Keepsake, The

<h2>SPRING.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Wintry winds no longer blow,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Far away are frost and snow;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Peeping from its grassy bed,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The primrose rears its modest head;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And midst its leaves the violet blue,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Scents the air and morning dew.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Hark! the sky-lark, mounting high,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Carols in the clear blue sky;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The thrush and blackbird from the spray,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Chaunt their blithesome roundelay;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The little lambkins, safe from harm,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In their snow-white fleeces warm,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Gambol o'er the sunny mead,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And prove their strength, and try their speed:<br/></span> <span class="i0">From yon grassy knoll they spring,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And chase each other round the ring.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: spring"> <tr><td align='left'><small><i>to face pa. 23</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0047-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="703" alt="Spring" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Spring</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">To the farm-yard we will go,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where they milk the hornless cow;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Mamma will give us wine and cake,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And a syllabub we'll make.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Charles and Jane shall hold the bowl,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And Margaretta milk it full:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Each shall join to help the others,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Like good sisters and good brothers.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>SUMMER.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">What does bounteous summer bring?<br/></span> <span class="i2">The lengthen'd day and shorten'd night;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Milder breezes softly blowing,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Warmer suns, and skies more bright.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Long and thick the grass is grown,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Ready for the mower's care,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When his scythe has laid it low,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To the hay-field we'll repair.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">Each shall have a fork and rake,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To spread it widely to the sun:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Many hands together join'd,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Make the labour quickly done.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In the hedge, the woodbine twining,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Fills the air with sweet perfume;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The blushing rose, in gay profusion,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Joins its fragrance and its bloom.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In the mossy hedge-row peeps,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The strawberry with lowly head;<br/></span> <span class="i0">We can quickly fill our baskets,<br/></span> <span class="i2">With its berries rosy red.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Little Anna dearly loves<br/></span> <span class="i2">Strawb'ries red, and milk so white:<br/></span> <span class="i0">We will carry plenty home,<br/></span> <span class="i2">On them she can sup to-night.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: summer"> <tr><td align='right'><small><i>to face pa. 24</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0050-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="703" alt="Summer" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Summer</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">Anna loves to skip and play,<br/></span> <span class="i2">But she can also read and spell;<br/></span> <span class="i0">She learns with careful hand to sew,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And she deserves her supper well.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>AUTUMN.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Autumn comes, her prospects glow<br/></span> <span class="i2">With yellow fields of waving corn;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The reaper with his sickle bright,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Hastes to work at early morn.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Whilst the morning breezes blow,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Through the burning sultry noon,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And till evening dews descend,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Still he works and labours on.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">Let us seek the harvest field,<br/></span> <span class="i2">There is work for you and me?<br/></span> <span class="i0">We can help the sheaves to bind:<br/></span> <span class="i2">Idle hands we need not be.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">When Maria's task is done,<br/></span> <span class="i2">We will to the nut-wood go;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Each a bag and hooked stick,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Down to pull the cluster'd bough.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Oh! how tempting ripe they hang:<br/></span> <span class="i2">Softly, softly pull them down,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Lest the bright brown nuts should fall,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And leave the empty husk alone.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Bags and pockets all are full,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And evening says we must not stay;<br/></span> <span class="i0">With heavy loads we'll hasten home,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And come again another day.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: autumn"> <tr><td align='right'><small><i>to face pa. 26</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0055-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="717" alt="Autumn" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Autumn</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: winter"> <tr><td align='right'><small><i>to follow Plate of Autumn</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0056-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="713" alt="Winter" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Winter</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_27" id="Page_27"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">These shall be our winter store,<br/></span> <span class="i2">When Christmas holidays are come;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then round the fire we'll social be,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And give our happy playmates some.