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 Front Cover
 Title Page
 Robinson Crusoe
 Children in the wood
 Hare and tortoise
 World-wide fables
 Back Cover
 Spine






Group Title: Aunt Louisa's oft told tales : comprising, Robinson Crusoe, Children in the wood, Hare and tortoise, World wide fables
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Title: Aunt Louisa's oft told tales comprising, Robinson Crusoe, Children in the wood, Hare and tortoise, World wide fables
Uniform Title: Children in the wood (Ballad)
Hare and the tortoise
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Physical Description: 24 leaves, 24 leaves of plates : col. ill. ; 28 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Valentine, L ( Laura ), d. 1899
Defoe, Daniel, 1661?-1731
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Publisher: McLoughlin Bros.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: [187-?]
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Title Page
        Title Page
    Robinson Crusoe
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    Children in the wood
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
    Hare and tortoise
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    World-wide fables
        Page 40
        The lion and the mouse
            Page 41
            Page 42
        The town and country mouse
            Page 43
            Page 44
        The magic casket
            Page 45
            Page 46
            Page 47
        The father's legacy
            Page 48
        The fox and the stork
            Page 48
            Page 49
        The lark and her young ones
            Page 50
            Page 51
        The old man and his ass
            Page 52
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
    Spine
        Spine
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ROBINSON CRUSOE.







ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE.
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COME, gather round me, little ones, For many things he there had found
And hearken unto me, That he could bring ashore,
And you shall hear a tale about Upon the raft that he had made,
A lad that went to sea-- And carry to his store.


About a lad that ran away,
Oh, many years ago,
And left his home and parents dear-
Young Robinson Crusoe l

Now when this lad grew up a man,
SIt came about one day,
That he was cast upon a rock-
An island far away.

And there to shield him from the storm,
And keep him safe and sound,
He built a house, and thatch'd it o'er,
And fenced it round and round.

Far off upon a sandy bank
His ship lay all a wreck;
And oft-times when the sea was low
He got upon the deck.


Two kittens and a faithful dog,
With powder, guns, and shot,
Three cheeses and a chest of tools,
'Mong other things he got.


And now he bravely went to work.
Made tables, chairs, and stools,
And shelves around his little home,
On which to lay his tools.

He set a cross up on the beach,
Lest time should go astray,
And with his knife he cut a notch,
To mark each passing day.

He caught and tamed a little kid,
That trotted at his heels;
And with his dog and cats at home,
It shared his daily meals.


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ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE.


Yet sometimes he grew very sad,
And then he sat him down
Upon the shore, and thought his God
Looked on him with a frown.

And he would gaze upon the sea,
Across the billows wild;
And wring his hands and cry aloud,
And weep like any child.

He thought upon his father's words-
His mother's prayers and tears;
How they would grieve for him, their son,
Away so many years!

Then he would fall upon his knees,
And clasp his hands in prayer,
And ask his God, with many tears,
His wicked life to spare.


At times, with gun upon his back,
He roamed the island round,
Where melons, grapes, and sugar-canes,
All growing wild he found.


A parrot, that some years before
He artfully had caught,
Would hop upon his thumb, and shriek
The lessons it was taught.

And so, to keep it snug, he made
A cage to put it in:
And he made a big umbrella, too,
And all his clothes of skin.

I wot he was the strangest sight
That ever you might see;
In jacket, breeches, cap, and shoes,
A hairy man looked he.

With big umbrella o'er his head,
His sword hung at his side,
His gun and axe upon his back,
He rambled far and wide.

Now on the island herds of goats
Were running wild and free;
But when he tried to catch the things,
Away they all would flee.






ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE.


And, so to get them in his power,
He dug pits in the ground;
And there one morn at break of day,
A goat and kids he found.

The goat he let away again,
For it was fierce and strong;
The little kids he tied with strings,
And took with him along.

And then from running wild again,
His little flock to keep,
A piece of ground he fenced around,
Where they might feed and sleep.

His crops of barley and of rice,
Now rich and ripe had grown;
For seeds he found upon the wreck,
He long ago had sown.

The corn he pounded into meal,
And made it into bread;
The rice he baked in little cakes,
At times to eat instead.


Atlength he longed when days were fine,
Upon the waves to float;
So with his tools he went to work,
And made a little boat.

