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THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN. *
A CHILD'S STORY.
And he himself was tall and thin,
With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, By famous Hanover city ;
And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin, The river Weser, deep and wide,
No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin, Washes its wall on the southern side;
But lips where smiles went out and in-A pleasanter spot you never spied ;
There was no guessing his kith and kin! But, when begins my ditty,
And nobody could enough admire Almost five hundred years ago,
The tall man and his quaint attire: To see the townsfolks suffer so
Quoth one: “It's as my great-grandsire, From vermin, was a pity.
Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone,
“Had walked this way from his painte i tombstone ! Rats! They fought the dogs, and killed the cats
He advanced to the council table : And bit the babies in the cradles,
And, “ Please your honours,” said he, " I'm able, And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
“By means of a secret charm, to draw And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles,
“ All creatures living beneath the sun, Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
“That creep, or swim, or fly, or run, Made nests inside men's Sunday bats,
“ After me so as you never saw ! And even spoiled the women's chats,
“ And I chiefly use my charm By drowning their speaking
“On creatures that do people harm, With shrieking and squeaking
The mole, and toad, and newt, and viper ; In fifty different sharps and flats.
“And people call me the Pied Piper. III.
(And here they noticed round his neck At last the people in a body
A scarf of red and yellow stripe, To the Town Hall came flocking:
To match with his coat of the self same cheque : 'Tis clear," cried they, “our Mayor's a noddy ;
And at the scarl's end hung a pipe; “And as for our Corporation-shocking.
And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying “To tbiuk we buy gowns lined with ermine
As if impatient to be playing “For dolts that can't or won't determine
Upon his pipe, as low it dangled “What's best to rid us of our vermin!
Over his vesture so old-fangled.) “ You hope, because you're old and obese,
“Yet," said he, “poor piper as I am, “To find in the furry civic robe ease ?
“In Tartary, I freed the Cham, "Rouse up, Sirs' Give your brains a racking
“ Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; “To find the remedy we're lacking,
“I eased in Asia the Nizam “Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing !"
“Of a monstrous brood of vampyre-bats ; At this the Mayor and Corporation
“ And, as for what your brain bewilders, Quaked with a mighty consternation.
"If I can rid your town of rats
“Will you give me a thousand guilders ?” Iv.
“One ? fifty-thousand !” was the exclamation Ån hour they sate in council,
Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation. At length the Mayor broke silence ;
VII. “For a guilder I'd my ermine gown sell;
Into the street the Piper stept, “I wish I were a mile hence! “It's easy to bid one rack one's brain
Smiling first a little smile,
As if he knew what magic slept "I'm sure my poor head aches agaia “I've scratched it so, and all in vain.
In his quiet pipe the while;
Then, like a musical adept, “Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!"
To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled,
And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled
Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled ; "Bless us,” cried the Mayor, “what's that?"
And ere three shrill potes the pipe uttered, (With ihe Corporation as he sat,
You heard as if an army muttered;
And the muttering grew to a grumbling;
And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; 1
And out of the houses the rats came tumbling. Save when at noon bis paunch grew mutinous
Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, For a plate of turtle green and glutinous)
Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats, “Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?
Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,
Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,
Families by tens and dozens, “Come in !"- the Mayor cried, looking bigger :
Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives— And in did come, the strangest figure !
Followed the Piper for their lives. His queer long coat from heel to head,
From street to street he piped advancing, Was half of yellow and half of red;
And step for step they followed dancing,
Until they came to the river Weser
Where wateis gushed and fruit-trees grew, Wherein all plunged and perished “May find me pipe to another fashion.”
And flowers put forth a fairer huc, -Save one, who, stout as Julius Cæsar,
And everything was strange and new, Swam across and lived to carry “How ?” cried the Mayor, " d’ye think I'll brook
The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here, (As he the manuscript he cherished)
And their dogs outran our fallow deer, To Rat-land home his commentary,
Being worse treated than a Cook ? “ Insulted by a lazy ribald
And honey-bees had lost their stings, Which was, “ At the few shrill notes of the pipe, “ With idle pipe and vesture piebald ?
And horses were born with eagle's wings; “I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, “You threaten us, fellow ?-do your worst,
And just as I became assured “ And putting apples, wondrous ripe,
"My lame foot would be speedily cured, “Into a cider press's gripe : “Blow your pipe there till you burst!"
