Once, in the hope of honest gain
From Afric’s golden store,
A brisk young sailor cross’d the main,
And landed on her shore.
From Afric’s golden store,
A brisk young sailor cross’d the main,
And landed on her shore.
And leaving soon the sultry strand,
Where his fair vessel lay,
He travell’d o’er the neighboring land,
To trade in peaceful way.
Where his fair vessel lay,
He travell’d o’er the neighboring land,
To trade in peaceful way.
Full many a toy had he to sell,
And caps of scarlet dye,
All such things as he knew full well,
Would please the native’s eye.
And caps of scarlet dye,
All such things as he knew full well,
Would please the native’s eye.
But as he travell’d through the woods,
He longed to take a nap,
And opening there his pack of goods,
Took out a scarlet cap,
He longed to take a nap,
And opening there his pack of goods,
Took out a scarlet cap,
And drew it on his head, thereby
To shield him from the sun,
Then soundly slept, nor thought an eye
Had seen what he had done.
To shield him from the sun,
Then soundly slept, nor thought an eye
Had seen what he had done.
But many a monkey dwelling there,
Though hidden from his view,
Had closely watched the whole affair,
And longed to do so too.
Though hidden from his view,
Had closely watched the whole affair,
And longed to do so too.
And while he slept did each one seize
A cap to deck his brows,
Then climbing up the highest trees,
Sat chattering on the boughs.
A cap to deck his brows,
Then climbing up the highest trees,
Sat chattering on the boughs.
The sailor wak’d, his caps were gone,
And loud and long he grieves,
Till, looking up with heart forlorn,
He spied at once the thieves.
And loud and long he grieves,
Till, looking up with heart forlorn,
He spied at once the thieves.
With cap of red upon each head,
Full fifty faces grim,
The sailor sees amid the trees,
With eyes all fixed on him.
Full fifty faces grim,
The sailor sees amid the trees,
With eyes all fixed on him.
He brandish’d quick a mighty stick,
But could not reach their bower,
Nor yet could stone, for every one
Was far beyond his power.
But could not reach their bower,
Nor yet could stone, for every one
Was far beyond his power.
Alas! he thought, I’ve safely brought
My caps far over seas,
But could not guess it was to dress
Such little rogues as these.
My caps far over seas,
But could not guess it was to dress
Such little rogues as these.
Then quickly down he threw his own,
And loud in anger cried,
“Take this one too, you thievish crew,
Since you have all beside.”
And loud in anger cried,
“Take this one too, you thievish crew,
Since you have all beside.”
But, quick as thought the caps were caught
From every monkey’s crown,
And, like himself, each little elf
Threw his directly down.
From every monkey’s crown,
And, like himself, each little elf
Threw his directly down.
THE MORNING WALK.
The sun is up, the air is clear,
The flowers are blooming all around,
The dew-drops glitter on the grass,
And pretty daisies deck the ground.
The flowers are blooming all around,
The dew-drops glitter on the grass,
And pretty daisies deck the ground.
How sweet it is to go abroad,
And breathe this lovely morning air,
So fragrant with perfume of flowers,
While everything seems fresh and fair.
And breathe this lovely morning air,
So fragrant with perfume of flowers,
While everything seems fresh and fair.
The busy insects flitting round,
The warbling birds on every tree,
Each blade of grass, each opening flower,
All seem to speak, great God, of thee.
The warbling birds on every tree,
Each blade of grass, each opening flower,
All seem to speak, great God, of thee.
Dear Father, thou hast kindly kept
Thy child from danger all the night,
And now, my heart is filled with joy,
As I behold the morning light.
Thy child from danger all the night,
And now, my heart is filled with joy,
As I behold the morning light.
And I would speak of all thy love;
Oh, fill my heart with grateful praise,
And may I for these bounteous gifts,
Both love and serve thee all my days.
Oh, fill my heart with grateful praise,
And may I for these bounteous gifts,
Both love and serve thee all my days.
STRAWBERRY GIRL.
EMILY.
Mamma, do hear Eliza cry!
She wants a piece of cake, I know,
She will not stir to school without;
Do give her some, and let her go.