He set a mast and sail before,
A rudder, too, behind;
And with his dog and gun on board,
He sped before the wind.

One summer morning as he walked
Abroad, with gun in hand,
He stood aghast as he beheld
A footprint in the sand!

Though many years had passed away,
Since to that lonely place
He came, yet he had never caught
A sight of human face.

He thought of dreadful savages,
All naked, wild, and black;
And paused at every step he took,
To look in terror back.






ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE.


He dreamt about them in the night,
And thought of them by day;
He scarce would stir, lest they by chance
Should come across his way.

At last one day he climbed a hill,
Where oft he used to lie,
And took with him his telescope,
To see what he could spy.

And looking off towards the shore,
A sight he did behold,
That set his very hair on end,
And made his blood run cold.

A band of painted savages,
He saw to his dismay,
All dancing round a fire, on which
A'human body lay.

He saw them kill a helpless man,
And one was standing by,
All in an agony of fear,
For he, too, was to die.


But ere his enemies had time
A hand on him to lay,
He turned and bounded like a roe,
Away-away-away.

Across a stream he swam with speed,
Close followed by his foes;
But he was saved by our good friend
The man in hairy clothes!

A young and comely man he was,
So timid and so shy,
With tawny skin and hair of jet,
And mild and beaming eye.

And oft he paused and looked around,
And knelt as if in fear;
But Crusoe made him signs to come,
And softly he drew near.

Then Crusoe named him Friday there,
And ever called him so,
Because upon that very day
He saved him from the foe.






ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON ORU .


And Friday quickly learned to work,
For ready hand had he;
And helped, in time, to build a boat
And launch it in the sea.

His master taught him many things,
Of God he told him, too,
Who made the sun and moon and stars,
And watches all we do.

A touching sight it was to see,
Poor Friday kneel to pray-
To hear him cry to God for help,
In his poor broken way.

Where'er he was, in house or field,
He ever was the same;.
Obeyed his master with a smile,
And feared his Maker's name.

One morning Friday came in haste,
In trembling and in awe,
And told his master three canoes
Upon the beach he saw. ''


--- ~ --~- ----~- --


Then Crusoe bade him bring the guns,
And prime without delay;
And soon they beat the savages,
And drove them all away.

In one canoe upon the sands,
Half dead and strongly bound,
All ready for to kill and eat,
A poor old man they found.

When Friday saw his face, he paused,
Another look to take, [wept,
Then laughed and cried, and sobbed and
As if his heart would break.

He clasped the old man round the neck,
And kissed him o'er and o'er;
And leapt and danced with very joy,
To see that face once more.

He gave him food, he brought him drink,
He cut his bonds in twain;
The dear old father that he loved,
Nor thought to see again.






ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE.


Poor Friday, though his skin was black,
His heart was warm and kind-
My little ones, a lesson this,
For all to bear in mind.

Now eight and twenty weary years,
Had Crusoe been ashore,
Upon his island, night and day,
Nor thought to leave it more.

Then oh, what joy was his to.see
.One morn a spreading sail
Come dancing o'er the waters blue,
Before the swelling gale.

He watched with Friday from a hill,
Though distant many a mile,
Until he saw a boat put off
And row towards the isle.

And now at last, his trials o'er,
With grateful heart he trod*-


Once more on board an English ship,
And bowed in thanks to God.

His faithful Friday went with him;
His Friday, true and kind,
Who loved him more than all on earth
He could not leave behind.


,


His big umbrella, too, he took,
His hairy cap as well;
And parrot with its noisy tongue,
Of other days to tell.

And then with heavy heart he turned,
To bid his home adieu;
And soon, as onward sped the ship,
It faded from his view.

And when old England's shore he saw,
Oh, he shed many tears;
For he had been away in all
Full five and thirty years.


THE END.










CHILDREN IN THE WOOD.










THE


BABES IN THE WOOl).


Now ponder well, you parents dear,
These words which I now write;
A doleful story you shall hear,
In time brought forth to light.
A gentleman of good account
In Norfolk dwelt of late,
Whose wealth and riches did surmount
Most men of his estate.
Sore sick he was, and like to die,
No help his life could save;
His wife by him as sick did lie,
And both were near the grave.
No love between these two was lost:
Each to the bther kind,
In love they lived, in love they died,
And left two babes behind.
The one a fine and pretty boy,
Not passing three years old;
The other a girl, more young than he,
And made in Beauty's mould.






