"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 !" THE HARE AND MANY FRIENDS. FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name, A Hare, who in a civil way, And ev'ry creature was her friend. As forth she went at early dawn, "Let me," says she," your back ascend, "And owe my safety to a friend; "You know my feet betray my flight; "To friendship every burden's light. The horse reply'd, "poor honest puss, "It grieves my heart to see thee thus; "Be comforted, relief is near, "For all your friends are in the rear." She next the stately Bull implor'd; And thus reply'd the mighty lord: "Since every beast alive can tell "That I sincerely wish you well, "I may, without offence, pretend "To take the freedom of a friend; "Love calls me hence; a fav'rite cow "Expects me near yon barley-mow; "And when a lady's in the case, "You know, all other things give place. "To leave you thus might seem unkind; "But see the Goat is just behind." The Goat remark'd, her pulse was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye; 66 My back," says she, " may do you harm; "The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm." The Sheep was feeble, and complain'd She now the trotting Calf address'd, To save from death a friend distress'd. "Shall I," says he "of tender age, "In this important care engage? "Older and abler pass'd you by! "How strong are those! how weak am I ! "Should I presume to bear you hence, "Those friends of mine may take offence. "Excuse me, then. You know my heart; "But dearest friends, alas! must part: "How shall we all lament! Adieu! "For see, the hounds are just in view." FATHERLESS FANNY. Keen and cold is the blast loudly whistling around: Both my parents are dead, and few friends I can boast, Once indeed I with pleasure and patience could toil, And at night, when I brought them my hardly-earn'd gains, Though small they might be, still my comforts were many; For my mother's fond blessing rewarded my pains, My father stood watching to welcome his Fanny. But, ah! now that I work by their presence uncheer'd, Where no one exclaims, "Thou art welcome, my That, that is the pang: want and toil would impart The smiles of affection are riches to me. You'll comfort the heart of poor Fatherless Fanny. THE POET AND THE ROSE. I hate the man who builds his name Thus prudes by characters o'erthrown, As in the cool of early day, "Involv'd in fragrance, burn and die. "Know, hapless flower! that thou shalt find "More fragrant Roses there : I see thy withering head reclin'd, "One common fate we both must prove; "Spare your comparisons," reply'd An angry Rose, who grew beside; "Of all mankind you should not flout us; "What can a Poet do without us? "In every love-song Roses bloom; "We lend you colour and perfume: "Does it to Chloe's charms conduce, www LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER. A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands bound, "Now, who be ye would cross Loch-Gyle, This dark and stormy water?" "O! I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle, "And fast before her father's men "His horsemen hard behind us ride; Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, "And, by my word! the bonny bird So, though the waves are raging white- By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And, in the scowl of heaven, each face B |