She wants a piece of cake, I know,
She will not stir to school without;
Do give her some, and let her go.
MOTHER.
Oh no, my dear, that will not do,
She has behaved extremely ill;
She does not think of minding me,
And tries to gain her stubborn will.
She has behaved extremely ill;
She does not think of minding me,
And tries to gain her stubborn will.
This morning, when she had her milk,
She gave her spoon a sudden twirl
And threw it all upon the floor;
Oh, she’s a naughty, wicked girl!
She gave her spoon a sudden twirl
And threw it all upon the floor;
Oh, she’s a naughty, wicked girl!
And now, forsooth, she cries for cake,
But that, my dear, I must refuse,
For children never should object
To eating what their parents choose.
But that, my dear, I must refuse,
For children never should object
To eating what their parents choose.
That pretty little girl who came
To sell the strawberries here to-day,
Would have been very glad to eat
What my Eliza threw away;
To sell the strawberries here to-day,
Would have been very glad to eat
What my Eliza threw away;
Because her parents are so poor
That they have neither milk nor meat,
But gruel and some Indian cake
Is all the children have to eat.
That they have neither milk nor meat,
But gruel and some Indian cake
Is all the children have to eat.
They have beside three little girls,—
Mary’s the oldest of them all,—
And hard enough she has to work
To help the rest, though she’s so small.
Mary’s the oldest of them all,—
And hard enough she has to work
To help the rest, though she’s so small.
As soon as strawberries are ripe,
She picks all day and will not stop
To play, nor eat a single one
Till she has filled her basket up.
She picks all day and will not stop
To play, nor eat a single one
Till she has filled her basket up.
Then down she comes to sell them all,
And lays the money up to buy
Her stockings and her shoes to wear
When cold and wintry storms are nigh.
And lays the money up to buy
Her stockings and her shoes to wear
When cold and wintry storms are nigh.
Then Mary has to trudge away,
And gather wood thro’ piles of snow,
To keep the little children warm,
When the frost bites and cold winds blow.
And gather wood thro’ piles of snow,
To keep the little children warm,
When the frost bites and cold winds blow.
Oh, then, as she comes home at night,
Hungry and tired, with cold benumb’d,
How would she jump to find a bowl
Of bread and milk all nicely crumb’d.
Hungry and tired, with cold benumb’d,
How would she jump to find a bowl
Of bread and milk all nicely crumb’d.
But she, dear child, has no such thing;
Of gruel and some Indian cake,
Whether she chooses it or not,
Poor Mary must her supper make.
Of gruel and some Indian cake,
Whether she chooses it or not,
Poor Mary must her supper make.
And now, my child, will you behave
So ill again another day,
Be cross, and pout, and cry for cake,
And throw your breakfast all away?
So ill again another day,
Be cross, and pout, and cry for cake,
And throw your breakfast all away?
ELIZA.
ENVY.
MELINDA.
I wish I had a coach, mamma;
O, how I should delight to ride,
Like Jennie Wright, where’er I pleased,
And have a servant at my side.
O, how I should delight to ride,
Like Jennie Wright, where’er I pleased,
And have a servant at my side.
The other day, as Ann and I
Were walking down the meadow lane,
With John and Mary Anna Smith,
Who should go by but little Jane!
Were walking down the meadow lane,
With John and Mary Anna Smith,
Who should go by but little Jane!
The man drove slow, that Miss might view
The charming prospect all around;
How proud she felt that she could ride,
While we were walking on the ground!
The charming prospect all around;
How proud she felt that she could ride,
While we were walking on the ground!
We all ran off and left the coach,
But while we gathered flowers for you,
Mamma, the servant followed us,
For Miss must have some daisies too.
But while we gathered flowers for you,
Mamma, the servant followed us,
For Miss must have some daisies too.
She seemed resolved to let us know
That she could have just what she pleased,
Then the new coach whirled off, and so
I really hope her mind was eased.
That she could have just what she pleased,
Then the new coach whirled off, and so
I really hope her mind was eased.
What was it, ma, that vexed me so
And spoiled the pleasure of the day?
I should have had a charming walk
If that old coach had kept away.
