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Alders loved it, and seemed to keep 



Patient watch as it lay asleep, 

 Mirroring clearly the trees and sky, 

 And the flitting form of the dragon fly, 



Save where the swift-winged swallow played 



In and out in the sun and shade, 

 And darting and circling in merry chase, 

 Dipped and dimpled its clear, dark face. 



Fluttering lightly from brink to brink, 

 Followed the garrulous bobolink, 



Rallying loudly with mirthful din, 



The pair who lingered unseen within. 

 And when from the friendly bridge at last 

 Into the road beyond they passed, 



Again beside them the tempter went, 



Keeping the thread of his argument 

 "Kiss her! kiss her ! chink-a-chee-chee ! 

 I'll not mention it ' Don't mind me ! 



I'll be sentinel I can see 



All around from this tall birch tree ! " 

 But ah ! they noted nor deemed it strange 

 III his rollicking chorus a trifling change : 



" Do it ! do it ! " with might and main 

 Warbled the tell-tale "kiss her again! " 

 The Aldine. 



TWO LITTLE ROSES. 



ONE mem- summer day They stole along my fence ; 



Two roses were at play ; They clambered up my wall ; 



All at once they took a notion They climbed into my window 



They would like to run away ! To make a morning ca*ll ! 

 Queer little roses ; Queer little roses ; 



Funny little roses, Funny little roses, 



To want to run away ! To make a morning call ! 

 St. Nicholas, 1888. JULIA P. BALLARD. 



"Our ships were British oak, 

 And hearts of oak our men." 



S. J. ARNOLD'S Death of Nelson. 