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>WINTER.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Howling through the leafless trees,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Winter calls his northern breeze.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Do no flow'rets dare appear,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In this season of the year?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Yes, amidst the wintry scene,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The daisy's lowly gem is seen;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And tho' it boasts no varied dyes,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The Christmas-rose a charm supplies.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then through the frost and through the snow,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In a merry group we'll go,<br/></span> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_28" id="Page_28"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">Take our sledges and our skates,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Winter ne'er for sluggards waits.<br/></span> <span class="i0">We'll throw the snow-balls far and wide,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Beneath the mountain's hoary side;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Or build a giant tall and strong,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With shoulders broad, and limbs as long,<br/></span> <span class="i0">As Gog and Magog in Guildhall;<br/></span> <span class="i0">There it shall tower above us all,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till sun and thaw shall melt its crown,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And bring its snowy honours down.<br/></span> <span class="i0">And when the dark'ning evening's come,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Fast away we'll scamper home,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And standing close around the fire,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The blazing faggots we'll admire,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And sip our milk, and work and read,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till nurse cries out, "To bed! to bed!"<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_29" id="Page_29"></SPAN></span></p> <h2>ANNE AND EDWARD.</h2> <h3>PART I.</h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Loudly blows the northern wind,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And fast the snow descends,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Low before the driving storm,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The slender willow bends.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Why on such a dismal night<br/></span> <span class="i2">Does Anna ope her door,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And in her little ragged cloak,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Walk quickly o'er the moor?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">She hastens to the neighbouring town,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To beg some friendly aid,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To save her mother, who so sick<br/></span> <span class="i2">And ill in bed is laid.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">Her little brother by her side<br/></span> <span class="i2">Will watch whilst Anne's away,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And gladly, for his mother's sake,<br/></span> <span class="i2">He leaves each favourite play.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But see how quickly Anne returns,<br/></span> <span class="i2">A cheerful look she wears,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And softly, underneath her cloak,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Med'cine and food she bears.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">These to her mother, day by day,<br/></span> <span class="i2">With duteous love she gives,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Whilst little Edward's cheerful smile,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Her anxious care relieves.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: Anne and Edward I"> <tr><td align='left'><small><i>to follow pa. 30</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0063-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="714" alt="Anne and Edward I" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Anne and Edward</b></big></i></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><big><b>Part I.</b></big></td></tr> </table></div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: Anne and Edward II"> <tr><td align='right'><small><i>to follow pa. 30</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0064-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="686" alt="Anne and Edward II." title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Anne and Edward</b></big></i></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><big><b>Part II.</b></big></td></tr> </table></div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_31" id="Page_31"></SPAN></span></p> <h2>ANNE AND EDWARD.</h2> <h3>PART II.</h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Bright shines the sun, the gentle breeze<br/></span> <span class="i2">In soften'd murmurs blows,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And softly through the verdant mead,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The little streamlet flows.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Close by yon fragrant violet bank,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Beneath the spreading thorn,<br/></span> <span class="i0">His mother's stool and cushion'd chair<br/></span> <span class="i2">Are by young Edward borne.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And from the lowly cottage door,<br/></span> <span class="i2">With feeble steps and slow,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Anna supports her mother's frame,<br/></span> <span class="i2">As to the bank they go.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_32" id="Page_32"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">There, seated on her pillow'd chair,<br/></span> <span class="i2">She breathes the balmy breeze,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Whilst Anne and Edward quietly<br/></span> <span class="i2">Are seated at her knees.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">With merry hearts they now can meet<br/></span> <span class="i2">Her kind approving eye,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And to her various questions give<br/></span> <span class="i2">A cheerful, quick reply.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">They have not now her death to fear,<br/></span> <span class="i2">But know, that time and care,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Will soon restore their mother dear,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To their most ardent prayer.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33"></SPAN></span></p> <h2>GEORGE AND EDMUND.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Come hither, George," young Edmund cried,<br/></span> <span class="i2">"Come quickly here to me,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For yonder floats the little boat,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Upon the swelling sea.