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HEEDLESS HAR R Y.
S SAY--WHAT WERE EYES MADE
.' FOR, unless to be used;
'9 'i "Mid dangers to steer us,
From obstacles clear us;
_-_ For learning,
I r earning
U y;,11,1 ~,~ )Our bread,
The right froni the wrong path--emnployed, not abused.
HARRY HEEDLESS HAD TWO EYES- ...
as have most of you-
Not fhar-sighted, or near,
But the common sort, clear; -
Yet the ldunce,
More than once,
Ran onl to a post,
With a terrible bounce,
Leaving bruises lllite dreadfill, in yellow and blue.
.. A bad habit had he,
_I_ (Such a worse could scarce be).
o it Of g'a) pig and staring
About. him; not caring
-i ''- 'V What might lie in his way.
In a ditch
He did pitch,
Whence they pull'd him, half smothered in duckweed and clay.
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-. .H lie one day climb'd a hill,
.- \ ., -_- -. : Near his fit. era's old mill;
S- But with eyes all abroad,
Never niindin his road.
('er its brink, only think!
Did the simpleton sink
1.7Zr"y 'Till he stuck 'mid the trees
like a stone in a chink.
-- ,-_In a garclen once walking,
'Where c.tIcumibers grew,
Uniiheediiig wAhere treading,
-- He fell Iheels over head in
A frame, and spoilt all tlat was i
set there below. ,
'Gainst a fruit-woman's stall, ,, /
Harry Heedless came shock, '
Drove his head through a wall, .,'i
And upset her whole stock. .
I But msonlg were
too lon 1
r r To tell half he (lid
B I l wrongu.
,'l.. I-l 7' I Avoidlbeinghleed-
\),.- 7 less aot lplay or
i at. work.
S T ( N ES.
Surely will rue it:
Little of pleasure,
Evil may flow,
Mischief past measure
Comes of a blow.
Laugh as you may,
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Woe may be bringing.
Upon you, some day.
Some one is watching,
Armed by the law;
Truncheon from pocket,
Soon he will draw.
Off he will march yol,-
Dreadfull to think!- -
To a dark prison,
Light through a, chink;
Bread without butter,
Water for drink;
Bolt, bar, and letter,
Spikes, and high wall;
Ah! that is better,--
Let the stone fill.
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THE ILL-NATURED, OR SELFISH BOY.
THERE LIVED A BOY, who always cross
And selfish was; who'd keep his horse,
His brattledore, or kite,
All to HIMSELF; and he would say,
You "SHA'N'T. If some one wished to play-
Rather than play, he'd fight.
On the first day lie went to school,
His father, the first grief to cool,
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A kite bought with great wings,
That would mount up into the sky,
Just like a skylark when, quite high
He flies, and flying sings. ;
The boys around him gathered then, '
And hoped that he would play with
them, i ni
But no, lie would not do it,
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Alone he'd fly his kite; so lie ,
Did try, but it hung in a. tree-
So torn, you could see through it. i'
Loud laughed the boys to see him n, 4
Quite rueful, with the string in hand l
Let this a lesson he.
Said one; I would have shown you how
To fly your kite-'tis useless now,
Both unto you and me.
One day his Aunt bought him a drum;
And said-" Here, Tommy, hither come,
And be a dear, good boy;
Let others play with this; with theirs
They'll let you play, and you'll go 'hares
In many a pretty toy."
But when the drum was tied around
His neck, Tom pouted, puff'd, and fi-owned;
And, as his drum he beat,
He thought-the boys will envy me
When, with this drum, they look and see
Me marching down the street.
Just at that time his Grandpa came,
Who cried out, "Tommy, what a i
Pray, let me see that toy."
Tom cried, I sha'n't," and ran l
Nor would he for his Grandpa stay,
The foolish, selfish boy I
But see what selfish boys befall:
He thought not, if he thought at all,
The punishment would come.
., So soon. He slipped. and down the
.. .I 7 | ,.T stairs
tHe fell, 'mid st, shrieks, and cries.
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.lll ll, -Right lheallong through his
NNot only did he spoil his toy,
But also-serve him rih-t, had b -
He cut his tace and nose:
He scratched his chin. and bruised his head;
flis lip was also cut.. anil and bled
All down his ibirth-day clothes.
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SJohn White flew his kite on a boisterous day :
A gale broke the tail and it soon flew away.
And while on a stile lie sat sighing and sad;
Charles Grey came that way, a good-natured lad.
Don't. cry, wipe your eye, said lie, Little Jack;
Stay here. never fear, and I'll soon bring it Iack.
To the stile, with a smile, he presently blrouglht
The kite, and John White thanked him much, as he ouoh-t.