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Only the pauper mother smiled,
To that poor beggar baby.
But by and by that baby died,
For that poor beggar baby,
Who used to cling to her lonely breast,
Poor little beggar baby.
But, lo! beyond the pauper tomb
For that poor beggar baby.”
And then, in garments white and new,
Of that poor beggar baby.
Ex. 57. - LINES FOR AN EXHIBITION.- Miss Priest.
IND friends and dear parents, we welcome you
here, To our nice pleasant schoolroom and teachers so dear; We wish but to show you how much we have learned, And how to our lessons our hearts have been turned.
But we hope you 'll remember we all are quite young,
You will pardon our blunders, which, as all are aware, May even extend to the President's chair.
We seek your approval with hearty good-will,
For learning, we know, is more precious than gold; But the worth of the heart's jewel ne'er can be told. We'll strive, then, for virtue, truth, honor, and love, And thus lay up treasures in mansions above.
Our life is a school-time; and till that shall end,
THE hollow winds begin to blow;
The clouds look black, the glass is low,
Through the clear stream the fishes rise,
Sometimes the snow lies whitely
Under the hedgerows bleak;
The only word she can speak;
Rush down the muddy lane;
Barking with might and main.
Baby 's a little lady;
Dog is a gentleman brave;
He'd kneel to her like a slave.
As dog and gentleman can;
I think, than a cruel man.
NCE there was a little boy
With curly hair and pleasant eye, A boy who loved to tell the truth,
And never, never told a lie.
And when he trotted off to school
The children all about would cry, “There goes the curly-headed boy,
The boy who never tells a lie.”
And everybody loved him so,
Because he always told the truth, That every day, as he grew up,
’T was said, “There goes the honest youth.”
And when the people that stood near
Would turn to ask the reason why, The answer would be always this,
“Because he never tells a lie.”
YAY, schoolmates, have you seen Vacation ? For
think she is somewhere near ; She is standing outside, with an invitation,
O, I'm glad enough she's here.
Of course we all like school in season,
And the hardest lessons too!
We should work the whole year through ?