THE BABES IN THE WOOD.


The father left his little son,
As plainly doth appear,
When he to perfect age should come,
Three hundred pounds a-year
And to his little daughter Jane,
Two hundred pounds in gold,
To be paid down on marriage-day,
Which could not be controlled:
But if the children chanced to die,
Ere they to age should come,
Their uncle should possess their wealth:
For so the will did run.
"Now, brother," said the dying man,
"Look to my children dear;
Be good unto my boy and girl,
No friends else have they here:
"To God and you I do commend
My children night and day;
But little time we yet shall have
Within this world to stay.
"You must be father and mother both,
And uncle all in one;
God knows what will become of them,
.When we are dead and gone."
Then next did speak their mother dear-
"0 brother kind," quoth she,
"You are the man must bring my babes
To joy or misery:





THE BABES IN THE WOOD.


"If you do keep them carefully,
Then God will you reward;
But if you otherwise should deal,
God will your deeds regard."
With lips as cold as any stone,
They kiss'd the children small:
"God bless you both, you pretty lambs!"
With that their tears did fall.
These words then their brother spoke,
The parents sad to cheer:
"The keeping of your little babes,
Sweet sister, do not fear:
"God never prosper me nor mine,
Nor aught else that I have,
If I do wrong your children dear,
When you are in the grave."
The parents being dead and gone,
The children home he takes,
And brings them both unto his house
Where much of them he makes.
He had not kept these pretty babes
A twelvemonth and a day,
When, for their wealth, he did devise
To make them both away.
He bargained with two ruffians bold,
Who were of savage mood,
That they should take the children twain,
And slay them in a wood.






THE BABES IN THE WOOD.


He told his wife an artful tale;
He would the children send,
To be brought up in fair London,
With one that was his friend.
Away then went the pretty babes,
Rejoicing at that tide,
For gaily both of them did feel,
They should on cock-horse ride.
They prate and prattle pleasantly,
While riding on the way,
To those their wicked uncle hired,
These lovely babes to slay:
So that the pretty speech they had,
Made the ruffians' hearts relent;
And they that took the deed to do,
Full sorely did repent.
Yet one of them, more hard of heart
Did vow to do his charge,
Because the wretch that hired him
Had paid him very large.
The other would not agree thereto,
So here they fell at strife;
With one another they did fight,
About the children's life:
And he that was of milder mood
Did slay the other there,
Within an unfrequented wood;
The babes did quake for fear






THE BABES IN THE WOOD.


He took the children by the hand,
When tears stood in their eye,
And bade them straightway follow him,
And look they did not cry:
And two long miles he led them thus,
While they for bread complain:
"Stay here," quoth he, "I'll bring ye bread,
When I do come again."
These pretty babes, with hand in hand,
Went wandering up and down;
But never more they saw the man
Approaching from the town:
Their pretty lips with' black-berries
Were all besmear'd and dyed,
And when they saw the darksome night,
They sat them down and cried.
Thus wander'd these two pretty dears,
Till death did end their grief;
In one another's arms they died,
Poor babes, past all relief:
No burial these innocents
Of any man receives,
But robin red-breast lovingly
Did cover them with leaves.
And now the heavy wrath of God
Upon their uncle fell;
For fearful fiends did haunt his house,
His conscience felt a hell:






THE BABES IN THE WOOD.


His barns were fired, his goods consumed,
His lands were barren made,
His cattle died within the field,
And nothing with him stayed.
And in a voyage to Portugal
Two of his sons did die;
And, to conclude, himself was brought
Unto much misery:
He pawn'd and mortgaged all his land,
Ere seven years came about;
And then at length this wicked act
Did by this means come out:
The fellow that did take in hand
These children for to kill,
Was for a robbery judged to die,
As was God's blessed will:
And did confess the very truth,
The which is here expressed;
Their uncle died while he for debt
Did long in prison rest.
All you that be executors,
And overseers eke,
Of children that be fatherless,
And infants mild and meek,
Take you example by this tale,
And yield to each his right,
Lest God with such like misery
Your wicked deeds requite.










HARE AND TORTOISE.