“ The music stopped and I stcod still, “And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards,
" And found myself outside the Hill, “And a leaving a-jar of conserve-cupboards, “Once more he stept into the street;
“ Left alone against my will, “And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And to his lips again
“To go now limping as before, “And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks; Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;
" And never hear of that country more !" "And it seemed as if a voice And ere he blew three notes (such sweet
XIV. “(Sweeter by far than by harp or by psaltery Soft notes as yet musician's cunning “Is breathed) called out, Oh rats, rejoice!
Never gave the epraptured air)
Alas, alas, for Hamelin ! “The world is grown to one vast dry-saltery ! There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling
There came into many a burgher's pate “So munch on, crunch on, take your muncheon,
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, A text which says, that Heaven's Gate “Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon ! Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clatter
Opens to the Rich at as easy rate “And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon,
As the needle's eye takes a camel in! “All ready staved, like a great sun shone
Little hands clapping, and little tongues cha:ter- The Mayor sent East, West, North, and South “Glorious scarce an inch before me,
To offer the Piper by word of mouth, “Just as methought it said, Come, bore me! - And like fowls in a farm yard when barley is
Wherever it was men's lot to find him, “I found the Weser rolling o'er me."
Silver and gold to his heart's content,
If he'd only return the way he went,
And bring the children behind him.
But when they saw t’was a lost endeavour,
And Piper and dancers were gone for ever, “Poke out the nests and block up the holes ! Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after
They made a decree that lawyers never “Consult with carpenters and builders, The wonderful music with shouting and laughter. Should think their records dated duly
If, after the day of the month, and year, “ And leave in our town not even a trace
These words did not as well appear“Of the rats !”—when suddenly up the face
The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood "And so long after what happened here
As if they were changed into blocks of wood, “On the Twenty-second of July,
“Thirteen hundred and Seventy six:"
And the better in memory to fix
The place of the Children's last retreat,
They called it the Pied Pipers' Street,
Where anyone playing on pipe or tabor
Was sure for the future to lose his labour.
To shock with mirth a street so solemn; Their cellar's biggest butt with Rhenish.
Right in the way of their sons and daughters ! But opposite the place of the cavern
They wrote the story on a column,
And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, And on the Great Church Window painted " Beside," quoth the Mayor, with a knowing wink, And after him the children pressed ;
The same, to make the world acquainted “ Our business was done at the river's brink; Great was the joy in every breast.
How their children were stolen away ; “We saw with our eyes the vermin sink, “He never can cross that mighty top !
And there it stands to this very day, “ And what's dead can't come to life, I think. - He's forced to let the piping drop,
And I must not omit to say “So, friend, we're not the folks to shrink “And we shall see our children stop !"
That in Transylvania there's a tribe “From the duty of giving you something for When, lo! as they reached the mountain's side, Of alien people that ascribe drink, A wondrous portal opened wide,
The outlandish ways and dress " And a matter of money to put in your poke; As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed ;
On which their neighbours lay such stress, “But, as for the guilders, what we spoke, And the Piper advanced and the children fol- To their fathers and mothers having risen “Of them, as you very well know, was in joke.
Out of some subterraneous prison “Beside, our losses have made us thrifty ; And when all were in to the very last,
Into which they were trepanned
Long time ago in a mighty band
Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land, The Piper's face fell, and he cried,
And could not dance the whole of the way; But how or why, they don't understand. “No trifling! I can't wait, beside !
Aud in after years, if you would blame “ I've promised to visit by dinner time
His sadness, he was used to say,“Bagdat, and accept the prime
“It's dull in our town since my playmates left! So, Willy, let you and me be wipers “Of the Head Cook's potage, all he's rich in, "I can't forget that I'm bereft
Of scores out with all men-especially pipers : “For having left, in the Caliph's kitchen, “Of all the pleasant sights they see
And, whether they pipe us free from rats or from “Of a nest of scorpions no survivor — “Which the Piper also promised me;
mice, “ With him I proved no bargain-driver,
"For he led us, he said, to a joyous land, If we've promised them aught, let us keep our “ With you, don't think I'll bate a stiver ! Joining the town and just at hand,
sweet a fragrance as any other flower. And, therefore, it is esteemed
and looked for no less; and every one rejoices at finding it.”. A PARABLE.
“ How nice it is," cried Maria, “that Nature gives this pretty LITTLE MARIA was walking one morning with her father and modest flower so early." mother in the fields, and said, “Why do people love the violet so “She would thereby teach children," answered the mother, dearly? They sing its praises in many beautiful songs; and as soon, smiling, “ that the good and the beautiful must bloom in them at an as it blooms every one looks for it, and is glad when he finds one.”
early age, that it may some day bring forth good fruit." Thus spoke Maria to her mother.