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"'Tis fasten'd by a single rope,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And there is each an oar,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And were we once but safely in,<br/></span> <span class="i2">We soon could push from shore."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Oh! go not, Edmund," George replied,<br/></span> <span class="i2">"The storm is rising fast,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The forest bends, the sea-spray flies,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Before the howling blast."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">"The wind may howl&mdash;perhaps it does,<br/></span> <span class="i2">But not so loud as you,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Who always scold and cry out 'Don't',<br/></span> <span class="i2">When pleasure is in view."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In anger Edmund spoke, and turn'd<br/></span> <span class="i2">In pride and scorn away,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To where the boat so temptingly,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Toss'd in the little bay.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">He loos'd the rope, he seized the oar,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And vaulted o'er the side,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And rapidly his little boat<br/></span> <span class="i2">Flies through the stormy tide.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The wind is loud, the waves are strong,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And vainly Edmund strives<br/></span> <span class="i0">To guide his boat, which furiously<br/></span> <span class="i2">The tempest onward drives.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">His passion gone, his fears increase,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And loud to George he cries;<br/></span> <span class="i0">He looks&mdash;he listens&mdash;calls again,<br/></span> <span class="i2">But still no George replies.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In terror now and wild affright,<br/></span> <span class="i2">All prudence he forgets,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And springing quick from side to side,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The boat he oversets.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">His father saw the dreadful plunge,<br/></span> <span class="i2">His father heard his shriek;<br/></span> <span class="i0">For George, when Edmund would not stay,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Some aid had flown to seek.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">With desperate haste he forward springs,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And throwing off his coat,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Plunges amid the foaming waves,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To gain the struggling boat.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">He reach'd its side, and diving down,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Seiz'd on poor Edmund's hand,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And senseless through the beating surge,<br/></span> <span class="i2">He bore him back to land.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">'Twas long ere signs of life return'd,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Or he unclos'd his eyes,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And longer far it was, ere he<br/></span> <span class="i2">From his sick bed could rise.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">What anguish and remorse he felt,<br/></span> <span class="i2">What tears of sorrow shed:<br/></span> <span class="i0">How good, how mild he vow'd to be,<br/></span> <span class="i2">When he should leave his bed.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And let us hope his vow he'll keep,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Become a steady boy,<br/></span> <span class="i0">No more his friends or parents grieve,<br/></span> <span class="i2">But prove their pride and joy.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: George and Edmund"> <tr><td align='right'><small><i>to follow pa. 36</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0072-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="706" alt="George and Edmund" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>George and Edmund</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: Fanny"> <tr><td align='left'><small><i>to follow pa. 37</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0075-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="690" alt="Fanny" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Fanny</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37"></SPAN></span></p> <h2>ANNY.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"O look!" the little Fanny cried,<br/></span> <span class="i0">As wandering by her mother's side,<br/></span> <span class="i0">They pass'd a cottage neat tho' poor,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With woodbines clustering round the door,<br/></span> <span class="i0">"Oh look, mamma, what lovely flowers!<br/></span> <span class="i0">I here could stand and gaze for hours.<br/></span> <span class="i0">That beauteous rose, those lilies fair,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And that gay bed of tulips there!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Oh! how I wish they all were mine,<br/></span> <span class="i0">They'd make my empty garden shine."<br/></span> <span class="i0">"Your empty garden, Fanny! pray<br/></span> <span class="i0">Have all your flowers been stol'n away?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Or do you for your neighbour's sigh,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Because your own you leave to die?<br/></span> <span class="i0">The little girl whose flowers these are,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Watches and prunes them all with care;<br/></span> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">She rises early, labours hard,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And does not toil nor care regard,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But thinks her trouble well repaid,<br/></span> <span class="i0">If she her parents thus can aid.<br/></span> <span class="i0">These flowers to market off she takes,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And many pence by them she makes;<br/></span> <span class="i0">You surely, therefore, would not strive<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of this advantage to deprive<br/></span> <span class="i0">The grateful child, who takes such pains,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To help her parents' scanty gains.<br/></span> <span class="i0">But come, my love, we must not stay,<br/></span> <span class="i0">That show'r will reach us on our way;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Come, Fanny, come,"&mdash;"Mamma, I will,"<br/></span> <span class="i0">But Fanny staid and linger'd still;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Each plant and flower at length being view'd,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Her way she thoughtfully pursu'd.<br/></span> <span class="i0">A week had pass'd, when Fanny ran<br/></span> <span class="i0">To her mamma, and thus began:<br/></span> <span class="i0">"Mamma, when you have time, I pray,<br/></span> <span class="i0">That you would kindly walk this way,<br/></span> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">And let me show you what, last night,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I finish'd ready for your sight."