A Turkey carpet was his lawn,
Whereon he loved to bound,
To skip and gambol like a fawn,
And swing himself around.

His frisking was at evening hours,
For then he lost his fear,

But most before approaching showers,
Or when a storm drew near.

Eight years and five round-rolling moons,
He thus saw steal away,
Dozing out all his idle noons,
And every night at play.

I kept him for his humor's sake,
For he would oft beguile

My heart of thoughts, that made it ache,
And force to me a smile.

But now beneath his walnut shade,
He finds his long, last home,
And waits, in snug concealment laid,
Till gentler Puss shall come.

He, still more aged, feels the shocks,
From which no care can save,
And partner once of Tiney's box,

Must soon partake his grave.

COWPER.

LITTLE DICK SNAPPY.

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LITTLE DICK SNAPPY.

LITTLE Dick Snappy,

Was always unhappy— Because he did nothing but fret; And when he once cried, Twas in vain that you tried To make him his troubles forget.

His mother once brought him,
A drum, which she bought him,
Hard by at a neighboring fair,
And gave such another

To Edward his brother,
And left them their pleasures to share.

Little Edward began

Like a nice little man,

To play with his new little drum;

But Dick with a pout,

Only turned his about

In his hands, and looked sulkey and grum.

"What's the matter, dear Dick!
You look sad; are you sick!

Come, march like a soldier with me

The enemy comes,

Let us beat on our drums,

And mamma, will our merriment see."

"No; I dont like my toy,"

Said my ill-humored boy, "And yours is the best and most new; If you 'll give me yours,

Then I'll go out of doors;

But if not I'll kick mine in two."

66 O, no! brother, no—

Pray, do not say so

Of a trifle, in anger and haste;

Though they are equally new,

Yet my drum I'll give you,

But I've tied it in knots around my waist."

Then quarrelsome Dick

Gave his brother a kick ; But he did not give him another, But, saying no more,

Edward walked to the door,

Only giving one look at his brother.

Then bursting with spite,

With his utmost of might,

Master Dick trod his drum on the floor;

THE THRIVING FAMILY.

The parchment did crack,

When lo! Edward comes back,

And his drum in his hands then he bore.

"The string is untied,

Dearest brother," he cried-
"So now, I with pleasure will change;"
But, when Dick's drum he found
Lying broke on the ground,
O, how did his countenance change!

"I am really ashamed”

(Dick, sobbing exclaimed,)
"At the difference between you and me;
But continue my friend,

And I'll try to amend,
And a good-tempered fellow to be."

THE THRIVING FAMILY.

Our father lives in Washington,
And has a world of cares,
But gives his children each a farm,
Enough for them and theirs.
Full thirty well grown sons has he,

A numerous race indeed,
Married and settled all, d'ye see,

With boys and girls to feed.

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So if we wisely till our lands,
We're sure to earn a living,
And have a penny, too, to spare
For spending or for giving.
A thriving family are we,

No lordling need deride us,

For we know how to use our hands,
And in our wits we pride us.

Hail, brothers, hail!

Let nought on earth divide us

Soms of us dare the sharp north-east;

Some, clover fields are mowing;
And others tend the cotton plants
That keep the looms a-going;

Some build and steer the white wing'd ships,
And few in speed can mate them,
While others rear the corn and wheat,
Or grind the corn to freight them.
And if our neighbors o'er the sea,
Have e'er an empty larder,

To send a loaf their babes to cheer
We'll work a little harder.

No old nobility have we,

No tyrant king to ride us;

Our sages in the Capitol

Enact the laws that guide us.

Hail, brothers, hail!

Let nought on earth divide us.