And spoiled the pleasure of the day?
I should have had a charming walk
If that old coach had kept away.
MOTHER.
’Twas envy, child, an odious sin,
That springs from ignorance and pride;
You grieved to see another taste
Enjoyments to yourself denied.
That springs from ignorance and pride;
You grieved to see another taste
Enjoyments to yourself denied.
That little Miss you envied so
Lived six long months in constant pain,
Then the disorder seized her feet,
And she will never walk again.
Lived six long months in constant pain,
Then the disorder seized her feet,
And she will never walk again.
I chanced to be at Mr. Wright’s
That very day, when Jane came home;
Her brother took her in his arms,
And brought her sobbing to the room.
That very day, when Jane came home;
Her brother took her in his arms,
And brought her sobbing to the room.
Her mother tenderly enquired
What made her weep. “Alas!” she cried,
“Why, mother, will you urge your child
To seek for pleasure in a ride?
What made her weep. “Alas!” she cried,
“Why, mother, will you urge your child
To seek for pleasure in a ride?
“At first, I looked with some delight
On the sweet fields so green and gay,
When happy children passed along,
As merry as the birds in May.
On the sweet fields so green and gay,
When happy children passed along,
As merry as the birds in May.
“They laughed, they jumped, they climbed the hedge,
For flowers their pretty wreaths to twine,
And then they wandered through the fields,
To gather blackberries from the vine.
For flowers their pretty wreaths to twine,
And then they wandered through the fields,
To gather blackberries from the vine.
“I wept, that with such joyous sports
I never more could take a part;
Kind Peter saw how sad I felt,
And tried to cheer my heavy heart.
I never more could take a part;
Kind Peter saw how sad I felt,
And tried to cheer my heavy heart.
“He brought me berries from the vine,
He gathered daisies nice and sweet;
But on the flowers I could not look,
The blackberries I could not eat.
He gathered daisies nice and sweet;
But on the flowers I could not look,
The blackberries I could not eat.
“Oh, turn, I said, and drive me home,
Each object gives my heart a pain,
And let me in my chamber hide,
And never see a coach again.”
Each object gives my heart a pain,
And let me in my chamber hide,
And never see a coach again.”
Now, dear Melinda, do you wish
That you was Jennie Wright, to ride
In a new coach whene’er you please,
And have a servant at your side?
That you was Jennie Wright, to ride
In a new coach whene’er you please,
And have a servant at your side?
MELINDA.
Oh, no, indeed; for now, mamma,
I see how wicked I have been;
You spoke most truly when you said
That envy was an odious sin.
I see how wicked I have been;
You spoke most truly when you said
That envy was an odious sin.
Poor Jennie Wright! how very strange
That I should think her proud or vain;
How wicked and unkind it was
For me to envy little Jane.
That I should think her proud or vain;
How wicked and unkind it was
For me to envy little Jane.
REMEMBER THE POOR.
“The poor ye have always with you, and when ye will ye may do them good."—[Words of Jesus.
God’s blessing on those
Who remember the poor!
If I had been born
In the Five Points, I’m sure
Who remember the poor!
If I had been born
In the Five Points, I’m sure
I should have been grateful
For work and for food;
And this House of Industry
Must do them great good.
For work and for food;
And this House of Industry
Must do them great good.
Our hearts should be filled
With pity for those
Who suffer in winter
For want of warm clothes.
With pity for those
Who suffer in winter
For want of warm clothes.
Who suffer with hunger
For want of nice bread,
While we from God’s bounty
Are constantly fed.
For want of nice bread,
While we from God’s bounty
Are constantly fed.
And do what we can
To provide them with food,
For all our spare pennies
Would do them great good.
To provide them with food,
For all our spare pennies
Would do them great good.
HOLIDAY GIFT.
MOTHER.
My children, I am glad to see
Your holidays have come;
For much it does delight my heart
To see you all at home.
Your holidays have come;
For much it does delight my heart
To see you all at home.
And that you have behaved so well,
Gives me still greater joy;
For greatly does your happiness
Your mother’s thoughts employ.
Gives me still greater joy;
For greatly does your happiness
Your mother’s thoughts employ.