THE


HARE ANDI THE TORTOISE
(NEW VERSION.)


f N a fine summer afternoon the animals on
Farmer Jesper's farm met in a shady lane
for a friendly gossip. There were Captain the
cart-horse, and Crummy the cow; a motherly
sow who had left her litter fast asleep, and who
was familiarly addressed as Tiggy; Cockalorum
Wakemup, who dated his letters from "The Barn
Door;" Pintoe, a gander; Bubbleyjock, the tur-
key, and a dozen or more of the female relatives
of the three gallants last named. Opinions on
farm matters were freely exchanged. Captain
and Crummy signified that so far as they were
concerned things went on pleasantly enough;
but Tiggy declared that the stuff put into her
trough was shamefully thin, considering the size
of her family; And the poultry complained that
the new maid was stingy with the barley Bub-





2 The Hare and Ite Torloise.

bleyjock vowed that if Bob Jesper did not leave
off pelting him when he came from school he
would make his ugly red calves smart (Bubbley-
jock said "ugly" because his own calves were
mere drumsticks); and Cockalorum Wakemup,
perched on the top rail of a five-barred gate,
was just thrilling his friends with a "creepy" story
of how a fox prowled about the fowl-house for
several hours on the previous night, when who
should come up but Tibby, a pert young cox-
comb of a hare, well known in those parts.
Hullo! you fellows, what's your diminutive
diversion ?" said Tibby, as he bounded into the
middle of the group. (Tibby, like other conceit-
ed people, was noted for using fine words.)
"Oh," replied Captain, "we're just having a
quiet chat after dinner, Tib. What's your little
game ?
"Well, look here; I'm ready to run any of
you for anything you like to name."
. "There he is again," cried several, impati-
ently. "Run, run, run; nothing but 'run' when-
ever you see him." "As though," added Crummy,





3 The Hare and the Tortoise.
" it was something very grand to spend one's life
in eating, sleeping, and running.
"What do you know about it, you cross old
thing? (This to Crummy, who was old enough
to be his grandmother.) Well, if you are not
game, I am;" and laughing heartily at his own
little joke, he was turning away, when a sleepy
voice was heard from out the grass:
"Stop a bit, Tib; if nobody else will race
you, I will, for two miles."
"Who's that?" the company cried in a breath;
and they answered themselves as they exclaimed
in great amazement, "Why, it's little Tortums!"
And sure enough it was Tortums. Now Tor-
tums, I must tell you, was a tortoise, whose quiet,
modest behavior had made him a general favor-
ite, and who, hearing the clatter of voices, had
crawled down from the farm-house unperceived,
to learn what was going on.
Need I say that his friends, who were quite
taken aback by this extraordinary piece of self
assertion on the part of Tortums, entreated him
Snot to expose himself to certain defeat? Tibby






The Hare and the Tortoise.


4


laughed until his sides ached;


and


so, for the


matter


of that, did Cockalorum


Wakemup,


was a bit of a friend
not to be put off.


of his: but Tortums was


"If nobody else will race him, I will,


that's


all;" and he winked at Tiggy, as much as to say,
"I know my man."


So they agreed that,


just


thing, Tortums should race Ti


ger at first stood upon his


for the fun of the
bby. The challen-
,nity, and declared


the whole thing to be too absurd to be thought


of for a moment, but the company threatened


to


cut him if he backed out; so off they ran to the


turnpike. road, in
sport.


high glee


at the prospect


When Tortums had come up, Captain drew a
line across the road with his hoof, and required
Tibby and Tortums to toe it.


"Are you ready.?"
" All right," replied
"Very well, then:


cried Captain.
the competitors.


'Bell, horses.; bell, horses; what time of day?
One o'clock, two o'clock, three and away!'"


who


of


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The Hare and tIe Tortoise.


