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Ex. 70.- THE FOX AND THE CAT.
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,
“ 'T is in vain,” cried the Wolf, “ Mistress Sheep, that you
“ 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,
Then the Fox, without ceasing his sayings so wise,
A Spider who sat in her web on the wall
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;
"I can” is a giant; unbending he stands;
"I can't” is a coward, half fainting with fright;
“ I can” is a hero, the first in the field:
How grandly and nobly he stands to his trust
He weds his strong will to the valor of youth,
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 !”
Ex. 72. - GOOD DESIRES.
IGHER, higher will we climb
Up the mount of glory,
In our country's story :
Deeper, deeper let us toil
In the mines of knowledge,
Win from school and college;
Onward, onward may we press
Through the path of duty;
Excellence true beauty ;
Closer, closer let us knit
Hearts and hands together,
Where our fireside comforts sit,
In the wildest weather; -
THE ONLY COMFORTER.
THOU! who dry'st the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,
We could not fly to thee !
When winter comes are flown;
Must weep those tears alone.
Which, like the plants that throw
Breathes sweetness out of woe !
When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
Is dimmed and vanished too !-
Did not thy wing of Love
One peace-branch from above?
With more than rapture's ray,
We never saw by day!