Keepsake, The

<h2>THE KEEPSAKE.</h2> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_1" id="Page_1"></SPAN></span></p> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>RICHARD AND HIS BROTHER.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Richard, come and play with me,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Underneath the willow tree;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Sitting in its peaceful shade,<br/></span> <span class="i0">We'll sing the song papa has made,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Whilst its drooping branches spread,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Stretching far above our head,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Sweetly tempering the blaze<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of the sun's meridian rays.<br/></span> <span class="i0">There the rose and violet blow,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The lily with her bell of snow,<br/></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_2" id="Page_2"></SPAN></span> <span class="i0">And the richly scented woodbine,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Round about its trunk doth twine;<br/></span> <span class="i0">There the busy bee shall come,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And gather sweets to carry home.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Oh, how happy we shall be,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Underneath the willow tree!<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>SLEEPY MARY.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Mary, raise that sleepy head,<br/></span> <span class="i2">For the lark doth carol high,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the sun has left his bed&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i2">Mary, ope that sleepy eye.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Come, and let me wash you clean,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Brush your hair and tie your frock;<br/></span> <span class="i0">There's your sister Geraldine,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Waiting at the mossy rock.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: mary1"> <tr><td align='right'><small><i>to face pa. 2</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0008-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="710" alt="Sleepy Mary" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Sleepy Mary</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_3" id="Page_3"></SPAN></span></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Hark! the little chicken's cries,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Loudly call for Mary's care,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But if the sluggard will not rise,<br/></span> <span class="i2">George their breakfast shall prepare.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Who shall get the fresh-laid egg,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To place beside her father's cup?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Who shall pour the tea, I beg,<br/></span> <span class="i2">If my Mary is not up?<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>MARY'S LESSON.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Come, little Mary, come to me,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And say your lesson on my knee,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Your book is there, the pointer in it,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All ready to begin this minute.<br/></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_4" id="Page_4"></SPAN></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">What! pout your lip, and scream and cry,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And say, "I won't, I can't:"&mdash;Oh fie!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then go, and in that corner stay,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till sobs and tears have pass'd away;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till you can come with voice more mild,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And say, "Mamma, forgive your child."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i2">What little girl is this, whose eyes<br/></span> <span class="i0">Smile through her tears, while thus she cries?<br/></span> <span class="i0">"My dear mamma, I love you, pray<br/></span> <span class="i0">Forgive your child, and let me say<br/></span> <span class="i0">My lesson, standing at your knee,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then give a kind sweet kiss to me."<br/></span> <span class="i0">It is my Mary! now her look<br/></span> <span class="i0">Is turn'd attentive to her book,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And now her lesson she has read,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Her task without a fault has said,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Mamma's best kiss she now has won,<br/></span> <span class="i0">So well her lessons she has done:<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: mary2"> <tr><td align='left'><small><i>to face pa. 5</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0013-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="708" alt="Mary&#39;s Lesson" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Mary&#39;s Lesson</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_5" id="Page_5"></SPAN></span></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">She's happy now, and good and gay,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And joins her sisters at their play;<br/></span> <span class="i0">There on the grass they skip, they sing,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till all the hills and valleys ring.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>EDWARD</h2> <h3>THOUGHT HE KNEW BETTER THAN HIS MAMMA.</h3> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Brightly shines the winter's sun,<br/></span> <span class="i2">O'er mountains clad with snow,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Blithe and gay the youthful throng<br/></span> <span class="i2">Sport in the plains below.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Come," the venturous Edward cries,<br/></span> <span class="i2">"Let's try yon glassy tide;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Upon its smooth and frozen breast<br/></span> <span class="i2">We'll make a glorious slide."<br/></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6"></SPAN></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Oh, stay," his sister Ellen said,<br/></span> <span class="i2">"My dearest Edward, stay!<br/></span> <span class="i0">You know mamma forbade us all<br/></span> <span class="i2">To try the ice to-day."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Hush! foolish Ellen, see how strong,<br/></span> <span class="i2">How firm the ice appears:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Mamma, I'm sure, if she were here,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Would banish all her fears.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"This stone with mighty force I throw,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Nor break, nor crack you see;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then surely I may slide secure,<br/></span> <span class="i2">It will not yield with me."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">He said, and darted o'er the stream,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Then turn'd in triumph round:<br/></span> <span class="i0">"Come, follow me, my comrades brave,<br/></span> <span class="i2">What danger have I found?"<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: Edward"> <tr><td align='right'><small><i>to face pa. 6</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0016-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="689" alt="Edward" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Edward</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_7" id="Page_7"></SPAN></span></p> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In his success exulting now,<br/></span> <span class="i2">He leaps with sudden spring&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">It cracks! it breaks! his cries are vain,<br/></span> <span class="i2">He plunges headlong in!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Who now the hapless boy shall snatch<br/></span> <span class="i2">From a cold wat'ry grave?&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Poor Ellen flies, with breathless speed,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Her brother's life to save.