human
Can you continue this poem for me?
  Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1849, by
in the Clerk's Office of
A Letter from Santa Claus,
The School-Teacher's Song,
Letter from the West,
Scraps about Dogs,
A Letter from a little Girl to a Sick School-mate,
A Story told under the Great Elm Tree,
Scraps from a Journal, picked up in a gale of Wind,
A Parody on the Mower's Song,
Letter from a Little Girl to an Absent School-mate,
Sketches from a Fireside Journal,
As I have always been in the habit of meeting with you on this
occupations, but so it is.
This scholar will have an increase of memory, and thus avoid the
"There is a young girl sitting by a window, looking at her Canary
beautiful saved her from contamination."
affection, and to her proper rank in society."
No cat ever disturbed little mousey's retreat, but alas, one cold
Come away girls, to labor,
Brightly glows the young day;
Come away, every young neighbor,
To the school-room away.
The clear echo ringing,
Is heard on the lawn,
While the school-girl is singing
Her joys in the morn.
In the bright glancing school-room,
From tree and from stream,
O'er each rose-tinted cheek-bloom,
How plays the Sun's beam.
Come away, &c.
Come, each happy young maiden,
Your lesson prepare,
With heads freely laden
With Learning's sweet fare.
Come away, &c.
Then the blithe ones come bounding,
Aroused by the call,
And their voices resounding
Good lessons from all.
Come away, &c.
assistant
Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
  Hark! the scholars now wending,
The street-side along,
Are cheerily blending
Their shouts and their song.
Come away, &c.
My dear Coz:
Ever Yours, with kisses from all here, I remain,
revolutions. In winter it imparts its generous warmth to roast
On its walls hang various maps, drawings, and pictures, one in
"There's not a leaf within the bower,
There's not a bird upon the tree,
There's not a dew drop on the flower,
But bears the impress, Lord of Thee!
God, thou art good! Each perfumed flower,
The smiling fields, the dark green wood,
The insect fluttering for an hour;
All things proclaim that _God is good_."
Talking of dogs, it may not be amiss to mention one or two other
My dear Annie:
A Happy New Year to you.
Yours ever,
neighbours, though I am sure I know very few of them."
"I hardly think this determination is a Christian one, though I
acknowledge it is very difficult to bear with such disagreeable
There was a little puppy once,
With silken hair and bright black face,
Who, that he might not be a dunce,
Was sent to school to learn apace.
A pint of milk and crust of bread,
Was every day his usual food;
And for his rest a basket bed,
Was made up warm, and nice, and good.
He gambolled, frisked, and frolicked round,
So full of fun the livelong day,
That often did the room resound
With laughter at his tricks and play.
And when he had learned all he could,
To keep him safe from every harm,
They took him from all those he loved,
And now he's living on a farm.
Now large he's grown, and now he's seen,
With fringing tail and drooping ears;
With piercing eye and scent so keen,
"Hunter's" a dog above his peers.
And now for game the field he scours,
Following the huntsman with his gun;
But I know he thinks those school-day hours,
His greatest glee, his grandest fun.
Just before he left, he showed them a new book which he had been
inhabitants of the "Bird's Nest."
My dear Daughter:
Above all, be pleasant and affectionate in your bearing to your
recreation.
The mother just entering, Sarah asks her permission to attend the
_Mother._ "Where is to be, my dear?"
_Sarah._ "Oh, mother, say, can I go?"
_Mother._ "Well, you may, my dear. Good-by, Georgia."
following little occurrence took place.
Distinguished guests were invited, and partook of the ample
refreshments.
With a kiss, I remain
When early morning's ruddy light
Bids man to labor go,
We haste, with faces fresh and bright,
Our early walk to go.
And then at school we next appear,
To pass the hours away,
And all is lively, sprightly here,
Like merry, merry May.
The scholars come in gladsome train,
And skip along the way,
Rejoiced to con their books again,
As flies the happy day.
