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Say, teacher, have you seen Vacation,
With a smile upon her face?
She is lingering round the place.
Of course you love the young
idea To be teaching how to shoot ; But a look from you when she draws near,
Says, “That's the idea to suit."
Say, parents, have you seen Vacation ?
Soon she comes to meet you; We've the happiest home in all creation;
We will make her welcome too.
Of course we're glad to give you pleasure,
But our lessons now are done, And we hope you 'll give us fullest measure
Of Vacation's sport and fun.
Ex. 63. – OUR SCHOOL.
VE primary school, with joy so full,
We love it more
With strength unknown before.
And Wisdom's bright examples taught, We are taught to read, to write and spell,
And do the parts assigned us well.
Our teacher true, we turn to you,
A guide beloved and kind;
Our thanks shall stand enshrined,
And when mid life's gay scenes we stray,
Like guards around the mind.
Committee kind, we're ever pleased
To hear your gladsome voice,
They make our hearts rejoice.
And years have each a lesson taught,
A cheering word you ever brought.
Ex. 64. — THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT.
HE Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
Wrapped up in a greenback note.* The Owl looked up to the moon above,
And sang to a small guitar,
Pussy said to the Owl, “ You elegant fowl!
How wonderful sweet you sing !
But what shall we do for a ring ?”
* In the original, “Five-pound note."
And there in a wood a piggy-wig stood
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring ?” Said the Piggy, “I will."
By the turkey who lives on the hill.
Which they ate with a runcible spoon,
THINK, when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,
I should like to have been with them then.
I wish that his hand had been placed on my head,
That his arm had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,
“Let the little ones come unto me.”
But still to his footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share in his love;
I shall see him and hear him above.
* A pretty piece for a little girl to repeat.
In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare
For all that are washed and forgiven;
“For of such is the kingdom of heaven.”
- THE SAILOR'S GRAVE.
UR bark was out far, far from the land,
When the fairest of our gallant band Grew sadly pale, and waned away, Like the twilight of an autumn day. We watched him through long hours of pain ; But our cares were lost, our hopes were vain. Death brought for him no coward alarm, For he smiled as he died in a messmate's arms.
He had no costly winding-sheet,
Our voices broke our hearts turned weak Hot tears were seen on the brownest cheek And a quiver played on the lips of pride, As we lowered him down the ship's dark side. A plunge - a splash — and our task was o'er : The billows rolled as they rolled before; And many a rude prayer
hallowed the wave That closed above the sailor's grave.
Ex. 67.- THE VILLAGE SCHOOLMASTER. — Goldsmith.
ESIDE yon straggling fence that skirts the way,
With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper circling round Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned. Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault. The village all declared how much he knew, 'T was certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, storms and tides presage, And even the story ran that he could gauge ; In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.