5


Off galloped Tibby, and was instantly lost to
sight round a bend in the road, whilst little Tor-
turs started at a brisk crawl under a volley of
good-natured banter from his friends, who re-
garded the race as the best joke of the season.
When Tibby had reached the first milestone
he slackened his pace, and said to himself,
"Pheugh! it's melting hot this afternoon. It will
be an hour at least before that little idiot reaches
here, so I'll lie down in the grass and have a rest."
He lay down---he dozed---he fell fast asleep!
Meanwhile, Tortums stuck to his work brave-
ly, accompanied by his friends, and within an hour
had nearly reached the first milestone, when Cap-
tain, who, being fatigued with walking so slowly,
had stepped out to the front to stretch his legs,
came running back with the momentous news
that he had spied Tib fast asleep at the side of
the road. The truth flashed across the minds of
those present that after all little Tortums might
win, and they agreed to pass the unconscious
braggart on tiptoe and in perfect silence. The
plan answered admirably, though Tiggy's awk-






The Hare and cte Tortoise. 6

wardness in doing her best to carry out the tip-
toe plan nearly led to a burst of laughter.
On, and on, and on plodded little Sobersides,
His friends were in momentary expectation of
seeing Tibby flash past them; but he came not,
and just as twilight was setting in, Tortums
reached the goal.
"Three cheers for Tortums," cried the excite-
able Cockalorum, and take the time from me."
"Hip, hip, hurrah!" shouted the company,
and at that moment Tibby was seen coming up
the road at a mad gallop. But it was too late.
He had lost the race!
"And now, dears, for the moral," I said, as I
first told the story at my own fireside.
"Oh, never mind the moral, papa; we know
all about that," interjected Frank, my eldest; and
it being the first duty of papas in this enlight-
ened age to do as they are bid, I left the story
to point its own moral. Fortunately it lies upon
the surface.











WORLD-WIDE FABLES.









WORLD-WIDE FABLES.



THE LION AND THE MOUSE.


A SLEEPING Lion lay beneath an
oak;
Over his back and head some small
Mice played;
Tickled by them, at last the monarch
'woke,-
The Mice ran off, at his fierce roar
afraid.
But one poor little Mousey, as she ran,
He caught in his great paw: half dead
she lay;
Then, as he did not kill her, she began
For her poor life the mighty beast to
pray.
" Spare me, King Lion! I am weak and
small;
But if you kindly let me run away,
I may be able, should a chance befall,
To serve you also on some future day."
The Lion grimly smiled. You help!"
said he,
"0 foolish Mouse! But I will set you
free."

The months rolled on; the hunters' toils
were set;
In the wild forest, neathh the greenwood
tree,


The mighty Lion struggles in their net;
Ah! who will now the sylvan monarch
free ?
He hears a Mouse's voice: "0 noble friend,
I come to do my little best for thee.
I fain my tiny help to you would lend,
And pay you for my life with-liberty."
She gnawed the thick ropes with her
small sharp teeth
For hours and hours-throughout the
livelong day;
While, smiling half disdainfully, beneath
The hateful toils the captive Lion lay.
And thread by thread the rope is severed
quite,
The net is loose, the pris'ner out again!
And Mousey's little heart beat with de-
light
As off they bounded o'er the grassy
plain.

"Ah!" said the Lion (by experience taught)
When, safe, they paused beneath a tree
to rest,
"The least can help the greatest. Much
is wrought
By humble friends, who ofttimes prove
the best."




0:


THE TOWN AND COUNTRY MOUSE.


O NCE on a time (so runs the fable)
A Country Mouse right hospitable
Received a Town Mouse at his board,
Just as a farmer might a lord.
A frugal Mouse upon -the whole,
Yet loved his friend and had a soul.


He brought him bacon (nothing lean),
Pudding that might have pleased a dean,
Cheese such as men in Suffolk make,
But wished it Stilton for his sake;
Yet, to his guest though no way sparing,
He ate himself the rind and paring.
Our courtier scarce could touch a bit,
But showed his breeding and his wit:
He did his best to seem to eat,
And cried, "I vow, you're mighty neat:
But, la! my friend, this savage scene!
I pray you come and live with men.
Consider, mice, like men, must die,
Both small and great-both you and I
Then spend your life in joy and sport.
This doctrine, friend, I learned at Court."
The veriest hermit in the nation
SMav yield, Heaven knows! to strong
temptation.
Away they went through thick and thin,
To a tall house in Lincoln's Inn.