With jokes, and jests, and lively din,
We eat our recess cheer;
While in the healthful game we join,
With nought to make us fear.
When evening's shades begin to fall,
In study's busy hum,
We willing list to learning's call,
And think of days to come.
We'll fill our heads with ample store,
Our hearts with love are stirred;
And thus, before youth's days are o'er,
For age our armor gird.
And when life's harvest all is done,
We'll give our souls the wing,
And happy spirits all as one,
Make Heaven with music ring.
We scholars--dal de ral dey,
We'll study and then we will play;
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, play!
Hey-day! yes play--hey-day;
We'll study and then we will play.
There was a brown squirrel on a tree,
Hopping about so merrily;
And spying below some children near,
Said, "I wonder what they're doing here?"
Busy they brought both stones and sticks,
And ovens and fires they tried to fix,
Grand parlors too, sprang up beside,
Their greatest work, their greatest pride!
And there were Emma, and Willy, and Molly,
All so bright, and merry, and jolly;
With Charley too, and roguish Dan,
Named for the great New Hampshire man.
Says Bunny, "I'll try if I can see
Anything there, will do for me;"
So slyly he peeped from his high seat,
As they were munching their luncheon treat.
Says Molly to Willy and rosy Ju,
"Here's a piece of cake for both of you;"
And in the sunshine they cosily sat,
Eating and talking childish chat.
But pretty soon their play was o'er,
And each went in at the school-room door;
Then down came Bunny and ate their crumbs,
And then sat coolly wiping his thumbs.
"With your singing,
Pleasure bringing,
Come sweet lovely bird again;
Winter sighing
Off is hieing,
Joy again with you shall reign.
Fruits and berries,
Plums and cherries,
Now shall be your welcome meat;
Come to cheer us,
Do not fear us,
Glad indeed your songs we'll greet.
None shall harm you,
None alarm you,
Sacred be your dear retreat;
Love shall guard you,
Love reward you,
For your music pure and sweet.
Oh how hateful,
How ungrateful,
He who would disturb your rest!
No dear treasure,
Wake your measure,
Softly may you cheer my breast."
irrepressible ebullition of their glee, they each played a tune
A nap and the duties of the toilet followed this delightful
The deepest sympathy prevailed among all her class-mates and
school-companions, during her illness, and many were the pleasant
She was about eleven years old, and had already made considerable
"Sweet flowers upon the Bier,
Bedewed with Nature's tears!
No more her Child, reposing here,
Within her fane appears.
The silent bending skies,
Will weeping vigils keep;
While myriad glistening starry eyes,
Attend her peaceful sleep.
Far, far beyond those skies,
Where dwell the immortal throng,
Strains of a new-born spirit rise,--
Swells the celestial song.
The tides of rapture roll,
The Heaven's eternal rounds,
As if a _union_ there of _souls_
Were mingling in the sounds.
O let us weep; away
From that blest land of peace,
We shall not always lingering stay;
Soon will our yearning cease."
There he saw great Turkey-gobblers, white Geese, China Fowls, and
sufferings, and final sad death away from their country.
Said the duck in sad plight!
Oh! carry me back,
To my sweet country home;
Where there is no lack
Of fresh air and light,
Where I'm not on the rack,
For want of a little room.
Take me from this clack,
Or, struck with a blight,
I shall die, alack!
And that will seal my doom.
_A Duck's Lament._
dominions.
agreeable.
Great was the desire to see the beautiful stranger, and vast the
disobeying their parents, kind and polite to each other, and with
"'Tis a lesson you should heed,
Try, try again;
If at first you don't succeed,
Try, try again;
Then your courage should appear;
For if you will persevere,
You will conquer, never fear,--
Try, try again.
If you find your task is hard,
Try, try again;
Time will bring you your reward,
Try, try again;
All that other folks can do,
Why, with patience, may not you?
Only keep this rule in view,
Try, try again."