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'“ How many are you then,” said I,
“ But they are dead; those two are dead ! “ Their spirits are in heaven !! 'Twas throwing words away; for still The little Maid would have her will, And said, “ Nay, we are seven ?"
ANECDOTE for FATHERS,
Shewing how the pra&ice of Lying may be taught.
I have a boy of five years old, ;
One morn we stroll’d on our dry walk,
My thoughts on former pleasures ran ;-
A day it was when I could bear
My boy was by my side, so slim
The young lambs ran a pretty race; The morning sun shone bright and warm ; “ Kilve,” said I, “ was a pleasant place, " And so is Liswyn farm..
"<< My little boy, which like you more," : I said and took him by the arm i i. “Our home by Kilve's delightful shore, “ Or here at Liswyn farm ?".
*“ And tell me, had you rather be,” , I said and held bim by the arm, .. . “ At Kilve's smooth shore by the green sea, “ Or here at Liswyn farm?
In careless mood he looked at me,
“ Now, little Edward, say why so ;
« For, here are woods and green-hills warm : “ There surely must some reason be' . “ Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm “. For Kilve by the green-sea."
At this, my boy hung down his head,
His head he raised there was in sight,.'
Then did the boy his tongue unlock,i" And thus to me he made reply; “ At Kilve there was no weather-cock, « And that's the reason why."