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PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



I am sure, there is no one would like to stand, 



To be beat like a dog, mamma ; 

 1 would not have given him a single blow, 



But he struck me ihe first, mamma !" 



" You have seen David Rice ! When a boy like you, 



He was out on the green one day ; 

 When a boy much larger, and stronger than he, 



Just hit him a blow in play. 

 But he never stopped to inquire the cause, 



For his temper began to rise ; 

 So he raised a thistle he held in his hand, 



And struck it across his eyes. 





The boy that David so hastily struck, 



Shrieked aloud in terrible pain ; 

 And the surgeon came to examine his eyes, 



But his skill and care were vain, 

 For the light went out, and the beautiful day 



To him is as dark as the night ; 

 And though David wept like a penitent boy, 



Yet he could not bring back the sight. 



" Now, William, you see that David Rice 



Grew warm at the first attack, 

 And thought, because he struck him first, 



It was right to strike him back. 

 Whene'er you are tempted to quarrel or fight, 



Just think of this terrible woe ; 

 And remember how bitterly David hath mourned 



The result of his answering blow." 



