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With joy she picked the penny up,
The fairy penny good;
Went wandering from the wood.
"Now she has that," said the brownies,
"Let flax be ever so dear, 'T will buy her clothes of the very best,
For many and many a year!"
"And go now," said the grandmother,
"Since falling is the dew, Go down unto the lonesome glen,
And milk the mother-ewe!"
All down into the lonesome glen, Through copses thick and wild,
Went on the willing child.
And when she came to the lonesome glen,
She kept beside the burn,
Nor broke the lady-fern.
And while she milked the mother-ewe
Within this lonesome glen, She wished that little Amy
Were strong and well again.
And soon as she had thought this thought,
She heard a coming sound, As if a thousand fairy-folk
Were gathering all around*
MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY.
And then she heard a little voice, Shrill as the midge's wing,
"The lady-fern is all unbroke,
What shall be done for her who still
"Give her a fairy cake!" said one;
"Grant her a wish!" said three; "The latest wish that she hath wished,"
Said all, "whate'er it be!"
Kind Mabel heard the words they spake,
Unto the good old grandmother
Thus happened it to Mabel
On that midsummer day, And these three fairy-blessings
She took with her away.
'T is good to make all duty sweet,
To be alert and kind;
THE ATHEIST AND THE ACORN.
"Methinks this world seems oddly made,
And everything amiss,"
And instanced it in this:
"Behold," quoth he, "that mighty thing,
A pumpkin large and round,
"While on this oak an acorn small,
So disproportioned, grows, That whosoe'er surveys this all, This universal casual ball, Its ill contrivance knows.
"My better judgment would have hung
The pumpkin on the tree, And left the acorn slightly strung, 'Mong things that on the surface sprung,
And weak and feeble be."
No more the caviller could say,
No further faults descry;
Fell down upon his eye.
28 THE PIN, NEEDLE, «ND SCISSOKS.
The wounded part with tears ran o'er,
As punished for the sin;
Nor skull have kept them in.
THE PIN, NEEDLE, AND SCISSORS.— Mrs. Fallen.
T 'is true, although't is sad to say,
Disputes are rising every day.
You 'd think, if no one did deny it,
A little work-box might be quiet;
But 'tis not so, for I did hear —
Or else I dreamed it, 't is so queer —
A Pin and Needle in the cushion
Maintain the following discussion.
The Needle, " extra-fine, gold-eyed,"
Was very sharp and full of pride.
And thus, methought, she did begin: —
"You clumsy, thick, short, ugly Pin,
I wish you were not quite so near;
How could my mistress stick me here?
She should have put me in my place,
With my bright sisters in the case."
"Would you were there !" the Pin replied*
"I do not want you by my side.
I Jm rather short and thick, 'tis true;
Who'd be so long and thin as you?
I've got a head, though, of my own,
That you had better let alone."
"You make me laugh," the Needle cried;
"That you 5ve a head can't be denied;
For you a very proper head,
Without an eye and full of lead."
"You are so cross, and sharp, and thin,"