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“They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won ;
Lay rotting in the sun;
And our good Prince Eugene-"
Said little Wilhelmine.
Who this great fight did win." “ But what good came of it at last ?"
Quoth little Peterkin. Why, that I cannot tell,” said he, “But 'twas a famous victory.”
THE BUTTERFLY AND THE SNAIL.
As in the sunshine of the morn,
His now-forgotten friend, a snail,
“What means yon peasant's daily toil, “ From choaking weeds to rid the soil ?
Why wake you to the morning's care ?
Why glows the peach with crimson hue? “ And why the plum's inviting blue? “Were they to feast his taste designed, " That vermin of voracious kind ! “ Crush then the slow, the pilfering race ; “So purge thy garden from disgrace."
“ What arrogance !" the snail replied ; “How insolent is upstart pride! “ Hadst thou not thus, with insult vain, “Provoked my patience to complain, " I had concealed thy meaner birth, - Nor traced thee to the scum of earth. “For scarce nine suns have waked the hours, “To swell the fruit, and paint the flowers, “Since I thy humbler life surveyed, “In base, in sordid guise arrayed ; - A hideous insect, vile, unclean, “ You dragged a slow and noisome train; “And from your spider-bowels drew - Foul film, and spun the dirty clue. “ I own my humble life, good friend ; “Snail was I born, and snail shall end. “ And what's a butterfly? At best, “ He's but a caterpillar drest; " And all thy race (a numerous seed,) “ Shall prove of caterpillar breed.”
ROBIN AND ANNA.
She listens ;—' 'Tis the wind,” she cries :
The moon, that rose so full and bright, Is now o'ercast: she weeps, she sighs,
She fears 'twill be a stormy night.
Not long was Anna wed. Her mate,
A fisherman, was out at sea : The night is dark, the hour is late,
The wind is high-and where is he?
- Oh! who would love ! oh! who would wed
“A wandering fisherman, to be “A wretched, lonely wife, and dread
“ Each breath that blows, when he's at sea !"
Not long was Anna wed. One pledge
Of tender love her bosom bore :
Its father is not yet on shore !
“Oh! who would think her portion blessed
“A wandering seaman's wife to be, “ To hug the infant to her breast,
“ Whose father's on a stormy sea!" The thunder bursts! the lightning falls !
The casement rattles with the rain ! And, as the gusty tempest bawls,
The little cottage quakes again!
She does not weep; she does not sigh;
But gazes on her infant dearA smile lights up
the cherub's eye, That dims its mother's with a tear!
“Oh! who would be a seaman's wife !
" Oh! who would bear a seaman's child! " To tremble for her husband's life!
“ To weep-because her infant smiled !"
Hadst thou ne'er borné a seaman's boy
Nor had thy husband left the shore Thou ne'er hadst felt such frantic joy,
To see-thy Robin at the door
To press his weather-beaten cheek,
To kiss it dry and warm again,
So pleasure's in the debt of pain.
Thy little couch of love, I ween,
And not a cloud that night was seen !
Still hand in hand with pleasure come ;
And Robin still is safe at home!
before me the Gladiator lie : He leans
his hand-his manly brow
The arena swims around him-he is gone,
his young barbarians all at play; There was their Dacian mother-he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday
All this rushed with his blood-Shall he expire And unavenged ?--Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
ST. PHILIP NERI AND THE YOUTH.
St. Philip Neri, as old readings say,
St. “Tell me, what brings you, gentle youth, to “Rome ?"
Y. “To make myself a scholar, sir, I come."
“Why, then, for aught I know, “I may be made a bishop.”
St. " What then ?”
Y. “ Why, cardinal's a high degree“ And yet my lot it possibly may be.
St. “Suppose it was—what then?”
Why, who can say, “But I've a chance of being pope one day ?”
St. “Well, having worn the mitre, and red hat, “And triple crown, what follows after that ?"
Y. “ Nay, there is nothing further to be sure, "Upon this earth, that wishing can procure : “When I've enjoyed a dignity so high, “As long as God shall please, then, I must die.” St. “What! must you die ? fond youth! and at the
best “But wish and hope, and may be all the rest !
6. Be it so—