RUNNING AWAY. The sky was clear, the stars were bright, When Johnny rose, put on his clothes, "I'll leave my pa, I'll leave my ma; My parents both have been unkind, "I'll take my clothes, I'll take my all, I'll go out west, and do my best- And Johnny started bravely out, He traveled all that summer night, "I'm tired and weak-I'm sick," said he, ONLY FIVE. I am a very little girl, I'm only five years old; I hope that none who hear me speak WHO IS IT? [At the close of this recitation some elderly person attired as Santa Claus should enter and distribute gifts to the children.] Now, children, there's somebody coming, So try to think sharply and well; His hair is as white as a snow-drift; His coat is of fur at this season: The weather, you know, is so cold. He'll bring all the children a present— GOLD. Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Heavy to get, and light to hold; Hoarded, bartered, bought and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled; Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old Good or bad, a thousand-fold! How widely its agencies vary To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless, Now stamped with the image of good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary! THOMAS HOOD. PLAYING BARBER. "I wish I was a little fish, Or something that don't have the curls "It hurts so when I have them brushed, And Mary, ev'ry morning, Says I am such a naughty girl,' "She jerks, and don't care how she pulls, She says I'm very trying,' But when they're tangled full of snarls, How can I keep from crying? "I'll play I am the barber-man Call them his 'golden fleeces.' " She took the shears and cut them off, WORK. Work, for the night is coming; When man's work will be done. THE SONG OF THE CORN POPPER. Pip! pop! flipperty flop! Here am I, all ready to pop. Girls and boys, the fire burns clear; Pip! pop! flipperty flop! Into the bowl the kernels drop. Sharp, and hard, and yellow, and small, Must say they don't look good at all; But wait till they burst into warm white snow! Hop away! pop away! here we go! Pip! pop! flipperty flop! Don't fill me too full; shut down the top! Rake out the coals in an even bed, Topaz yellow and ruby red; Shade your eyes from the fiery glow. Pip flop flipperty flop! Shake me steadily; do not stop; Backward and forward, not up and down; Don't let me drop, or you'll burn it brown, Never too high, and never too low. Hop away! pop away! here we go! Pip! pop! flipperty flop! Now they are singing, and soon they'll hop. Hi! the kernels begin to swell. Ho! at last they are dancing well. Pip! pop! flipperty flop! All full, little ones? Time to stop! LAURA E. RICHARDS. THE FROST. The frost looked forth one still, clear night, I will not go on like that blustering train, So he flew to the mountain and powdered its crest, Of the quivering lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear But he did one thing that was hardly fair; "Now, just to set them a-thinking, I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he; "This costly pitcher I'll break in three, And this glass of water they've left for me Shall tchick-to tell them I'm drinking!" HANNAH F. Gould. THE CHILDREN. They are idols of hearts and of households, CHARLES M. DICKENSON. |