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“ How many are you then," said I,
““ 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 !"
ANECDOTE for FATHERS,
Shewing how the pra&tice of Lying may be taught.
I have a boy of five years old,
One morn we stroll?d on our dry walk,
My thoughts on former pleasures ran :;.
A day it was when I could bear
My boy was by my side, so slim
The young lambs ran a pretty race ;" The morning sun shone bright and warm; “ Kilve,” said.I, “ was a pleasant place, “ And so is Liswyn farm.
“My little boy, which like you more," I said and took him by the arm-“.Our home by Kilve's delightful shore, “ Or here at Liswyn farm ?
“ And tell me, had you rather be," !
In careless mood he looked at me,''
" Now, little Edward, say why so; My little Edward, tell me why;" " I cannot tell, I do not know." *** Why this is strange," said I.
“ For, here are woods and green-hills warm : “ There surely must some reason be “ Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm “ For Kilve by the green sea."
At this, my boy hung down his head,
His head he raised there was in sight,; : .
Then did the boy his tongue unlock,