The crest is fall'n that tower'd so high; Thus changed, a lesson he conveys, Who love the honor, fame, and praise, What are the grace and ornament, The eyes that flashed with pride of life, Shall earth and ashes then be proud? No! each event we scan, Proclaims in language clear and loud, Pride was not made for man. Let us our best adorning find, The spirit meek, the quiet mind, I'D BE A BUTTERFLY. More rich than gold, than gems more bright, A tempter sweet and mild Is precious in Jehovah's sight, And decks the Christian child. The grace that in excitement lives But that the Holy Spirit gives Shall never fade away. 175 JANE TAYLOR. I'D BE A BUTTERFLY. O I'd be a butterfly, flitting about And I'd be a honey-bee,-busy and bright O I'd be the violet, modest and sweet! And almost unseen in my shady retreat; Yet there can be no doubt I should soon be found out, For my perfume would spread itself all around about. And I'd be the lily that lives in the vale, I'd hang my head there with my sisters so fair, And our breath should be borne on the soft summer air. But now sir, you must not believe that we would O no! we agree that we rather had be Just such little children as those you now see. MISS WARNER. THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM It was a summer's evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And by him sported on the green She saw her brother Peterkin In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large, and smooth, and round. THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM. 177 Old Kaspar took it from the boy, And then the old man shook his head, ""Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "I find them in the garden, For there's many here about; The ploughshare turns them out: "Now tell us what 't was all about," "Now tell us all about the war, "It was the English," Kaspar cried, "Who put the French to rout; But what they kill'd each other for I could not well make out; But every body said," quoth he, "That 't was a famous victory. 66 'My father lived at Blenheim then, They burnt his cottage to the ground, So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head. "With fire and sword the country round But things like that, you know, must be "They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won, For many a thousand bodies there Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlboro' won, And our good Prince Eugene," "Why, 't was a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. “Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a FAMOUS VICTORY. |