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THE GREAT-GRANDFATHER.

THE GREAT-GRANDFATHER. - Miss Lamb.

MOTHER'S grandfather lives still,
His age
is fourscore years and ten;
He looks a monument of time,
The agedest of aged men.

Though years lie on him like a load,
A happier man you will not see
Than he, whenever he can get

His great-grandchildren on his knee.

When we our parents have displeased,
He stands between us as a screen;
By him our good deeds in the sun,

Our bad ones in the shade, are seen.

His love's a line that 's long drawn out,
Yet lasteth firm unto the end;

His heart is oak, yet unto us

It like the gentlest reed can bend.

A fighting soldier he has been,-
Yet by his manners you would guess
That he his whole long life had spent
In scenes of country quietness.

His talk is all of things long past,
For modern facts no pleasure yield, -

Of the famed year of forty-five,

Of William, and Culloden's field.

THE WIND IN A FROLIC.

The deeds of this eventful age,

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Which princes from their thrones have hurled, Can no more interest wake in him

Than stories of another world.

When I his length of days revolve,

How like a strong tree he hath stood,
It brings into my mind almost

Those patriarchs old before the flood.

THE WIND IN A FROLIC. — William Howitt

THE wind one morning sprang up from sleep,
Saying, "Now for a frolic! now for a leap!
Now for a madcap galloping chase!

I'll make a commotion in every place!"

So it swept with a bustle right through a great town,
Creaking the signs, and scattering down

Shutters, and whisking, with merciless squalls,
Old women's bonnets and gingerbread stalls.
There never was heard a much lustier shout,
As the apples and oranges tumbled about;
And the urchins, that stand with their thievish eyes
Forever on watch, ran off each with a prize.

Then away to the fields it went blustering and humming,

And the cattle all wondered whatever was coming.
It plucked by their tails the grave, matronly cows,
And tossed the colts' manes all about their brows,
Till, offended at such a familiar salute,

They all turned their backs and stood silently mute.
So on it went, capering and playing its pranks;
Whistling with reeds on the broad river banks:

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THE NORTHERN SEAS.

Puffing the birds, as they sat on the spray,
Or the traveller grave on the king's highway.
It was not too nice to bustle the bags

Of the beggar, and flutter his dirty rags.

"T was so bold that it feared not to play its joke
With the doctor's wig, and the gentleman's cloak.
Through the forest it roared, and cried gayly, "Now,
You sturdy old oaks, I'll make you bow!"

And it made them bow without more ado,

Or it cracked their great branches through and through. Then it rushed like a monster o'er cottage and farm, Striking their inmates with sudden alarm;

And they ran out like bees in a midsummer swarm. There were dames with their kerchiefs tied over their

caps,

To see if their poultry were free from mishaps;
The turkeys they gobbled, the geese screamed aloud,
And the hens crept to roost in a terrified crowd;
There was rearing of ladders, and logs laying on,
Where the thatch from the roof threatened soon to be
gone.

But the wind had passed on, and had met in a ane With a schoolboy, who panted and struggled in vain, For it tossed him, and twirled him, then passed, and he stood

With his hat in a pool, and his shoe in the mud.

THE NORTHERN SEAS.-William Howitt.

Up! up! let us a voyage take;

Why sit we here at ease?
Find us a vessel tight and snug,

Bound for the Northern Seas.

THE NORTHERN SEAS.

I long to see the Northern Lights,
With their rushing splendors, fly,
Like living things, with flaming wings,
Wide o'er the wondrous sky.

I long to see those icebergs vast,
With heads all crowned with snow;
Whose green roots sleep in the awful deep.
Two hundred fathoms low.

I long to hear the thundering crash
Of their terrific fall;

And the echoes from a thousand cliffs,
Like lonely voices call.

There shall we see the fierce white bear,
The sleepy seals aground,

And the spouting whales that to and fro
Sail with a dreary sound.

There may we tread on depths of ice,
That the hairy mammoth hide;
Perfect as when, in times of old,
The mighty creature died.

And while the unsetting sun shines on
Through the still heaven's deep blue,
We'll traverse the azure waves, the herds
Of the dread sea-horse to view.

We'll pass the shores of solemn pine,
Where wolves and black bears prowl,
And away to the rocky isles of mist,
To rouse the northern fowl.

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THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD.

Up there shall start ten thousand wings,
With a rushing, whistling din;
Up shall the auk and fulmar start,
All but the fat penguin.

And there, in the wastes of the silent sky,
With the silent earth below,

We shall see far off to his lonely rock
The lonely eagle go.

Then softly, softly will we tread
By inland streams, to see
Where the pelican of the silent North
Sits there all silently.

THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD.

Now ponder well, you parents dear,
The words which I shall write;
A doleful story you shall hear,

In time brought forth to light:

A gentleman of good account
In Norfolk lived of late,

Whose wealth and riches did surmount

Most men of his estate.

Sore sick he was, and like to die,
No help that he could have;
His wife by him as sick did lie,
And both possessed one grave.

No love between these two was lost,
Each was to other kind;

In love they lived, in love they died,
And left two babes behind;

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