Now, let it in a word be said,
The moon was up, the men abed,
The napkins white, the carpet red;
The guests withdrawn, had left the treat,
And down the Mice sat tete-a-tete.
Our courtier walks from dish to dish,
Tastes for his friend of fowl and fish.
"That jelly's rich, this Malmsey's -heal-
ing,
Pray dip your whiskers and your tail in."
Was ever such a happy swain?
He stuffs and swills, and stuffs again.
"I'm quite ashamed! 'tis mighty rude
To eat so much, but all's so good!
I have a thousand thanks to give.
My lord alone knows how to live."
No sooner said than from the hall
Rush chaplain, butler, dogs, and all.
"A rat! a rat! clap to the door!"
The cat comes bounding on the floor.
Oh for the heart of Homer's mice!
Or gods to save them in a trice!
"An't please your honor," quoth the
peasant,
'"This same dessert is not so pleasant.-
Give me again my hollow tree,
A crust of bread-and liberty!"
ANON.








THE MAGIC CASKET.


A MAN who lived in days of old,
-And once had store of lands and
gold,
Found himself poorer day by day,
And saw his riches melt away,
Nor knew the cause. With gloomy face,
To a wise man he told his case,
And asked advice. The wise man smiled,
And answered in an accent mild,
Take this .locked casket, worthy friend;
Obey me, and your griefs will end.
Carry the box at early dawn
Into your kitchen; o'er your lawn,
Over your grounds; and through your
stable,
S For one whole year. Then you'll be able
To turn the key and find the charm
Which must redress your present harm."
With thank.-s the suppliant went away,
Resolved most strictly to obey.
Next morn he rose at early-dawn,
And took his box across the lawn
And through the grounds. Alas! alas!
No careful gardener mowed the grass,


The weeds were choking up the flow'rs,
And briars and nettles filled the bow'rs.
Into the kitchen he carries it:
The meat is burning on the spit,
And while the blazing chimney roars
The lazy cook unconscious snores;
The wine is running from the cask,-
Neglected ev'ry needful task!
At empty mangers stand his steeds,
No groom supplies their daily needs.
The poor man with indignant haste
Proceeds to check this wicked waste
And base neglect, and day by day
The household owns a master's sway.
His thrift and care are not in vain:
By the year's end he's rich again.
With happy smile he then unlocks
The wise man's wondrous magic box.
Inside it lies a scroll. He reads:
"From Sloth and Waste sad Want pro-
ceeds.
You've learnt the lesson, not too late-
'The Master's eye keeps all things
straight.'"







THE


FATHER'S LEGACY.



ATY sons, you think I leave you poor,
But somewhere on this piece of
ground,
(Which I bequeath you) well concealed,
A buried treasure may be found.
Seek it with industry and care."
Thus to his sons the old man said,
Gave them his blessing and farewell,
And calmly joined the happy dead.

The sons obeyed: early and late
They dug the hard and barren soil,
Which soon became a fertile spot,
And well repaid their anxious toil;
For as each portion was explored,
By digging long and digging deep,
They sowed it with the golden seed,.
And harvests soon were fit to reap.

But when the last bare spot was dug,
And nothing found, the eldest son
Spoke thus; "I understand our sire;
Brothers, behold the treasure won!
We've found it in the well-tilled earth,
That bears this golden waving grain,
And in the lesson we have learnt
That honest toil brings certain gain."


FOX AND THE STORK,



A MERRY Fox one day invited
A neighboring Stork with him to
dine;
The long-billed bird was much delighted,
And came, in Paris fashions fine.
But when the two sat down to table,
A shallow dish of soup was set,
From whence the poor Stork was not
able
The very tiniest drop to get;
And while he vainly tried a taste to sup,
Lo! mocking Reynard licked the nice
soup up!

Soon Mrs. Sork invites friend Reynard
To come and share a little treat.
He goes. A vase, long-necked and slen-
der,
Is set, from which the two must eat.
Poor Reynard cannot reach a morsel,
And vainly tries his nose to poke
Within the shallow op'ning,-finding
No great wit in the present joke!

"I see," he thought, "jests at our friends'
expense
Are rather proofs of folly than of sense."


THE-







THE


FATHER'S LEGACY.



ATY sons, you think I leave you poor,
But somewhere on this piece of
ground,
(Which I bequeath you) well concealed,
A buried treasure may be found.
Seek it with industry and care."
Thus to his sons the old man said,
Gave them his blessing and farewell,
And calmly joined the happy dead.

The sons obeyed: early and late
They dug the hard and barren soil,
Which soon became a fertile spot,
And well repaid their anxious toil;
For as each portion was explored,
By digging long and digging deep,
They sowed it with the golden seed,.
And harvests soon were fit to reap.