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">He rises half&mdash;her shawl she flings<br/></span> <span class="i2">Into his eager hand,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then, with her playmate's added strength,<br/></span> <span class="i2">She drags him safe to land.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">With shivering limbs and dripping clothes,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Homeward he pensive turns;<br/></span> <span class="i0">He deeply now, alas! too late,<br/></span> <span class="i2">His disobedience mourns.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">For three long months poor Edward groan'd<br/></span> <span class="i2">Upon a bed of pain;<br/></span> <span class="i0">'Twas three long months before he felt<br/></span> <span class="i2">The breeze of heaven again.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">These three long months did Ellen strive,<br/></span> <span class="i2">By every tender care,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To soften Edward's grief, and soothe<br/></span> <span class="i2">The pain she wish'd to share.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">What joy for both, when he once more<br/></span> <span class="i2">Could join the festive throng!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Yet oft he paus'd amid their sports,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To think if <i>this</i> were wrong.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: Julia"> <tr><td align='left'><small><i>to face pa. 9</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0021-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="711" alt="Impatient Julia" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Impatient Julia</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9"></SPAN></span></p> <h2>IMPATIENT JULIA.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Bring me my breakfast instantly,"<br/></span> <span class="i2">Th' impatient Julia said;<br/></span> <span class="i0">It came&mdash;"'Tis meal, 'tis nasty meal,<br/></span> <span class="i2">When I had order'd bread!"<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">She tastes:&mdash;"Oh, it is burnt," she cried,<br/></span> <span class="i2">"Pray take it all away,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And bring some fresh, and quickly too,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Nor keep me here all day."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Her mother passing near the door,<br/></span> <span class="i2">O'erheard her loud commands,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And entering, met the maid, who held<br/></span> <span class="i2">The breakfast in her hands.</span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10"></SPAN></span><br/><span class="i0">"Julia, what shameful words are those!<br/></span> <span class="i2">What shameful conduct too!<br/></span> <span class="i0">The milk is good, too good for those<br/></span> <span class="i2">Who ask and speak like you.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"From Betty now your breakfast take,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And drink it, if you choose,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And beg that she your haughtiness<br/></span> <span class="i2">And passion will excuse.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"What! silent and perverse become?<br/></span> <span class="i2">Then, Betty, you may go<br/></span> <span class="i0">And give the milk to that poor girl<br/></span> <span class="i2">Who's in the yard below.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"<i>She</i> spins or labours hard all day,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Yet eats the coarsest food;<br/></span> <span class="i0">She's thankful for the smallest gift,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And smiles, because she's good.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">"But you, with that sad pouting lip,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And brow o'erhung with gloom,<br/></span> <span class="i0">May, if you please, from hence retire,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And stay in your own room.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"No breakfast you will have to-day,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Nor need again appear,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Till from your brow you chase that frown,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And from your eye the tear.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Till you can come with cheerful mien,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And pardon ask from me;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then, if you are a better girl,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Forgiven you may be."<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12"></SPAN></span></p> <h2>THE CUCKOO.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Little cuckoo, com'st thou here,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When the blooming spring is near,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To sing thy song and tell thy tale,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To every hill and every vale?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Tell me, is thy distant home<br/></span> <span class="i0">Far across the salt sea foam?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Or hast thou, hidden from the day,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Slept the wintry hours away?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Welcome, cheering bird to me,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where'er thy wintry mansion be,<br/></span> <span class="i0">In the earth, or o'er the main,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Welcome to these fields again!<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: cuckoo"> <tr><td align='right'><small><i>to face pa. 12</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0026-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="713" alt="The Cuckoo" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>The Cuckoo</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: shoes"> <tr><td align='left'><small><i>to face pa. 13</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0029-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="711" alt="Red and Black Shoes" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Red and Black Shoes</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">Short thy visit to this shore,<br/></span> <span class="i0">April and May are quickly o'er;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then, Cuckoo, chaunt thy strain in peace,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For in June thy song shall cease.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>RED SHOES AND BLACK SHOES.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Which must I have, little black shoes or red shoes,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Little thick shoes or thin shoes, which shall be mine?<br/></span> <span class="i0">In winter 'tis wet, and the roads are all dirt,<br/></span> <span class="i2">In summer 'tis dry, and the weather is fine.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then come, little black shoes, 'tis now winter weather,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Your soles are so thick, you will keep me quite dry;<br/></span> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">Not a splash nor a spot can get into my stockings,<br/></span> <span class="i2">So nice and so tight round my ancles you tie.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And you, little red shoes, so slender and thin,<br/></span> <span class="i2">You shall wait in my draw'r till the dirt's gone away;<br/></span> <span class="i0">When I'll walk with mamma when she goes to the farm,<br/></span> <span class="i2">You will never feel heavy through a long summer's day.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then red shoes and black shoes, you both shall be mine,<br/></span> <span class="i2">The one in the dirt I will constantly wear,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The others in summer, when the walks are all dry:<br/></span> <span class="i2">So thick shoes and thin shoes rest quietly here.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15"></SPAN></span></p> <h2>THE GARDENERS.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now the wintry winds are gone,<br/></span> <span class="i0">See how brightly shines the sun;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The violet sweet and primrose pale,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Now adorn the shelter'd vale.