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TO THE MOON.

O, sister, arise,

O, sister, be wise,

The sun cries out shame as he goes through the skies.

TO THE MOON.

Written by a little Boy, on his Writing-Master saying that he and the rest of his Pupils should remain at their Tasks till Moonlight, as a Punishment for Idleness.

MOON, O moon! O yellow moon!
Hasten up the mountain soon;
Peep from out the cloudy sky,
O'er the mountain wild and high.

For our writing-master said,
Till the moon her beams had shed,
We should at our ciphering stay,
For our idleness all day.

Moon, O moon! O yellow moon!
Hasten up the mountain soon:
Never was your cheering light
So much wish'd as on this night.

Harriet, give another glance,
Edward, is there any chance?

Lucy, see that watery cloud :

"Come back!" calls out a voice so loud!

"Twas the master! dreadful man!

In his hand a slim ratan

Wav'd to and fro: while many a look

Was settled on the ciphering book.

"Take five from eighteen-don't you hear; Come back, Miss Henrietta dear, You are the best of all the group,

Hold up your head, you must not stoop."

At length the wish'd-for moon was seen
Beaming o'er the forest green;
Now it reach'd the mountain's height,
Now it cheer'd the gloomy night.

Now it lit the stream; and now
The master stern, with gloomy brow,
Took leave, then bent his stately way
Home by St. Bernard's Abbey grey.

THE ABBEY OF CLOMINES.

I NEVER saw so sweet a scene
As by the wood of Norman green,

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THE ABBEY OF CLOMINES.

Where yon dark row of leafy pines
Shelters the Abbey of Clomines.

And by this abbey's tottering walls
A little streamlet gently falls,

Runs down the field, then turns and winds
Round the old Abbey of Clomines.

"O dear, how nice my little boat
Down on this pretty stream would float!
And then if I had Tom Divine's
Long fishing-rod just by Clomines!

"I know he is a cross old man :
But then, as mildly as I can,
I'll ask him for his fishing-lines,
To fish the stream of old Clomines.

"O, dear mamma, do let me go;
The rain is o'er; now don't say no:
And see, the sun so brightly shines
On the old Abbey of Clomines."

Mamma gave leave; so did papa:
"O, thank you, dear papa! mamma!"
Away-all pleasure he resigns,
Just for a scamper to Clomines.

TOL DE ROL.

TOL de rol, trip away, tol de rol, tol de rol,
We'll call in old Peter, and dress up old Moll,
And we'll trip it away,

With our tol de rol tol.

Hands across-back again-set, now corners and

sides;

O dear, how we'll laugh at our comical strides ! And old Peter, hobbling, and shouldering his staff; Ha, ha! O, no wonder indeed we should laugh!

Tol de rol, trip away, tol de rol, tol de rol,
We'll call in old Peter, and dress up old Moll,
And we'll trip it away,

With our tol de rol tol.

Old Peter will play on the jew's-harp a tune,
And gaily we'll dance by the light of the moon;
We'll begin with a jig, then dance round in a ring,
O dear, how we'll trip it, and caper and sing.

Tol de rol, trip away, tol de rol, tol de rol,
We'll call in old Peter, and dress up old Moll,
And we'll trip it away,

With our tol de rol tol.

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THE LITTLE BOAT.

"I'm shock'd!" says mamma: pray, what's this

I hear?

Such freedom with servants!-O), never, my dear: Leave Peter and Molly to dance by themselves, And come to your books, you nonsensical elves."

THE LITTLE BOAT.

FLOATING down the little stream
By the mild sunsetting beam,
Did you see my little boat?
Henry, did you see it float?

Did you see its pretty sail
Fluttering in the evening gale?
Did you see its polish'd oar
Rowing towards the sedgy shore?

O papa! come here! come here!
O make haste, Maria dear!
O mamma, mamma! quick! quick!
O what keeps you, Uncle Dick?

See the stern, and see the prow!

See, papa! look now! look now!

See, Maria! here, look! look!

Your hand! your hand! quick! leap the brook!