The promise that I gave you all
Most strictly I regard,
And dearly do I love to give
My children their reward.
Most strictly I regard,
And dearly do I love to give
My children their reward.
So here is a guinea, Charles, for you,
To buy that pretty sword,
Which, when you asked me for last spring,
I could not then afford.
To buy that pretty sword,
Which, when you asked me for last spring,
I could not then afford.
EMMA.
Oh yes, mamma, ’tis quite enough,
We could not wish for more;
We never in our lives have had
One half as much before.
We could not wish for more;
We never in our lives have had
One half as much before.
CHARLES.
Mamma, you seem to be perplexed
With some unpleasant care;
You smile, but then ’tis not the smile
That I have seen you wear.
With some unpleasant care;
You smile, but then ’tis not the smile
That I have seen you wear.
Pray, tell me is it anything
That I have said or done?
I hope, mamma, I never shall
Be an ungrateful son.
That I have said or done?
I hope, mamma, I never shall
Be an ungrateful son.
MOTHER.
Oh, no, my child; you ever have
Been dutiful and kind,
But still, there is a circumstance
That has perplexed my mind.
Been dutiful and kind,
But still, there is a circumstance
That has perplexed my mind.
You know that worthy family
That lived up on the hill,—
Poor Mr. Smith, the clever man,
That used to tend the mill.
That lived up on the hill,—
Poor Mr. Smith, the clever man,
That used to tend the mill.
Last spring, his wife and little ones
Were very sick, you know;
When they recovered, he was seized,
And died a week ago.
Were very sick, you know;
When they recovered, he was seized,
And died a week ago.
This very morning, Mrs. Smith
Came here to ask relief;
Poor woman! she looked pale and thin,
And overwhelmed with grief.
Came here to ask relief;
Poor woman! she looked pale and thin,
And overwhelmed with grief.
“Dear madam, I am grieved to come
And trouble you,” she said;
“But new afflictions seem to fall
In torrents on my head.
And trouble you,” she said;
“But new afflictions seem to fall
In torrents on my head.
“Some time before my husband died,
We owed a quarter’s rent,
He laid it up, and would, no doubt,
Have paid it—every cent.
We owed a quarter’s rent,
He laid it up, and would, no doubt,
Have paid it—every cent.
“But when our earnings all were stopp’d,
And we so long were ill,
I was obliged to take it all,
To pay the doctor’s bill.
And we so long were ill,
I was obliged to take it all,
To pay the doctor’s bill.
“This very morn our landlord came,
And sternly bade me pay;
I told him all, and begged he’d wait
A little longer day.
And sternly bade me pay;
I told him all, and begged he’d wait
A little longer day.
“‘Wait longer? No, indeed I wont;
Too long I have waited now;
So pay, or you’ll march out of doors,
And I shall take your cow.’”
Too long I have waited now;
So pay, or you’ll march out of doors,
And I shall take your cow.’”
The widow wept, and then she said,
“I am willing to be poor,—
But yet to lose my only cow
Seems too much to endure.”
“I am willing to be poor,—
But yet to lose my only cow
Seems too much to endure.”
CHARLES.
Here, take this money, ma, and pay
As far as it will go;
I had rather never have a sword
Than she should suffer so.
As far as it will go;
I had rather never have a sword
Than she should suffer so.
EMMA AND ANN.
And ours, mamma; do take it all,
To pay that cruel man;
And pray make haste before he comes
To frighten them again.
To pay that cruel man;
And pray make haste before he comes
To frighten them again.
MOTHER.
Come to my arms, my precious ones,
I only meant to see
Whether your little hearts were warmed
With sweet humanity.
I only meant to see
Whether your little hearts were warmed
With sweet humanity.
I’ll take your money for this debt,—
And never did I pay
A sum away with such delight,
As I shall do this day.
And never did I pay
A sum away with such delight,
As I shall do this day.
Come, then, my children, let us go;
It is a bless’d employ
To cheer the widow’s heart and fill
The fatherless with joy.
It is a bless’d employ
To cheer the widow’s heart and fill
The fatherless with joy.
