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My gentle reader, I perceive !
How patiently you've waited, . : .
And I'm afraid that you expect
Some tale will be related.
O reader! had you in your mind .
Such stores as silent thought can bring,
O gentle reader! you would find
A tale in every thing.
What more I have to say is short,
I hope you'll kindly take it;
It is no tale, but should you think,
Perhaps a tale you'll make it.

One summer-day I chanced to see
This old man doing all he could
About the root of an old tree,
A stump of rotten wood.
The mattock totter'd in his hand;
So vain was his endeavour
That at the root of the old tree
He might have work'd for ever.
“ You're overtask'd, good Simon Lee,
Give me your tool?” to him I said;
And at the word right gladly he
Received my proffered aid.
I struck, and with a single blow
The tangled root I sever'd,
At which the poor old man so long
And vainly had endeavour'd.

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The tears into his eyes were brought,
And thanks and praises seemed to run
So fast out of his heart, I thought
They never would have done.
-I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning:
Alas! the gratitude of men
Has oftner left me mourning.

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ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS,

SHEWING HOW

THE ART OF LYING

MAY BE TAUGHT.

I HAVE a boy of five years old,
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beauty's mould,
And dearly he loves me.

One morn we strollid on our dry walk,
Our quiet house all full in view,
And held such intermitted talk
As we are wont to do.

My thoughts on former pleasures ran;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
My pleasant home, when spring began,
A long long year before.

A day it was when I could bear
To think, and think, and think again;
With so much happiness to spare,
I could not feel a pain. '

My boy was by my side, so slim
And graceful in his rustic dress!
And oftentimes I talked to him,
In very idleness.

The young lambs ran a pretty race; The morning sun shone bright and warm, “ Kilve, said I, was a pleasant place, “ And so is Liswyn farm.

“My little boy, which like you more,
(I said and took him by the arm)
- Our home by Kilve's delightful shore,
“ Or here at Liswyn farm?

" And tell me, had you rather be, (I said and held him by the arm) “ At Kilve's smooth shore by the green sea, “ Or here at Liswyn farm?"

In careless inood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, “At Kilve I'd rather be
• Than here at Liswyn farm.'

“ Now, little Edward, say why so?

My little Edward, tell me why?” • I cannot tell, I do not know.'. 66 Why this is strange," said I :

" For here are woods and green-hills warm; " There surely must some reason be " Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm “ For Kilve by the green sea.'

At this, my boy, so fair and slim,
Hung down his head, nor made reply; .
And five times did I say to him,
“ Why? Edward, tell me why?”

His head he raised there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain
Upon the house-top, glittering bright, è
A broad and gilded vane.

Then did the boy his tongue unlock,
And thus to me he made reply;
• At Kilve there was no weather-cock,
• And that's the reason why.'

Oh dearest, dearest boy! my heart ,

For better lore would seldom yearn, · Could I but teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn..

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