THE LITTLE BUSY BEE. H° OW doth the little busy bee How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads her wax, With the sweet food she makes! In works of labor, or of skill, For Satan finds some mischief, still, For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play, MY A COMPLAINT. Y name is Grasshopper; high as I can, Though they might know how much rather I'd stay. Flung out of window I'm certain to be, E'en though the hen might be there with her brood! A grasshopper's feelings, they're not understood! I CHRISTMAS BELLS. HEARD the bells on Christmas Day The words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men! A chant sublime, Of peace on earth, good will to men! Then from each black, accursed mouth, The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good will to men! The households, born Of peace on earth, good will to men! And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep, "God is not dead; nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men!" THE TRUTHFUL BOY. NCE there was a little boy, ONCE With curly hair and pleasant eye, — And never, never told a lie. And everybody loved him so, Because he always told the truth, That every day, as he grew up, 'Twas said, "There goes the honest youth." And when the people that stood near THE GRAVES OF OUR HEROES. How OW sleep the Brave who sink to rest, By fairy hands their knell is rung, A NOWADAYS. LAS! how everything has changed, When all the girls wore homespun frocks, And aprons nice and clean. With bonnets made of braided straw, That tied beneath the chin, The shawls laid neatly on the neck, I recollect the time when I And when our folks were out at work, I jumped upon a horse bare-back, Dear me! young ladies, nowadays, To think of riding all alone In wagon, chaise, or sleigh; O, saints! 'twould spoil their lily hands, When winter came, the maiden's heart Each beau would take his sweetheart out, Sleigh-riding in the cutter. Or, if the storm was bleak and cold, The girls and beaux together, Would meet and have most glorious fun, And never mind the weather. |