NURSERY CHILDREN NEEDING HOMES.
“Two orphan children, under five,
With pleasant, sunny faces,
Brother and sister, much attached,
Are candidates for ‘places.’”
With pleasant, sunny faces,
Brother and sister, much attached,
Are candidates for ‘places.’”
Thus writes a lady from the Home;
And Fred has asked papa,
To take them both, and let them live
With him and dear mamma.
And Fred has asked papa,
To take them both, and let them live
With him and dear mamma.
Papa replies: “My dear, I think
We’ve boys enough already;
But we will take the little girl—
A play-mate for our Freddy.”
We’ve boys enough already;
But we will take the little girl—
A play-mate for our Freddy.”
O, must these little orphans part?
What will the poor boy do?
He hesitates a moment, then
He says, “we’ll take the two!
What will the poor boy do?
He hesitates a moment, then
He says, “we’ll take the two!
“For ’twould be very hard, to part
The sister from her brother;
Poor little friendless ones, who now
So dearly love each other.
The sister from her brother;
Poor little friendless ones, who now
So dearly love each other.
“Mamma will not consent, I’m sure,
These orphans thus to part,
There’s room enough to hold them both,
In her warm, loving heart.”
These orphans thus to part,
There’s room enough to hold them both,
In her warm, loving heart.”
Fred runs at once to ask mamma,
If she will be a mother
To this dear little girl and boy—
The sister and the brother.
If she will be a mother
To this dear little girl and boy—
The sister and the brother.
She prays her Savior, then, to guide,
And teach her what to do;
Fred soon returns to tell papa,—
“Yes; we must take the two!”
And teach her what to do;
Fred soon returns to tell papa,—
“Yes; we must take the two!”
For while she knelt in earnest prayer,
The Savior seemed to say,
In sweetest accents to her heart,
“Work, while ’tis called to-day.
The Savior seemed to say,
In sweetest accents to her heart,
“Work, while ’tis called to-day.
“Take these dear little orphans home—
Go, feed these lambs for me,
And I will care for you and yours,
I will your Savior be.”
Go, feed these lambs for me,
And I will care for you and yours,
I will your Savior be.”
Oh, will not other parents hear,
The Savior sweetly plead,
For my sake, take these orphans home,
And be my friends indeed.
The Savior sweetly plead,
For my sake, take these orphans home,
And be my friends indeed.
ALMIRA AND MINNIE.
MOTHER.
Almira, go and get your work,
And sit with me, my dear;
And, Minnie, you may read to us,—
We will with pleasure hear.
And sit with me, my dear;
And, Minnie, you may read to us,—
We will with pleasure hear.
Two little misses thus employed
Is a delightful sight;
Then after tea the time’s your own,
And you may play till night.
Is a delightful sight;
Then after tea the time’s your own,
And you may play till night.
Minnie, why do you look displeased?
Don’t you approve my plan?
Well, alter it yourself, my dear;
Improve it if you can.
Don’t you approve my plan?
Well, alter it yourself, my dear;
Improve it if you can.
MINNIE.
I’m tired of sitting here alone,
Mamma, with only you;
I’m tired of work, indeed I am,
I’m tired of reading, too.
Mamma, with only you;
I’m tired of work, indeed I am,
I’m tired of reading, too.
And only just Almira here,
And Fido now to play;
If I’d my will I’d go abroad
Most gladly every day.
And Fido now to play;
If I’d my will I’d go abroad
Most gladly every day.
MOTHER.
Minnie, do you know Peggy Hill,
That little, modest child,
Who sometimes comes on errands here?
She lives with Mrs. Wild.
That little, modest child,
Who sometimes comes on errands here?
She lives with Mrs. Wild.
She came the other day when you
Was sitting here with me;
Almira sewed, you had a book,
And read quite prettily.
Was sitting here with me;
Almira sewed, you had a book,
And read quite prettily.
She tried to do her errand twice;
But when she came to speak,
I saw her turn aside and wipe
A tear from off her cheek.
But when she came to speak,
I saw her turn aside and wipe
A tear from off her cheek.
