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THE Fox and the Cat, as they travelled one day,

“'T is good,” said the Fox, “to make justice our guide !” “How godlike is mercy !” Grimalkin replied.

As thus they proceeded, a Wolf from the wood,
Impatient from hunger and thirsting for blood,
Rushed forth, as he saw the dull shepherd asleep,
And seized for his breakfast an innocent sheep.

“ 'T is in vain,” cried the Wolf, “ Mistress Sheep, that you

When mutton 's at hand you know well I must eat.”
The Cat was astounded, the Fox stood aghast,
To see the fierce beast at his cruel repast.

“ What a wretch !” said the Cat; "what a bloodthirsty

brute, To seize a poor sheep when there's herbage and fruit!” Cried the Fox, “ With the acorns so sweet and so good, What a tyrant this is to spill innocent blood !”

Then onward they went and discoursed by the way,
And with still more wise maxims enlivened the day,
And on as they travelled they moralized still,
Till they came where some poultry pecked chaff by a mill.

Then the Fox, without ceasing his sayings so wise,
Now snapped up a chicken by way of a prize;
And a mouse, which then chanced from her covert to

The thoughtful Grimalkin secured as her prey.

A Spider who sat in her web on the wall
Perceived the poor victims and pitied their fall;
She cried, “Of such murders how guiltless am I!”
Then ran to regale on a new-taken fly.

Ex. 71.

I CAN AND I CAN'T. — Our Young Folks.


S on through life's journey we go day by day,

There are two whom we meet each turn of the way, To help or to hinder, to bless or to ban, And the names of these two are, I can't” and “I can.

I can't” is a dwarf, a poor, pale, puny imp;
His eyes are half blind, and his walk is a limp;
He stumbles and falls, or lies writhing with fear,
Though danger is distant and succor is near.

"I canis a giant; unbending he stands;
There is strength in his arm and skill in his hands;
He asks for no favors : he wants but a share
Where labor is honest and wages are fair.

"I can't” is a coward, half fainting with fright;
At the first thought of peril he sinks out of sight;
Slinks and hides till the noise of the battle is past,
Or sells his best friends and turns traitor at last.

I canis a hero, the first in the field:
Though others may falter, he never will yield;
He makes the long marches, he strikes the last blow,
His charge is the whirlwind that scatters the foe.

How grandly and nobly he stands to his trust
When roused at the call of a cause that is just !


He weds his strong will to the valor of youth,
And writes on his banner the watchword of Truth !

Then up and be doing ! the day is not long; Throw fear to the winds : be patient and strong! Stand fast in your place, act your part like a man, And, when duty calls, answer promptly, “ I can !



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IGHER, higher will we climb

Up the mount of glory,
That our names may live through time

In our country's story :
Happy when our welfare calls,
He who conquers, he who falls.

Deeper, deeper let us toil

In the mines of knowledge,
Nature's wealth and learning's spoil

Win from school and college;
Delve we there for richer gems
Than the stars of diadems.

Onward, onward may we press

Through the path of duty;
Virtue is true happiness,

Excellence true beauty ;
Minds are of celestial birth,
Make we then a heaven of earth.

Closer, closer let us knit

Hearts and hands together,

Where our fireside comforts sit,

In the wildest weather; -
O, they wander wide who roam,
For the joys of life, from home !

Ex. 73.


- Moore.

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THOU! who dry'st the mourner's tear,

How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,

We could not fly to thee !
The friends who in our sunshine live

When winter comes are flown;
And he who has but tears to give

Must weep those tears alone.
But thou wilt heal that broken heart,

Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,

Breathes sweetness out of woe !

When joy no longer soothes or cheers,

And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears

Is dimmed and vanished too !-
Oh! who would bear life's stormy doom,

Did not thy wing of Love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom

One peace-branch from above?
Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright

With more than rapture's ray,
As darkness shows us worlds of light

We never saw by day!

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