“And,” said the father, “by offering his first beautiful gift so “My child,” answered her mother, “it is the first gift of Spring modestly, Spring makes us expect that he has yet many fair and after the cold Winter. We enjoy the good and the beautiful most noble gifts to dispense ; for only where modesty and humility prevail after having missed it for a long time.”
the good and the great can prosper." “And we receive it with more thankfulness," said the father, Now Maria found by the wayside, under the briars, a full-blown " because Spring gives the flower so early and so quickly. Whoever violet ; but a heavy dewdrop sparkled in the blue calyx of the flower, does good quickly proves that he does it willingly, and increases the bending it to the ground with its weight. gratitude of the receiver, and gratitude sanctifies joy."
The little maiden stood looking at the flower, and said, “ The " Is not the violet called the flower of modesty ?" asked Maria. heavy dewdrop will spoil the violet and bend it quite to the dust."
“It deserves that name," answered her mother, “ for it grows in "Oh, no, Maria," replied her mother, “the bright drop glistens concealment, a lowly plant; yet it blooms as prettily and sheds as like a pearl in the beautiful flower. Soon the sun will warm and
dissolve the dewdrop, and then the violet will rise more beautiful and fragrant than before; for the dew of heaven nourishes and refreshes the flower."
" It grows beneath the briars," said the father, “but they do it no harm; they protect the delicate violet from the cold blast of night and the stormy winds ; for it is a darling of heavenly love."
Then Maria looked at the flower and said, “Then I will not pick the violet before it has been refreshed and strengthened by the dewdrop."
" How easily childlike simplicity can see and appreciate the hearenly in the beauties of earth," said the mother to the father.
"Because simplicity itself is not far from heaven!” answered the father.
smaller and smaller, till at last he was no bigger than his own thumb. “Now you can borrow the tin soldier's clothes; I think they will just fit you ; and it looks so grand to wear a uniform when you are in company."
“Ah! yes," said Edward ; and in another moment he was dressed like the prettiest little tin-soldier or volunteer.
“Will you have the goodness to sit down in your mother's thimble ?” said the little mouse. “In that case, I shall have the honour of dragging you."
“ What! will you indeed take so much trouble ?" said Edward ; and away they went to the mouse's wedding.
They tirst came to a long passage, under the floor, which was just high enough for the thimble to be drawn along through it, and it was illuminated with lighted tinder throughout.
" Is there not a pleasant smell here ?" said the mouse who was dragging the thimble. “ The whole passage is covered with rind of bacon ; there is nothing more delightful!"
They now entered the bridal apartment; the lady mice stood on the right hand side, whispering together, seemingly very merry; on the left side stood the gentlemen mice, who were all stroking their whiskers with their paws. In the middle of the room the bride and bridegroom were seen, standing in the scooped-out rind of a cheese, and kissing each other incessantly, before the eyes of all the company. They were already betrothed, and were to be married immediately. Strangers were arriving every moment ; the mice almost trod each other to death, and the bridal pair had placed themselves just in the middle of the door-way, so that one could neither get out nor in. The whole room was like the passage, covered with the rind of bacon ; this was all the entertainment given ; for dessert, however, a pea was exhibited, in which a little mouse belonging to the family had carved the initials of the married couple with his teeth. Was not this an exquisite idea ?
All the mice agreed that the wedding had been extremely genteel, and the conversation delightful.
So now Edward returned home; he had certainly been in most distinguished company, but still he felt as though he had rather demeaned himself by becoming so small, and wearing the uniform of one of his own tin-soldiers.
THE SWEET NIGHTINGALE. “My sweetheart, come along!
Don't you hear the fond song, The sweet notes of the nightingale flow?
Don't you hear the fond tale
Of the sweet nightingale,
So be not afraid
To walk in the shade,
For I'll carry your pail
You shall hear the fond tale
Of the sweet nightingale,
But she was afraid
To walk in the shade,
· Pray let me alone,
I have hands of my own ; Along with you I will not go,
To hear the fond tale
Of the sweet nightingale,
For I am afraid
To walk in the shade,
With me on the ground
You shall hear the fond tale
Of the sweet nightingale,
So be not afraid
To walk in the shade,
This couple agreed;
They were married with speed, And soon to the church they did go.
She was no more afraid
For to walk in the shade, Nor yet in those valleys below;
Nor to hear the fond tale
Of the sweet nightingale,
GONE TO SEA.
