« ForrigeFortsæt »
we should come, at times, upon a row of little osierpeelers, seated beneath the shade of some picturesque shed, all busy with their hands stripping the green bark from the withes; all chatting and laughing behind the tall rows of white peeled twigs. We should find children traversing the green meadows for violets and cowslips, and primroses, to bring in glowing basketsful to the town. We should encounter little girls in happy companies, employed in nursing their infant brothers and sisters; strolling about in fields and lanes, and dells, by the running stream, and under the pleasant trees, finding out a thousand wonders. We should see, as the season advanced, companies of boys gathering stones from the grassfields, ere shut up till the hay-harvest; and weeding the fresh green corn, where, ever and anon, they come upon the nest of the partridge, the rail, the lark, or the yellow-wagtail, and often find and capture the downy leveret. We should find them in gardens and shrubberies, weeding beds of flowers and culinary herbs, and carrying away dead leaves and the cuttings of trees for the gardeners. We should find them, in summer, active in the hay and cornfield, keeping watch, armed with a rod of office tipped
with a piece of scarlet cloth, over geese and turkies with their broods : we should descry them gathering berries on the sunny heaths, and mushrooms from the old pastures. In the autumn, the acorns come pattering down from the oaks for them to gather; the chesnut and the triangular beech-nut lie plentifully in the woods ; and the nuts exhibit their tawny clusters for their eager hands. They are gleaners abroad, and thrashers of their little harvest at home; helping their mothers to spread out a sheet on the greensward of the open common, and winnowing their little heap of grain in the free winds of heaven. Happy creatures of a happy country ! for to them the toil, and the heart-ache, and the anxious fears, that oppress and spoil the spirit of life in the hearts of almost all the populous tribes of this kingdom, exist not; they see but greenness and sunshine, they enjoy but peace and a most blissful ignorance of evil and real hardship; and yet, could they but have a peep into our horrible places of manufacturing torture, and see the positive woe, and be made to feel the arbitrary laying waste of the minds and frames of our town children, how tenfold more happy must their lot seem !
THE TWO KITTENS.
BY THE AUTHOR OF "COTTAGE POETRY."
THERE were once two little kittens
In a family I knew,
May be of use to you
Their color, shape, and features,
6 What pretty little creatures !"
As they grew larger they improved,
By warmth, and care, and food,
The other very good;
For mice, would never tire;
The other all the morning long
Lay sleeping by the fire.
Now this you know was waste of time,
Neglecting thus her duty,
But lightly of her beauty;
Nor their anger sought to bridle, Saying “handsome is which handsome does,
“No dinner for the idle.”
To look upon the pretty one
Their patience shortly tired,
Began to be admired:
Increased by daily action,
The 6 utmost satisfaction.”
At length Madame declared that cats
Were not like toys to play with,
And as one could do the duty well
One must be made away with; The servants highly pleased at that,
The fireplace disencumber, And drown'd the little idle
puss As being useless lumber.
A pretty face to look upon
Is better than a plain one, But talents form our character
And we must try to gain one; We came into this world to serve
Our neighbor, friend, or brother, By doing many duties ;-not
To look at one another.