I thought it strange, and led her out;
“What ails you, child,” said I;
“Pray have you hurt yourself, or what
Can thus have made you cry?”
“What ails you, child,” said I;
“Pray have you hurt yourself, or what
Can thus have made you cry?”
“Oh, no,” she said, “I am not hurt;
I am to blame, I fear;
But such a tender sight as this
Will always force a tear.
I am to blame, I fear;
But such a tender sight as this
Will always force a tear.
“For I had tender parents once,—
Affectionate and kind;
But they are dead; they both have gone,
And left their child behind.
Affectionate and kind;
But they are dead; they both have gone,
And left their child behind.
“I had a little sister, too,
And many a pleasant day
We with our mother worked and read
The cheerful hours away.
And many a pleasant day
We with our mother worked and read
The cheerful hours away.
“But when we lost our parents, ma’am,
Our living all was fled;
And we were placed in strangers’ hands,
To earn our daily bread.
Our living all was fled;
And we were placed in strangers’ hands,
To earn our daily bread.
“My sister could not long support
The hardship of her fate;
She left this miserable world
And sought a happier state.
The hardship of her fate;
She left this miserable world
And sought a happier state.
“Since then I have mourn’d my heavy lot;
Alone, without relief,—
I have no friend to pity me
Or listen to my grief.
Alone, without relief,—
I have no friend to pity me
Or listen to my grief.
“My mistress lives in wealth and ease,
From want and sorrow free;
She never knew what labor was,
Nor can she feel for me.
From want and sorrow free;
She never knew what labor was,
Nor can she feel for me.
“I work from morn till night, and try
To please her all the while,
And think sometimes I’d give the world
Just for one pleasant smile.
To please her all the while,
And think sometimes I’d give the world
Just for one pleasant smile.
“But every day I give offence,
In spite of all my care;
And cruel words from day to day,
It is my lot to bear.”
In spite of all my care;
And cruel words from day to day,
It is my lot to bear.”
MINNIE.
THE INDIAN AND THE PLANTER.
By the door of his house a planter stood,
In fair Virginia’s clime,
When the setting sun had tinged the wood
With its golden hue sublime.
In fair Virginia’s clime,
When the setting sun had tinged the wood
With its golden hue sublime.
The lands of this planter were broadly spread,
He lacked not gold or gear,
And his house had plenty of meat and bread
To make them goodly cheer.
He lacked not gold or gear,
And his house had plenty of meat and bread
To make them goodly cheer.
An Indian came from the forest deep,
A hunter in weary plight,
Who in humble accents asked to sleep
’Neath the planter’s roof that night.
A hunter in weary plight,
Who in humble accents asked to sleep
’Neath the planter’s roof that night.
To the Indian’s need he took no heed,
But forbade his longer stay;
“Then give me,” he said, “but a crust of bread,
And I’ll travel on my way.”
But forbade his longer stay;
“Then give me,” he said, “but a crust of bread,
And I’ll travel on my way.”
In wrath the planter this denied,
Forgetting the golden rule;
“Then give me, for mercy’s sake,” he cried,
“A cup of water cool.
Forgetting the golden rule;
“Then give me, for mercy’s sake,” he cried,
“A cup of water cool.
“All day I have travell’d o’er fen and bog,
In chase of the bounding deer;”
“Away,” cried the planter, “you Indian dog,
For you shall have nothing here.”
In chase of the bounding deer;”
“Away,” cried the planter, “you Indian dog,
For you shall have nothing here.”
The Indian turned to his distant home,
Though hungry and travel sore,
And the planter enter’d his goodly dome,
Nor thought of the Indian more.
Though hungry and travel sore,
And the planter enter’d his goodly dome,
Nor thought of the Indian more.
When the leaves were sere, to chase the deer,
This self same planter went,
And bewildered stood, in a dismal wood,
When the day was fully spent.
This self same planter went,
And bewildered stood, in a dismal wood,
When the day was fully spent.
He had lost his way in the chase that day,
And in vain to find it tried,
When a glimmering light fell on his sight,
From a wigwam close beside.
And in vain to find it tried,
When a glimmering light fell on his sight,
From a wigwam close beside.