Yo! Heave merrily, O!
Yo! Ileave merrily, O!
And the brig swept out with ebbing tide,
Yo! Heave merrily, O!
Yo! Heave merrily, O!
Yo! Ileave merrily, O!
That her men are picked for a fearless crew;
Yo! Heave merrily, 0!
Yo! Heave terribly, 0!
Yo! Heave terribly, O!
While the waters gaped for the staggering craft And down they went to their endless sleep While the storm above them howled and laughed.
Yo! Heave terribly, 0! What one of all that wondering crowd,
Yo! Heave terribly, O!
Yo! Heave terribly, O!
The word he would speak before they died-
Yo! Heave terribly, O!
"Now mind!” said the Dustman, “ do not be afraid, and you shall see a little mouse !" and he held out his hand with the pretty little creature in it. “ She is come to invite you to a wedding: there are two little mice here, who intend, this very night, to enter upon matrimony. They live under the floor of the dining-room; their's must be such a pretty house!”
“But how can I get through the little hole ?" asked Edward. "Let me look to that," said the Dustman.
" I will make you very little !" and he touched Edward with his magic wand, who became
SONG OF THE BELL. When mirth and joy are on the wing-I ring. To call the folks to church in time I chime. When from the body parts the soul-I toll!
stopped with a beating heart, in hopes of hearing the chirpings of my beloved family, but all was silence. I then resolved to enter; but what was my consternation when I found that the nest, which my dear mate and I had with so much labour built, and the dear little ones, who were the joy of our lives, where stolen away; nay, I did not know but the tender mother also was taken. I rushed out of the place, distracted with apprehensions for the miseries they might endure; lamenting my weakness, which rendered me inca. pable of rescuing them; I was ready to tear off my own feathers with vexation, but recollecting that my dear mate might in all probability have escaped, I resolved to go in search of her.
“As I was flying along I saw three boys, whose appearance was far from agreeable ; one of them held in his band my nest of young ones, which he eyed with cruel delight, while his companions seemed to share his joy.
" The dear little creatures, insensible of their fate (for they were newly, batched), opened their mouths expecting to be fed by me or their mother, but all in vain; to have attempted feeding them at this time would have been inevitable destruction to myself; but I resolved to follow the barbarians, that I might at least see to what place my darlings were consigned.
“In a short time the party arrived at a house, and he who before
held the nest now committed it to ihe care of another, but JOE, THE GARDENER, BRINGING NEWS OF THE BIRD'S-NEST TO MISS soon returned with a kind of victuals I was totally unacquainted
with ; and with this my young ones, when they gaped for food, were
fed ; hunger induced them to swallow it, but soon after, missing the CHAPTER IV.
warmth of their mother, they set up a general cry, which pierced VYY HILST the terrible commotions related in the last chapter my very beart. Immediately after this the nest was carried away,
passed in the nest, the monster, who was no other than and what became of my nestlings afterward I never could discover,
honest Joe, the gardener, went to the house, and inquired though I frequently hovered about the fatal spot of their imprisonfor his young master and mistress, having, as he justly supposed, ment with the hopes of seeing them.” some very pleasing news to tell them. Both the young gentleman
“ Pray," said the ben Redbreast," what became of your mate?" and the young lady very readily attended, thinking he had got assisting my little ones, I pursued my course, and sought her in
" Why, my dear,” said be, "when I found there was no cbance of some fruit or flowers for them. “Well, Joe," said Miss Benson, “what have you to say to us?
every place of our usual resort, but to no purpose : at length I Have you got a peach, or a nectarine ? or have you brought me a
returned to the bush, where I beheld an afflicting sight indetd, my root of sweet-william ?”
beloved companion lying on the ground just expiring! I flew to “No, Miss Harriet,” said Joc,“ but I have something to tell you her instantly, and endeavoured to recall her to life. that will please you as much as though I had.”
“At the sound of my voice she lifted up her languid eyelids, and “What's that? what's that ?" said Frederick.
said, “And you are then safe, my love ; what is become of our little “Why, Master Frederick," said Joe, “a pair of robing have ones ?' In hopes of comforting her, I told her that they were com'd mortal often to one place in the orchard lately; so, thinks I, alive and well ; but she replied, "Your consolations come too late, these birds have got a nest. So I watches, and watches, and at last the blow is struck, I feel my death approacbing. The borror I see'd the old hen fly into a bole in the ivy wall. I had a fancy to which siezed me when I missed my nestlings, and supposed myself set my ladder and look in, but, as master ordered me not to frighten robbed at once of my mate and infants, was too powerful for my the birds, I stayed till the old one flew out again, and then I weak frame to sustain. Oh! why will the human race be so wanmounted, and there I see'd the little creatures full fledged; and, if tonly cruel ?' The agonies of death now came on, and after a few you and Miss Harriet may go with me, I will show them to you, for convulsive pangs, she breathed her last, and left me an unhappy the nest is but a little way from the ground, and you may easily get
widower. up the step-ladder.
