St. Nicholas: A Monthly Magazine for Boys and Girls, àÅèÁ·Õè 2,Êèǹ·Õè 1

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˹éÒ 125 - Suppose your task, my little man, Is very hard to get, Will it make it any easier For you to sit and fret? And wouldn't it be wiser Than waiting like a dunce, To go to work in earnest And learn the thing at once? Suppose that some boys have a horse, And some a coach and pair, Will it tire you less while walking To say, "It isn't fair"?
˹éÒ 156 - And then your grace need not make any doubt, But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about.
˹éÒ 214 - JAMES WHITE is extinct, and with him these suppers have long ceased. He carried away with him half the fun of the world when he died — of my world at least.
˹éÒ 214 - ... would deal about the small ale, as if it were wine, naming the brewer, and protesting, if it were not good, he should lose their custom ; with a special recommendation to wipe the lip before drinking. Then we had our toasts—
˹éÒ 214 - ... how he would recommend this slice of white bread, or that piece of kissing-crust, to a tender juvenile, advising them all to have a care of cracking their teeth, which were their best patrimony, — how...
˹éÒ 150 - God bless the master of this house. Likewise the mistress too, And all the little children, That round the table go...
˹éÒ 214 - All these, and fifty other fancies, which were rather felt than comprehended by his guests, would he utter, standing upon tables, and prefacing every sentiment with a " Gentlemen, give me leave to propose so and so...
˹éÒ 191 - THE mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall ; And the baron's retainers were blithe and gay, And keeping their Christmas holiday. The baron beheld with a father's pride His beautiful child, young Lovell's bride; While she with her bright eyes seemed to be The star of the goodly company. "I'm weary of dancing now," she cried; "Here tarry a moment,— I'll hide, I'll hide!
˹éÒ 125 - And would n't it be nicer For you to smile than pout, And so make sunshine in the house When there is none without ? Suppose your task, my little man, Is very hard to get, Will it make it any easier For you to sit and fret ? And...
˹éÒ 27 - Sunday on earth, or Monday in heaven, it is all one to me ! " laughed the wood-cutter. " Then bear your bundle for ever," answered the stranger ; " and as you value not Sunday on earth, yours shall be a perpetual Moon-day in heaven ; and you shall stand for eternity in the moon, a warning to all Sabbath-breakers.

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