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BUSILY, busily,

Turn the sails

Never they linger, ansly wolf

Unless the wind fails.

Coal Small must the breeze be

They cannot use;

Who ever saw them

Their labour refuse?

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THE TOWN PUMP.

A PUMP in olden time, so says tradition,
Thus vaunted loudly of its high position.

"With wide-spread hands I cry by night and day,
Come, freely drink, my friends, and nothing pay.
Brew malt and hops, press from the purple vine
The luscious juice, no liquor is like mine.
With iron goblet fastened round my waist.
As cup-bearer, I stand-draw near and taste.
In summer's heat behold me cool and steady:
Come thirst and fire, to quench them I am ready.
Town-clerk am I, with placards of each meeting;
Clerk of the peace too, by my sober greeting.
Here comes a friend, his shoes with dust bespread,
A draught will ease his heart, and clear his head.
Now stand aside, for that poor thirsty sot,
Alas! strong drink has made him burning hot.
My cup I offer him with right good-will;

Draw near, poor thirsty soul, and drink thy fill:
Nor beer, nor brandy, that some call a blessing,
Is half so healthy, grateful, and refreshing.
Another comes the gout is in his toe;
My cooling liquor never served him so!
Is that you, Jowler, just beneath the spout?
Speak truly,-Did you ever feel the gout?
I fancy not-a lesson for deep thinkers-
Dogs have no gout, for they are water-drinkers.
But hark! afar is heard a mingled humming,

Boys, girls, and sheep and cattle-all are coming.

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Well-let them freely come, however pressing,
And I will freely give them all a blessing."
This moral learn, or parent, son or daughter:

The wine of health, and strength, and peace, is-WATER.

BE KIND TO THE POOR.

WE should always help the poor,

Gladly, freely, when we can,

And should never shut the door 'Gainst a needy aged man.

See, the dust upon his feet,
Tells of many a weary mile:
Here, good father, come and eat,
Sit you down and rest awhile.

Hasten not, the day is young;
Eat, and drink, and rest, your fill,
Presently you'll be more strong,
For th' ascent of yonder hill.

So you're up and off once more,

God, then, speed you on your way;

And when next you pass our door,

Mind you call and

say good day.

S. W. P.

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