking, Because you scold and frown? For you to smile than pout, And so make sunshine in the house Anonymous |