But when the last bare spot was dug,
And nothing found, the eldest son
Spoke thus; "I understand our sire;
Brothers, behold the treasure won!
We've found it in the well-tilled earth,
That bears this golden waving grain,
And in the lesson we have learnt
That honest toil brings certain gain."


FOX AND THE STORK,



A MERRY Fox one day invited
A neighboring Stork with him to
dine;
The long-billed bird was much delighted,
And came, in Paris fashions fine.
But when the two sat down to table,
A shallow dish of soup was set,
From whence the poor Stork was not
able
The very tiniest drop to get;
And while he vainly tried a taste to sup,
Lo! mocking Reynard licked the nice
soup up!

Soon Mrs. Sork invites friend Reynard
To come and share a little treat.
He goes. A vase, long-necked and slen-
der,
Is set, from which the two must eat.
Poor Reynard cannot reach a morsel,
And vainly tries his nose to poke
Within the shallow op'ning,-finding
No great wit in the present joke!

"I see," he thought, "jests at our friends'
expense
Are rather proofs of folly than of sense."


THE-








THE LARK AND HER YOUNG ONES


MY children," said a Mother-Lark,
The harvest-time is drawing near.
While I am gone to seek your food,
Take heed to all you chance to hear;
For ere the farmer cuts his wheat,
We all must seek another home.
Still, I would linger to the last:
'Tis sad from this sweet spot to roam."

That morning from their cosy nest
The wee birds heard the farmer say,
"Johnnie, my son, the wheat is ripe.
'Twould do to cut this very day.
Friends and acquaintance all let know
That we require a helping hand
To reap the wealth of golden ears
Waving in sunshine o'er the land.

When home the Mother-Lark returned,
The nestlings told her what they'd
heard:
"Dear mother, we must go," they chirped.
"Nay, there's no hurry," said the bird,
"We well may stay a day or two;
Wait till you hear a little more."
Next day the farmer came again,
And talked to Johnnie as before.

"Our friends have not arrived," he said;
"Johnnie, to our relations send,
And beg your uncles and their sons
Help in our harvest-field to lend."


"The farmer's for his cousins sent!"
The birds exclaim; "0 mother dear,
Pray save us from the cruel scythe!
We must not longer linger here!"

"No hurry," said the wise old Lark;
"We have as yet no cause to fear;
But watch and listen carefully,
And let me know what next you hear."
All the next day the nestlings saw
The farmer standing by the gate:
Till the red sun set in the west
They saw him vainly watch and wait.

Then cried he, in a lusty voice,
"We'll wait no longer now, my son;
We'll cut the wheat with our own hands
To-morrow morn, and get it done."
The nestlings told the mother-bird,
When on the nest she sank at eve,
What they had heard. "Ah, now," she
said,
"The time has come our home to leave.

"Friends and acquaintances, I know,
Are apt to fail in time of need;
Relations often will delay;
But self-done tasks are done indeed.
I've learned by watching birds and men,
Wherever I have built a nest,
That they who wait upon themselves .
Are served the first and served the best."








THE OLD MAN AND HIS ASS,
---*---
A N old man and his son one day
To the next town were on their way.
The boy was seated on the ass,
When some rude men who chanced to pass
Cried, "What a shame that lad should ride,
And his old father walk beside!"
The old man fain would please the town;
He bids his son at once get down,
And mounts himself; but by-and-bye
He hears an old Jew, passing by,
Say, "Really, it is much too bad
To tire, by walking, such a lad,
While a strong man rides lazy on."
No sooner is the speaker gone
Than the old man, to please once more.
Bids his son mount and ride before.
But soon some other voices cry,
"Look at these riders coming by!
Two men upon a poor tired ass!--
Such cruelty!-Alas! alas!
Shurely it better fits you two
To bear the ass than it bear you!"
The old man bids his son descend,
Lest they should these new folks offend,
And lifting up the struggling ass,
Tries with it o'er a bridge to pass.
The donkey-not used to such ways-
Struggles and kicks, and loudly brays.
The people to the river run,
Laughing aloud, to see the fun;
But soon the donkey over goes,
And falling where the river flows,
Is borne away by the swift stream,
And never more will it be seen.
Thus all the foolish old man gains
Is to be loser for his pains,
And (trying to please every one)
Finds he has failed when all is done.




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