T. When a pretty girl's father, one night, 7. Ah! you only can turn it to fun. WILLIAM BARNES. JOHN TALKING ANGRILY OF A NEIGHBOR BEFORE AN ECHO. HO is he? I should like to be told; WHO What is he? I should wish him to show; Why, the Brines' name will stand good for gold, While the Browns are a set that none know. Echo. No, no. No, I'm not ashamed of my place; While he must hang his down for shame. Echo. For shame! Since now he bestrides an old mare, Though his feet once trudged about bare, Echo. I doubt. No, he 's not too safe from a fall: I could very soon make him look small, Echo. Well, do! His pride would have come to an end As I did, and the greater oaf I. Echo. O, fie! I may be a little foreright, Echo. A lie. WILLIAM BARNES, Rural Poems. CHOICE OF TRADES. A DIALOGUE. First Boy. WHEN I'm a man, — a man, — I'll be a farmer, if I can ; I'll plough the ground, and the seed I'll sow; When I'm a man! Second Boy. When I'm a man, I'll be a carpenter, if I can; I'll plane like this, and I'll hammer so! I'll make bird-houses, and sleds, and boats, Third Boy. When I'm a man, A blacksmith I'll be, if I can : Clang, clang, clang, shall my anvil ring, Fourth Boy. When I'm a man, A mason I'll be, if I can; I'll lay a brick this way, and lay one that, Fifth Boy. When I'm a man, I'll be a shoemaker, if I can; I'll sit on a bench, with my last held so, Sixth Boy. When I'm a man, A printer I'll be, if I can ; I'll make pretty books, and perhaps I shall I'll have the first reading: O, won't it be fun Seventh Boy. When I'm a man, A doctor I'll be, if I can; My powders and pills shall be nice and sweet, I'll prescribe for you riding, and sailing, and such, And, above all things, you never must study too much, When I'm a man. Together. When we are men, We hope we shall do great things, and then, Whatever we do, this thing we'll say, We'll do our work in the very best way; LEND A HAND. LEND a hand to one another In the daily toil of life : When we meet a weaker brother, In his turn, be forced to borrow; May become our own to-morrow. Lend a hand to one another. When malicious tongues have thrown Dark suspicion on your brother, Be not prompt to cast a stone. There is none so good but may Run adrift in shame and sorrow; And the good man of to-day May become the bad to-morrow. Lend a hand to one another. In the race for Honor's crown, Should it fall upon your brother, Let not envy tear it down. Lend a hand to all, we pray, In their sunshine or their sorrow; And the prize they've won to-day May become our own to-morrow. |