OUR POOR HARRY. We were six sturdy brothers When I was a child at home; He scarcely seemed one of us, As he sat in his little low chair; He was pale, and had long golden hair— When we fell out, as boys will do, Our Harry would set us right. "Remember you're brothers, dear lads," he would say, "Such quarrels should end with the setting day"We never resisted our Harry. Always rough and ready of speech, But we never gave him harsh word or thought; There was Sam, and Dick, and curly Tom, THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILY. THE moon was shady, and soft airs My spaniel, prettiest of his race, (Two nymphs adorned with every grace Now wantoned lost in flags and reeds, Now starting into sight, Pursued the swallow o'er the meads It was the time when Ouse displayed With cane extended far, I sought Beau marked my unsuccessful pains But, with a chirrup clear and strong, I thence withdrew, and followed 'long My ramble ended, I returned; The floating wreath again discerned, I saw him with that lily cropped, My quick approach, and soon he dropped Charmed with the sight, "The world," I cried, "Shall hear of this thy deed; My dog shall mortify the pride "But chief myself I will enjoin, To show a love as prompt as thine To Him who gives me all." W. COWPER. TO A YOUNG ASS. POOR little foal of an oppressèd race! Meek child of misery! thy future fate? Chained to a log within a narrow spot, |