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H ow   one  o f  God's  blessings  might  cheer  us  when  some  day  I  p Y ap s
                           should  be  rich— -
                  But  all  of  m y  dreams  have  been  shattered  while  I  lay  there  asleep  at
                           the  switch.


                  1  fancied  I  stood on  iny  tria l;  the  ju ry  and  judge  I  could  see,
                  A nd  every  eye in  the  court-room  was  steadfastly  fixed,  upon  m e ;
                  A n d   fingers  were  pointed  in  scorn,  till  I  felt  m y  face  blushing  blood-
                           rcd,
                  A n d   the next thing  I  heard were  the  words,  “ H ung  by  the  ncck until
                           dead.”
                  Then  I  felt  m yself  pulled  once  again,  and  m y  hand  caught  tight  hold
                          of  a  dress,
                  A n d   I  heard,  41 W hat's  the  matter,  dear  Jim?   Y o u 'v e  had  a  bad
                          night-mare,  T  guess."
                  A n d  there  stood  Maggie,  m y  wife,  with  never a sc-ir  from  the ditch—
                  I'd  been  taking  a  nap  in  m y bed,  and  had not been  asleep at the switch.

                                                                              G e o r g  ii  H o z y .



                                                 BRIER-ROSE.


                                                         i.
                  S    A I D   Brier-Rose’s  mother  to  the  naughty Brier-Rose :
                        ■‘ W h at  will  become  of you,  m y child, the  Lord A lm igh ty k n o w s;
                          Y o u   will  not  scrub the kettles,  and you will not touch the broom,
                          You  never  .sit  a  minute  still  at  spinning-wheel  or  loom .”


                  Thus  grumbled  in  the  morning,  and  grumbled  late  at  eve,
                  The  good-wife  as  she  bustled  with  pot  and  tray  and  sieve;
                  But  Brier-Rose  she  laughed,  and  she  cocked  her  dainty  head,
                  " W hy,  I  shall  m an y,  mother,  dear,”  full  merrily  she  said.


                  “ Y o u   marry,  saucy  Brier-Rose!   The  man  he  is  not  found.
                  To  marry  such  a  worthless  wench,  these  seven  leagues  around."
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