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THE BROKEN DOLL. - Miss Lamh.
An infant is a selfish sprite;
He laughs, and thinks it a fine joke,
Reproof a parent's province is;
Only perchance for half a day, -
BLINDNESS. - Miss Lamb.
In a stage-coach, where late I chanced to be,
A little, quiet girl my notice caught;
Her mind seemed busy on some childish thought. 1, with an old man's courtesy, addressed
The child, and called her pretty, dark-eyed maid, And bid her turn those pretty eyes, and see
The wide-extended prospect. Sir,” she said, “I cannot see the prospect, — I am blind.”
Never did tongue of child utter a sound So mournful as her words fell on my ear.
Her mother then related how she found
Her child was sightless. On a fine, bright day,
She saw her lay her needlework aside, And, as on such occasions mothers will,
For leaving off her work began to chide.
"I'll do it when 't is day-light, if you please;
I cannot work, mamma, now it is night.”
And yet her eyes received no ray of light.
A NEGRO'S SONG.
FROM PARK'S TRAVELS IN AFRICA.
VERSIFIED BY THE
DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE.
The loud wind roared, the rain fell fast,
The white man shall our pity share ;
The storm is o'er, the tempest past,
Go, white man, go; but with thee bear
MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY.
MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY.-Mary Hourti.
A STORY OF THE OLDEN TIME.
" ARISE, my maiden, Mabel,"
The mother said ; "arise,
Is shining in the skies.
“ Arise, my little maiden,
For thou must speed away, To wait upon thy grandmother
This livelong summer day.
“And thou must carry with thee
This wheaten cake so fine, This new-made pat of butter,
This little flask of wine.
“And tell the dear old body,
This day I cannot come,
And he is not come home.
" And more than this, poor Amy
Upon my knee doth lie;
The little child will die!
“And thou canst help thy grandmother;
The table thou canst spread; Canst feed the little dog and bird;
And thou canst make her bed.
" And thou canst fetch the water
From the lady-well hard by;
The fagots brown and dry;
“Canst go down to the lonesome glen,
To milk the mother-ewe; This is the work, my Mabel,
That thou wilt have to do.
“ But listen now, my Mabel,
This is midsummer day, When all the fairy people
From elf-land come away.
“And when thou 'rt in the lonesome glen,
Keep by the running burn, And do not pluck the strawberry-flower,
Nor break the lady-fern.
· But think not of the fairy folk,
Lest mischief should befall; Think only of poor Amy,
And how thou lov'st us all.
“ Yet keep good heart, my Mabel,
If thou the fairies see,
If they should speak to thee.
" And when into the fir-wood
Thou goest for fagots brown, Do not, like idle children,
Go wandering up and down.