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And  in  your heart be  thankful
                                          You  can  walk  upon  your  feet ?


                                       And  suppose  the world  don't  please  you,
                                         Nor  the  way  some  people  do,—
                                       Do  you think,  the  whole  creation
                                         Will  be  altered just  for  you?
                                       And  isn’t  it,  my  boy  or  girl,
                                         The  wisest,  bravest  plan,
                                       Whatever comes,  or  doesn’t  come,
                                         To  do  the best  you  can ?
                                                                               P eic eee  C arilV.




                                               THE  SPECKLED  HEN.
                               D    E A R   Brother  Ben  I  take  my pen
                                      To  tell  you  where,  and  how,  and  when,
                                      T  found  the  nest  of  our  speckled  hen.
                               She  never  would  lay  in  a sensible  way,
                               IJke  other  hens,  in  the  barn  on  the  hay;
                               But  here  and  there  and  everywhere,
                               On  the  stable  floor,  and the  wood-house  stair.
                               And  once,  on  the ground her  eggs  I  found.


                               Kut yesterday  T  ran  away,
                               With  mother’s  leave,  in  the barn  to  play.
                               The  sun  shone  bright  on  the  seedy  floor,
                               And  the  doves  so  white  were  a  pretty  sight
                               As  they  walked  in  and  out  of  the  open  door,
                               With  their  little  red  feet  and  feathers  neat,
                               Cooing and  cooing more  and  more.
                               Well,  I  went  out.  to  look  about
                               On  the platform wide,  where,  side by  side,
                               I  could  see  the pig-pens  in  their  pride;
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