He thither ran, and a savage man
Received him as a guest;
He brought him cheer, the flesh of deer,
And gave him of the best.
Received him as a guest;
He brought him cheer, the flesh of deer,
And gave him of the best.
Then kindly spread for the white man’s bed,
His softest skins beside,
And at break of day, through the forest way,
Went forth to be his guide.
His softest skins beside,
And at break of day, through the forest way,
Went forth to be his guide.
At the forest’s verge, did the planter urge,
His service to have paid,
But the savage bold refused his gold,
And thus to the white man said:
His service to have paid,
But the savage bold refused his gold,
And thus to the white man said:
“I came of late to the white man’s gate,
And weary and faint was I,
Yet neither meat, nor water sweet,
Did the Indian’s wants supply.
And weary and faint was I,
Yet neither meat, nor water sweet,
Did the Indian’s wants supply.
“Again should he come to the white man’s home
My service let him pay,
Nor say, again to the fainting man,
You ‘Indian dog, away!’”
My service let him pay,
Nor say, again to the fainting man,
You ‘Indian dog, away!’”
THE INDIAN AND THE BASKET.[7]
Among Rhode Island’s early sons,
Was one whose orchards fair,
By plenteous and well-flavored fruit,
Rewarded all his care.
Was one whose orchards fair,
By plenteous and well-flavored fruit,
Rewarded all his care.
For household use they stored the best,
And all the rest conveyed
To neighboring mill, were ground and press’d,
And into cider made.
And all the rest conveyed
To neighboring mill, were ground and press’d,
And into cider made.
The wandering Indian oft partook
The generous farmer’s cheer;
He liked his food, but better still
His cider fine and clear.
The generous farmer’s cheer;
He liked his food, but better still
His cider fine and clear.
And as he quaff’d the pleasant draught,
The kitchen fire before,
He longed for some to carry home,
And asked for more and more.
The kitchen fire before,
He longed for some to carry home,
And asked for more and more.
The farmer saw a basket new
Beside the Indian bold,
And smiling said, “I’ll give to you
As much as that will hold.”
Beside the Indian bold,
And smiling said, “I’ll give to you
As much as that will hold.”
Both laughed, for how could liquid thing
Within a basket stay;
But yet the jest unanswering,
The Indian went his way,
Within a basket stay;
But yet the jest unanswering,
The Indian went his way,
When next from rest the farmer sprung,
So very cold the morn,
The icicles like diamonds hung
On every spray and thorn.
So very cold the morn,
The icicles like diamonds hung
On every spray and thorn.
The brook that babbled by his door
Was deep, and clear, and strong,
And yet unfettered by the frost,
Leaped merrily along.
Was deep, and clear, and strong,
And yet unfettered by the frost,
Leaped merrily along.
The self-same Indian by this brook.
The astonished farmer sees;
He laid his basket in the stream,
Then hung it up to freeze.
The astonished farmer sees;
He laid his basket in the stream,
Then hung it up to freeze.
And by this process oft renewed,
The basket soon became
A well-glazed vessel, tight and good,
Of most capacious frame.
The basket soon became
A well-glazed vessel, tight and good,
Of most capacious frame.
The door he entered speedily,
And claim’d the promis’d boon,
The farmer, laughing heartily,
Fulfilled his promise soon.
And claim’d the promis’d boon,
The farmer, laughing heartily,
Fulfilled his promise soon.
Up to the basket’s brim he saw
The sparkling cider rise,
And to rejoice his absent squaw,
He bore away the prize.
The sparkling cider rise,
And to rejoice his absent squaw,
He bore away the prize.
Long lived the good man at the farm,—
The house is standing still,
And still leaps merrily along,
The much diminished rill.
The house is standing still,
And still leaps merrily along,
The much diminished rill.
GRANDMAMMA’S STORY.
Oh, tell some tales of ancient times,
Dear grandmamma, again;
When you was young as we are now,
Said little Mary Jane.
Dear grandmamma, again;
When you was young as we are now,
Said little Mary Jane.
She raised her mild blue eyes, and said,
I have a tale to tell,
Which once I read, when I was young,
And now remember well.