<br/></span> <span class="i0">Mamma complies, and Fanny bounds<br/></span> <span class="i0">Delighted, through the verdant grounds;<br/></span> <span class="i0">With sparkling eye and step elate,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Open she throws the garden gate,<br/></span> <span class="i0">"And look!" she cries, in joyful tone,<br/></span> <span class="i0">"What play-hours in one week have done;<br/></span> <span class="i0">No weeds do now my garden spoil,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The stones I clear'd, and turn'd the soil,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The trees I prun'd, I planted flowers,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And water'd them with plenteous showers:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Perhaps, mamma, with time and care,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Some nosegays I may hence prepare<br/></span> <span class="i0">For that good girl, who takes such pains<br/></span> <span class="i0">To help her parents' scanty gains."<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40"></SPAN></span></p> <h2>ALFRED.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"How can I the south from the north ever know,<br/></span> <span class="i2">When there is no S in the sky;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Oh! how can I tell the east from the west,<br/></span> <span class="i2">When not the least mark I can spy?"<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">His mother, who sat at her work by the fire,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To Alfred's request thus replied:<br/></span> <span class="i0">"Come, listen to me, and I'll soon tell you how,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The difficult point to decide.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Wherever the sun rises, there is the east,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Now that is both easy and clear;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Wherever at ev'ning he sets from your view,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The west, my beloved, is there.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: Alfred"> <tr><td align='right'><small><i>to follow pa. 40</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0080-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="717" alt="Alfred" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Alfred</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: William"> <tr><td align='left'><small><i>to follow pa. 41</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0081-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="710" alt="William" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>William</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">"Now you know where to find both the west and the east,<br/></span> <span class="i2">We soon shall discover the rest:<br/></span> <span class="i0">To the left is the south, to the right is the north,<br/></span> <span class="i2">When your face is turn'd full to the west."<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>WILLIAM.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"My dear," cried his mother to William one day,<br/></span> <span class="i2">As glowing and panting with heat,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The parlour he enter'd in haste and alarm,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And threw himself down on a seat:<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"My dear, what misfortune has hurried you now,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And brought you so soon from your play?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Have you lost your new ball in the field or the pond?<br/></span> <span class="i2">Or has your kite flown far away?"<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">"My ball, my dear mother, is safe in my desk,<br/></span> <span class="i2">My kite rides secure in the air;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But I brought a poor boy, whom I left in the hall,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And who claims your attention and care.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"I found him just now, as returning from play,<br/></span> <span class="i2">I passed by the side of the wood;<br/></span> <span class="i0">He was stretched on the ground, and senseless and pale,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And his face was all covered with blood."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Oh! quick let us go; sure we linger too long,"<br/></span> <span class="i2">Cried his mother; "my love, lead the way."<br/></span> <span class="i0">William bounded, all eager, and soon reached the place,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Where reviving, but weak, his friend lay.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">His bruises and wounds were examin'd with care,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And happy was William to hear,<br/></span> <span class="i0">That patience and time would restore him to health,<br/></span> <span class="i2">For his life he had nothing to fear.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">With unwearied attention he sat by his side,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And anxiously waited to know,<br/></span> <span class="i0">If in climbing he fell, or in mischief was hurt,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Or another had given the blow.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And as eagerly too did his invalid friend,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To his mother and William relate,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The cause of his suff'rings, and how he was found<br/></span> <span class="i2">In so sad and so helpless a state.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">He had hasten'd, he said, in his play-hour at noon,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To the strawberry bank in the wood,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For some ripe ones to take to his sister at home,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Who was ill, and they might do her good.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">As he climb'd some high rocks in his search for the fruit,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And held by the trees that hung o'er,<br/></span> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">He slipp'd, the branch broke, and he fell to the ground,<br/></span> <span class="i2">But he knew and remember'd no more.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">His name too he told, and the place where he liv'd,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And quickly young William ran there,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To tell his good mother her son was now safe,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And from them would receive ev'ry care.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Delighted to hear of her Jemmy again,<br/></span> <span class="i2">She gratefully thank'd his kind friend,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Who promis'd to bring him himself to his home,<br/></span> <span class="i2">As he knew he would speedily mend.<br/></span></div> </div> <p>THE END.</p> <SPAN name="endofbook"></SPAN> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />