The other, more wise, Looked about with both eyes, And hardly would eat at all; For as he came in With a squeeze and a grin, He rei arked that the hole was small; And, the cunning elf, He said to himself, If I eat too much, it's plain. I shall stick in the wall, Thus matters went on Till the night was gone, And the farmer came out with a pole ; The foxes both flew, And one went through, But the greedy one stuck in the hole. In the hole he stuck, So full was his pluck Of the chickens he had been eating He could not get out, Or turn about, And so he was killed by beating. THE IDLE BOY. THOMAS was an idle lad, And lounged about all day ; Ile only cared for top of ball, In vain his mother's kind advice, He followed every idle vice, And learned to curse and swear! And think you, when he grew a man, Without a shilling in his purse, Poor Thomas grew from bad to worse, And hardened as a stone. And, O! it grieves me much to write His melancholy end; Then let us leave the dreadful sight, And thoughts of pity lend. But may we this important truth "All those who 're idle in their youth Will suffer when they're old." CLOSE OF TERM. OUR School-term is ended, We'll bid one another We all will part kindly, For other engagements For we have grown weary Of sitting all day, With school-books before us, And rules to obey. But now we 'll be happy, And home we will haste, We'll aid our dear parents, When vacation 's o'er, We'll return to our school, And firmly endeavor To obey every rule. CASABIANCA. Young Casabianca, a boy about thirteen years old, son to the Admiral of the Orient, remained at his post (in the battle of the Nile) after the ship had taken fire, and all the guns had been abandoned, and perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder. THE boy stood on the burning deck, Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike, form. The flames rolled on- - he would not go Without his father's word; That father, faint in death below, He called aloud -"Say, father, say, If yet my task is done?" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 66 Speak, father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone! And " but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And looked, from that lone post, to death, In still, yet brave despair, And shouted but once more aloud 66 'My father! must I stay?” While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They wrapped the ship in splendor wild, They caught the flag on high, And streamed above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder sound - Ask of the winds that far around With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, |