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“ How many are you then," said I,
“ 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 !"
ANECDOTE for FATHERS,
Shewing how the pra&tice of Lying may be taught.
I have a boy of five years old,
One morn we strolld on our dry walk,
My thoughts on former pleasures ran:;.
A day it was when I could bear
My boy was by my side, so slim
And oftentimes I talked to him.
In very idleness.
young lambs ran a pretty race; The morning sun shone bright and warm ;“ Kilve," said.I, “ was a pleasant place, “ And so is. Liswyn farm.
"My little boy, which like you more,"
" And tell me, had you rather be,”
In careless mood he looked at me,
“ Now, little Edward, say why so ;
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 “ For Kilve by the green sea."
At this, my boy hung down his head,
His head he raised there was in sight,
Then did the boy his tongue unlock,