ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS...
"Why this is strange," said I.
One morn we strolld on our dry walk,
And dearly he loves me.
"Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm
"Than here at Liswyn farm."
I said and took him by the arm--
"And thats the reason why."
His face is fair and fresh to see;
"And so is Liswyn farm.
And held such intermitted talk
And ?ve times did I www.99lib.netsay to him,
My thoughts on former pleasures ran;
My little Edward, tell me why;"
My pleasant home, when spring began,
I have a boy of ?ve years old,
"At Kilves smooth shore by the green sea,
"There surely must some reason be
I could not feel a pain.
A day it was when I could bear
At this, my boy, so fair and slim,
The morning sun shone br九九藏书ight and warm;
"Kilve," said I, "was a pleasant place,
For better lore would seldom yearn,
"Our home by Kilves delightful shore,
And thus to me he made reply;
My boy was by my side, so slim
"For Kilve by the green sea."
To think, and think, and think again;
"And tell me, had you rather be,"
In very idleness.
"For, here 九九藏书网are woods and green-hills warm;
With so much happiness to spare,
His head he raised--there was in sight,
I thought of Kilves delightful shore,
Hung down his head, nor made reply;
Then did the boy his tongue unlock,
"My little boy, which like you more,"
A broad and gilded vane.
And graceful in his rustic dress!
The young lambs ran a pretty race;
Upon the house-to99lib•netp, glittering bright,
"I cannot tell, I do not know,"
"Why? Edward, tell me why?"
"Now, little Edward, say why so;
ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS SHEWING HOW THE ART OF LYING MAY BE TAUGHT.
As we are wont to do.
Could I but teach the hundredth part
Oh dearest, dearest boy! my heart
I said and held him by the arm,
His limbs are cast in beautys九_九_藏_书_网 mould,
Our quiet house all full in view,
And said, "At Kilve Id rather be
"Or here at Liswyn farm?"
Of what from thee I learn.
"Or here at Liswyn farm?"
In careless mood he looked at me,
"At Kilve there was no weather-cock,
And oftentimes I talked to him,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain--
A long, long year before.
While still I held him by the arm,