I have a tale to tell,
Which once I read, when I was young,
And now remember well.
My mother bought the book for me,
And brought it home one day,
When I had been a naughty girl,
And passionate at play.
And brought it home one day,
When I had been a naughty girl,
And passionate at play.
Although the tale was very sad,
I tell it now, that you
May see what very wicked things,
An angry child may do.
I tell it now, that you
May see what very wicked things,
An angry child may do.
GRANDMAMMA’S STORY OF THE BLIND CHILD.
Some ladies once agreed with me,
To give our little ones a sail;
The day was fine, the summer wind
Just blew a soft and pleasant gale.
To give our little ones a sail;
The day was fine, the summer wind
Just blew a soft and pleasant gale.
We stepped on board a pleasure boat,
With gayest colors painted o’er,
And in the bosom of the stream,
We sweetly sailed along the shore.
With gayest colors painted o’er,
And in the bosom of the stream,
We sweetly sailed along the shore.
Our children could not keep their seats,
But every sportive girl and boy,
With hearts as cheerful as the day,
Did skip about the deck for joy;
But every sportive girl and boy,
With hearts as cheerful as the day,
Did skip about the deck for joy;
Except one pretty little girl,
Who sat alone with downcast eye,
And now and then I saw a tear,
And thought I heard a broken sigh.
Who sat alone with downcast eye,
And now and then I saw a tear,
And thought I heard a broken sigh.
I wondered much that one so young,
Should seem so pensively inclined,
And asked her mother what it meant;
“Alas!” said she, “the child is blind.
Should seem so pensively inclined,
And asked her mother what it meant;
“Alas!” said she, “the child is blind.
“One day, I never shall forget,
She and her brother were at play;
Something she said offended him,
And so they had a childish fray.
She and her brother were at play;
Something she said offended him,
And so they had a childish fray.
“She turned her head and gave a look,
’T was half a smile and half grimace;
His temper rose,—he caught a fork
And threw it in his sister’s face.
’T was half a smile and half grimace;
His temper rose,—he caught a fork
And threw it in his sister’s face.
“It struck her eye, the blood gushed out,
He screamed, and turn’d as pale as death;
Oh, never shall my memory lose
That dreadful scene while I have breath.
He screamed, and turn’d as pale as death;
Oh, never shall my memory lose
That dreadful scene while I have breath.
“For three long, melancholy months,
We kept her in a darkened room,
With a close bandage round her eyes,
Where not a ray of light could come.
We kept her in a darkened room,
With a close bandage round her eyes,
Where not a ray of light could come.
“The doctors tried their utmost skill
To keep her sight, but all in vain;
At length the wounded eyes were healed,
But she will never see again.
To keep her sight, but all in vain;
At length the wounded eyes were healed,
But she will never see again.
“Her brother’s heart is almost broke;
‘Oh, Harriet,’ he often cries,
‘If I was owner of the world,
I’d give it to restore your eyes.
‘Oh, Harriet,’ he often cries,
‘If I was owner of the world,
I’d give it to restore your eyes.
“‘But you will laugh and play no more,
Nor your dear parents’ faces see,
Nor trees, nor fields, nor blooming flowers,
And never will you look on me.
Nor your dear parents’ faces see,
Nor trees, nor fields, nor blooming flowers,
And never will you look on me.
“‘Oh, wrretched, miserable boy!
What has my wicked temper done;
I’ve shut my dear, dear sister’s eyes
Forever from the cheerful sun!’”
What has my wicked temper done;
I’ve shut my dear, dear sister’s eyes
Forever from the cheerful sun!’”
This story, children, made me feel
How very wicked I had been;
To lose my temper when at play,
I felt to be a grievous sin.
How very wicked I had been;
To lose my temper when at play,
I felt to be a grievous sin.
And now, my dears, said grandmamma,
May this sad tale I’ve told to-day
Lead you to guard your hearts with care,
And ne’er be angry when at play.
May this sad tale I’ve told to-day
Lead you to guard your hearts with care,
And ne’er be angry when at play.
BLACKBERRY GIRL.
PART II.
Part I. in “Songs for Little Ones at Home.”