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"How many are you then,'' said I,
"If they two are in Heaven?"
The little Maiden did reply,
"O Master! we are seven."

"But they are dead; those two are dead!
"Their spirits are in heaven!''
Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven I"


Shelving how the practice of Lying may be taught

I have a boy of live years old,
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beauty's mould,
And dearly he loves me.

'One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk,
Our quiet house all full in view,
-And held such intermitted talk
As we are wont to do. . .

My thoughts on former pleasures ran-;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
My pleasant home, when Spring began,
A longj long year before.

A day it was when I could bear
To think, and think, and think again;
With so much happiness to spare,
Iicould not feel a pain.

My boy was by my side, so slim .
And graceful , in his rustic dress!
And oftentimes I talked to him
In very idleness.

The young lambs ran a pretty race;
The morning sun shone bright and warm; -
"Kilve," said.1, "was a pleasant place,
"And so is Liswyn farm.

"My little boy, which'like you more,"
I said and took him by the arm—
"Our home by Kilve's delightful shore,
"Or here at Liswyn farm .f . , .

"And tell me, had you rather be,"

I said and held him by the arm,

"At Kilve's-smooth shore by the green sea,

"Or here at Liswyn farm?

In careless mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, "At Kilve I'd rather be
"Than here at Liswyn farm."

"Now, little Edward, say why so;
My little Edward, tell me why;"
"I cannot tell, I do not know."
"Why this is strange," said I.

"For, here are woods and green hills warm:
"There surely must some reason be
"Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm
f For Kilve by the green sea,"

At this, my boy hung down his head,
He blush'd with shame, nor made reply;
And five times to the child I said,
"Why, Edward, tell me, why V

His head he raised—there was in sight,.
It caught his eye, he saw it plain—
Upon the house-top, glittering bright,
A broad and gilded vane.

Then did the boy his tongue unlock,
And thus to me he made reply;
"At Kilve there was no weather-cock,
"And that's the reason why."

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