THE SAME (CONTINUED). A SCARLET Coat my father took, And sword as bright as bright could be ; And feathers, that so gaily look, All in a shining cap had he. Then how my little heart did bound! Alas! I thought it fine to see ; Nor dreamt that when the kiss went round, At length the bell again did ring; But once again—but once again, The tale a heart of stone would melt; So now am I an orphan boy, With nought below my heart to cheer: Nor kin nor kind to wipe the tear. And when the kiss of love goes round, THELWALL. THE BEGGAR'S PETITION. PITY the sorrows of a poor old man Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door; Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span These tatter'd clothes my poverty bespeak, Yon house, erected on the rising-ground, Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor: Here as I craved a morsel of their bread, A pamper'd menial drove me from the door To seek a shelter in an humbler shed. Oh, take me to your hospitable home! Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold: Short is my passage to the friendly tomb, For I am poor and miserably old. Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door; Whose days are dwindled to the shortest spanOh, give relief! and Heaven will bless your store. Moss. THE OLD AND NEW SHOES. "GOOD by, get away, you ugly old things!" Said a little boy once to his shoes; "All stubb'd are your toes, all twisted your strings, You're wrinkled, one-sided, and loose. 'But here are my new ones, so shiny and bright; They are almost as smooth as my skin: How stiff they are, too! how straight and upright! How snug my feet feel now they're in!" So saying, he gave to his old shoes a kick, His unkindness had cut the old shoes to the quick, "Master Frank, Master Frank, stop a while, if you please" ('Twas one of the shoes he heard call); "Our soles cannot bear such insults as these, And your pride, Sir, will soon have a fall.” Frank stood still with wonder and look'd at the shoe, But could not see into the matter; At last he exclaimed,—“ As they've nothing to do, I suppose, like Poll Parrot, they chatter." THE SAME (CONTINUED). So he open❜d the door, and walk'd down the stairs, But let us observe him, and see how he fares, His shoes wore so smooth that he could but just stand, So tight that they pinch'd in his toes; But Fido ran in, who loved little Frank, And the shoes were remember'd no more; They began to cut capers, but at the first prank Down tumbled poor Frank on the floor. He was a brave boy, he thought not of crying, He went to his bed with his heart full of sorrow; He said to the nurse- "I should choose, If you please, when I'm dress'd, my good Betsy, to-morrow, To put on my easy old shoes. THE SAME (CONTINUED). "SEE how red my toes are, and I'm all black and blue; I don't like my new shoes at all." "Ah! you see," answered Betsy, you was true ; "what I told Your shoes, Master Frank, are too small." His old shoes he was glad in the morning to see; And, forgetting his trouble and pain, "How happy," said he, "my poor toes will be To get into the old shoes again." |