And sometimes sent my ships in fleets I was the giant great and still And sees before him, dale and plain, ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE. How doth the little busy bee How skilfully she builds her cell; In works of labor or of skill, I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play, ISAAC WATTS. TRY AGAIN. 'Tis a lesson you should heed, If at first you don't succeed, Once or twice though you should fail, If you would at last prevail, If we strive, 't is no disgrace Though we may not win the race; What should you do in that case? If you find your task is hard, Time will bring you your reward, All that other folks can do, With your patience should not you? Only keep this rule in view Try again. ANONYMOUS. GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING. A FAIR little girl sat under a tree Sewing as long as her eyes could see; Then smoothed her work and folded it right, Such a number of rooks came over her head, The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed, She did not say to the sun, Good night!" The tall pink foxglove bowed his head; And, while on her pillow she softly lay, "Good morning, good morning! our work is begun." RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES, LORD HOUGHTON. THE SPIDER AND THE FLY. "WILL you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly; ""T is the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy. The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there." "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again." "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high. Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in! “Oh no, no,” said the little fly, "for I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!" Said the cunning spider to the fly: "Dear friend, what can I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome-will you please to take a slice?" "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "kind sir, that cannot be: I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!" "Sweet creature!" said the spider, "you 're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings; how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf; If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." “I thank you, gentle sir," she said, for what you 're pleased to say, And, bidding you good-morning now, I'll call another day." The spider turned him round about, and went into his den, For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again: So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly, "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple; there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!" Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes and green and purple hue, |