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And often after sun-set, Sir,
The first that died was little Jane ;
So in the church-yard she was laid ;
And when the ground was white with snow,
How many are you then," said I, “ If they two are in Heaven?" The little Maiden did reply, “O Master! we are seven,"
“ 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,
Showing how the practice of Lying may be taught.
I have a Boy of five years old;
One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk,
As we are wont to do.
My thoughts on former pleasures ran :
A day it was when I could bear
My Boy was by my side, so slim
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,
rather be," I said, and held him by the arm, " At Kilve's smooth shore by the green sea, Or here at Liswyn farm?"
In careless mood he looked at me,
“ Now, little Edward, say why so;
Why, this is strange," said I.