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The pilewort rears her joyous head,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To the sunbeam widely spread,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Whilst her little glossy eye<br/></span> <span class="i0">Glows with a deep and yellow dye.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">To the garden we will go,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Take the rake, the spade, the hoe,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Dig the border nice and clean,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And rake till not a weed be seen.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">Then our radish-seed we'll sow,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And mignionette a long, long row;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And ev'ry flowret of the year,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Shall have a place of shelter here.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">In gay profusion they shall spread<br/></span> <span class="i0">O'er each border and each bed,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And when joyous May shall come,<br/></span> <span class="i0">We'll deck the lofty pole at home.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Garlands gay in wreaths we'll twine,<br/></span> <span class="i0">That with brightest colours shine;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And dance around, till setting sun<br/></span> <span class="i0">Proclaims the children's day is done.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: gardeners"> <tr><td align='right'><small><i>to face pa. 16</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0034-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="706" alt="The Gardeners" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>The Gardeners</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17"></SPAN></span></p> <h2>LITTLE GIRL.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Little girl, little girl, where are you going?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Down in the meadow where cowslips are blowing.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Little girl, little girl, what to do there?<br/></span> <span class="i0">To gather a garland to deck my brown hair.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Little girl, little girl, why all alone?<br/></span> <span class="i0">My mother has sent me, and playmates I've none.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then follow me, follow me, down to yon wood,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where you shall find playmates both gentle and good;<br/></span> <span class="i0">We'll ask them, we'll ask them to join in your play,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And your mother shall give you a long holiday.<br/></span> <span class="i0">From Erin, from Erin, the cotter shall bring,<br/></span> <span class="i0">To twine a gay garland, her shamrock of spring;<br/></span> <span class="i0">In her plaid, in her plaid, Scotia's daughter shall come,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With the thistle that grows on her mountains at home;<br/></span> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">The peasant, the peasant of France shall be there,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And add to the chaplet his lily so fair;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Dark glancing, dark glancing, the daughter of Spain,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With the bloom of her orange shall join the gay train;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And leaving, and leaving his cold northern tides,<br/></span> <span class="i0">A plume from his eagle the Russian provides;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Whilst England, fair England, the wreath shall adorn,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With her rose-bud more bright than the blushes of morn.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then carol, then carol the sweet strains of peace,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And never again may her harmony cease;<br/></span> <span class="i0">May the dreams, may the dreams of ambition be o'er,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the falchion of war be at rest evermore.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: little girl"> <tr><td align='left'><small><i>to face pa. 19</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0039-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="699" alt="Little Girl" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>Little Girl</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19"></SPAN></span></p> <h2>THE BLIND BOY.</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Mamma, what a pretty new basket you've got,"<br/></span> <span class="i2">Little Emma exclaim'd with delight;<br/></span> <span class="i0">"The straw-work below is so firm and so neat,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And the bag such a beautiful white."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"I am glad you approve it, my love: I myself<br/></span> <span class="i2">Think it pretty and neat, I confess;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And when I have told you by whom it was made,<br/></span> <span class="i2">You will not, I think, like it the less.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"You remember, no doubt, that blind boy on the green,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Whose father and mother both died,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And left him in poverty, sickness, and grief,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Without a protector or guide.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">"A kind and rich lady, who heard his sad case,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Restor'd him to life by her aid,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Then plac'd him secure in the house for the blind,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And all the expences defray'd.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"There they taught him these beautiful baskets to make,<br/></span> <span class="i2">With straw-work of every kind;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And now he's employ'd, and his living can earn,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And is useful and happy, though blind."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"And may I believe it," cried Emma, "that Jem,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Who so helpless and poor us'd to be,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Has made this nice basket without any help,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And as neatly as if he could see?"<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"As you doubt poor Jem's powers," her mother replied,<br/></span> <span class="i2">"What I've said to be true I must prove;<br/></span> <span class="i0">So finish your work, get your bonnet and coat,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And quickly come to me, my love."<br/></span></div> </div> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustration: blind boy"> <tr><td align='right'><small><i>to face pa. 20</i></small></td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/illus-0042-1.jpg" width-obs="450" height-obs="713" alt="The Blind Boy" title="" /></div> </td></tr> <tr><td align='center'><i><big><b>The Blind Boy</b></big></i></td></tr> </table></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21"></SPAN></span><span class="i0">Her work was soon finish'd, her books all laid by,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Her coat and her bonnet put on,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And joyfully taking mamma's ready hand,<br/></span> <span class="i2">To the school for the blind she is gone.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">With delight and amazement there Emma beheld<br/></span> <span class="i2">Poor Jem at his daily employ;<br/></span> <span class="i0">As he platted his basket, he sung to his work,<br/></span> <span class="i2">And smil'd with contentment and joy.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Ah, mamma," exclaim'd Emma, as home they return'd,<br/></span> <span class="i2">"Ev'ry penny you give me I'll save;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Neither gingerbread, comfit, nor nut will I buy,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Till a basket of Jem's I can have."<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22"></SPAN></span></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />