THE HAPPIEST LAND. HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. THERE sat one day in quiet, The landlord's daughter filled their cups, Then sat they all so calm and still, But, when the maid departed, A Swabian raised his hand, And cried, all hot and flushed with wine, "Long live the Swabian land! "The greatest kingdom upon earth "Ha!" cried a Saxon, laughing, And dashed his beard with wine; "I had rather live in Lapland, Than that Swabian land of thine! "The goodliest land on all this earth It is the Saxon land! There have I as many maidens As fingers on this hand!" "Hold your tongues! both Swabian and Saxon!" A bold Bohemian cries: "If there's a heaven upon this earth. In Bohemia it lies. "There the tailor blows the flute, And then the landlord's daughter THE CHILD-MUSICIAN. AUSTIN DOBSON. He had played for his lordship's levee, And the face grew peaked and eerie, He shall rest, for at least to-night!' But at dawn, when the birds were waking, With the sound of a strained cord breaking, 'Twas the string of his violoncello, And they heard him stir in his bed: "Make room for a tired little fellow, Kind God!" was the last he said. KITTY. MARION DOUGLAS. ALAS! little Kitty - do give her your pity— They looked like the speckled Wild-lilies, which down in the meadow-lands grew. If her eyes had been black, if she'd only had curls, She had been, so she thought, the most happy of girls. Her cousins around her, they pouted and fretted, Not sharing their beauty, Was always neglected and never caressed. All in vain, so she thought, was she loving and true, While her hair was bright red, and her eyes were dull blue. But one day, alone 'mid the clover-blooms sitting, She heard a strange sound, as of wings round her flit ting; A light not of sunbeams, a fragrance more sweet Than the wind's, blowing over The red-blossomed clover, Made her thrill with delight from her head to her feet; And a voice, sweet and rare, whispered low in the air, "See that beautiful, beautiful child sitting there!" Thrice blessed little Kitty! She almost looked pretty! O juvenile charmers! with shoulders of snow, Forms made for caresses, There's one thing, my beauties, 'tis well you should know: Though the world is in love with bright eyes and soft hair, It is only good children the angels call fair! WOODEN LEGS. ANONYMOUS. Two children sat in the twilight, Murmuring soft and low; With my boat ahoy! yo ho! For sailors are most loved of all And tears of grief or gladness fall But the other child said sadly, Then he said, "I'll be a soldier, And I'll come home with a wooden leg, As heroes have often done." She screams at that, and prays and begs, He answered her rather proudly, If I must not have a wooden leg How could the queen sleep sound at night, If English boys refused to fight |