THE WATER WAGTAIL. THE smallest bird that walks am I, You know me by my wagging tail, And my piercing round black eye; Through frost, through snow, through rain or hail, I stay here all the Winter through, And that is more than some birds do. Where water is, there you'll find me, You never see me "hop, hop, hop," As if I wore real patent leather. Right, left, quick march, and I am here. I often peck about a pump, And laugh to see the birds hop round; With both their stiff legs off the ground, We Wagtails oft turn out for drill, “Eyes right, toes out, heels in, my lad,” Is our old drill-sergeant's cry, And if we don't keep time, oh my! Won't he in a passion fly! M MABEL ON MIDSUMMER-DAY. PART I. ARISE, my maiden, Mabel," "Arise, my little maiden, For thou must speed away, "And thou must carry with thee This little flask of wine. "And tell the dear old body For the good man went out yestermorn, "And more than this, poor Amy I fear me, with this fever-pain, "And thou canst help thy grandmother; The table thou canst spread; Canst feed the little dog and bird; "And thou canst fetch the water And thou canst gather from the wood 66 Canst go This is the work, my Mabel, That thou wilt have to do. "But listen now, my Mabel, This is Midsummer-day, When all the fairy people From elf-land come away. "And when thou'rt in the lonesome glen, Keep by the running burn, And do not pluck the strawberry-flower, Nor break the lady-fern. "But think not of the fairy folk, Lest mischief should befall; Think only of the Saviour, And how He loves us all. "Yet keep good heart, my Mabel, "And when into the fir-wood “But fill thy little apron, My child, with earnest speed; "For they are spiteful brownies So be thou careful of this thing, |