She wrung her claws, poor thing! A lark arm in arm with a thrush, She felt them snicker and sneer; She thought this life was too long, And wished she could skip a year. "Oh, Nightingale," cooed a dove"Oh, Nightingale, what's the use? You bird of beauty and love, Why behave like a goose? Don't skulk away from our sight, Like common, contemptible fowl; You bird of joy and delight, 66 Why behave like an owl? Only think of all you have done, From such a bird as you. Lift up your proud little crest, Open your musical beak; Other birds have to do their best You need only to speak." The nightingale shyly took Her head from under her wing, Straightway began to sing. The nightingale did not care; And there she fixed her eyes. She knew but little about; BALLADE OF BLUE CHINA. ANDREW LANG. THERE'S a joy without canker or cark; These dragons (their tails, you remark, Did these lie in wait for his crew? They snorted, they snapped, and they slew, They were mighty of fin and of fang, And their portraits Celestials drew In the reign of the Emperor Hwang. Here's a pot, with a cot in a park, In a park where the peach-blossoms blew, Where the lovers eloped in the dark, And died, and were changed into two Bright birds, that eternally flew Through the boughs of the May, as they sang; 'Tis a tale was undoubtedly true In the reign of the Emperor Hwang. Envoy. Come, snarl at my ecstasies, do, Kind critic, your tongue has no fang; But a sage never minded a shrew, In the days of the Emperor Hwang. PADDY BLAKE'S ECHO. SAMUEL Lover. IN the gap of Dunlo There's an echo, or so, And some of them echoes is very surprisin'; You'll think, in a stave, That I mane to desave, For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in. In that hill forminst you There's an echo as plain and as safe as the Bank, too; But civilly spake "How d'ye do, Paddy Blake?" The echo politely says, "Very well, thank you!" To hear from the echo such wondherful talk, sir; Was conthrairy that day, Or perhaps Paddy Blake had gone out for a walk, sir; So Ted says to Kate, "'Tis too hard to be bate By that deaf and dumb baste of an echo, so lazy, At each other, no doubt, We'll make up an echo between us, my daisy!" "Now, Kitty," says Teddy, “To answer be ready." “Oh, very well, thank you!" cried out Kitty then, sir; "Would you like to wed, Kitty darlin'?" says Ted. "Oh, very well, thank you!" says Kitty again, sir. 66 D'ye like me?" says Teddy; And Kitty, quite ready, Cried, "Very well, thank you!" with laughter beguiling. Than pay Now won't you confess, Teddy could not do less his respects to the lips that were smiling? Oh, dear Paddy Blake, May you never forsake Those hills that return us such echoes endearing! The sweet echoes like Kate, No faithfulness doubting, no treachery fearing! Like frolicsome Teddy, Be earnest in loving, though given to joking; May all true lovers find Sweet echoes to answer from hearts they're invoking! ROAST PIG. CHARLES LAMB. EXTRAct. Of all the delicacies in the whole world of eatables, I will maintain Roast Pig to be the most delicate. - I speak not of your grown porkers — things between pig and pork those hobbydehoys-but a young and tender suckling-under a moon old-guiltless as yet of the sty—with no original speck of the amor immunditiæ, the hereditary failing of the first parent, yet manifest his voice as yet not broken, but something |