"I passed the remainder of the summer, and a drcary winter that Frederick was in raptures, being confident that these were the succeeded it, in a very uncomfortable manner; though the natural identical robins he was so attached to, and, like a little thoughtless boy cheerfulness of my disposition did not leave me long a prey to as he was, he would have gone immediately with the gardener, had unavailing sorrow. I resolved the following spring to seek another not his sister reminded him that it was proper to ask mamma's mate, and had the good fortune to meet with you, whose amiable leave first ; she, therefore told Joe she would let him know when disposition has renewed my happiness. And now, my dear," said she had done so.
he, let me ask you what became of your former companion ?" When the Redbreasts had quieted the fears of their young family,
“Why," replied the hen Redbreast, “soon after the luss of our and fed them, as usual, they retired to a tree, desiring their little nest, as he was endeavouring to discover what was become of it, a nestlings not to be terrified if the monster should look in upon them cruel hawk caught him up and devoured him in an instant." again, as it was very probable he would. They promised to bear the
"I need not say that I felt the bitterest pangs for his loss, it is sight as well as they could.
sufficient to inform you that I led a solitary life till I met with you, When the old ones were seated in the tree, “ It is time," said the whose endearing behaviour has made society again agreeable to me." father, " to take our nestlings abroad. You see, my love, how very timorous they are ; and if we do not use them a little to the world, Alfred the Great to learn Saxon
poems, and to teach them to others; and
ALFRZD THE GREAT.— It was always one of the principal pleasures of they will never be able to shift for themselves." “Very true," replied the mother; "they are now full fledged, and
we have specimens of his own efforts to compose them, in bis translation of therefore, if you please, we will take them out to-morrow; but pre-exercised in this captivating art. It had a powerful effect on Alfreds
the metres of Boetius. The memory of his children was also chiefly pare them for it.” “One of the best preparations," answered her mind : it kindled a desire of being sung and being celebrated himself; it mate," will be to leave them by themselves a little ; therefore, we
created a wish for further knowledge ; and began a taste for intellectual will now take a flight together, and then go back. The mother com- compositions. The Muses have in every age bad these effects. Their lays plied, but she longed to be with her dear family.
have always been found to be the most captivating and most exciting to When they stopped a little, to rest, on a tree, Last year,” said the the young mind. They are the most comprebensible form of lettered hen Redbreast, it was my misfortune to be deprived of my nest intellect; and being, in their rudest state, the effusions of the feelings of lings by some cruel boys, before they were quite fledged, and it is the day, they excite congenial feelings in those who hear and read them. that which makes me so timid now that I do not feel comfortable Poetry is sympathy addressing sympathy; and if its subjects were but when I am away from them.”
worthy of its excellencies, it would lead the human mind to every “A calamity of the same kind befell me," replied the father ;“Ishall attainablo perfection The pleasures in original activity of mind, so never forget it. I bad been taking a flight in the woous in order to interesting and delightful to them. Respecting their minds, cherishing
obvious in children, when wisely addressed, may render their education procure some nice morsels for one of my nestlings: when I returned their wills, and supplying this activity with the means upon which to to the place which I had imprudently built, the first circumstance expend itself, the teacher will find his employment full of instruction ;
the that alarmed me was a part of my nest scattered on the ground just young under his influence will be happy, because he will pursue the at the entrance of my habitation ; I then perceived a large opening course which their nature demands, and their original wants will all be in the wall, where before there was only rooun for myself to pass. Il supplied.--Sharon Turner.
trips over the white sand! how full of sagacity and curiosity the red May, sweet May, again is come,
eye looks wooingly around! and with what yearning she coos from
the foliage of the green bower! Simple and void of melody as the May that frees the land from gloom;
voice of the pigeon is, it still goes to the heart. There lies in Children, children, up and see All her stores of jollity!
the gloomy, long-drawn-out tone something tender, wistful, and
complaining On the laughing hedgerow's side
of the wood-pigeon, which also is sometimes called cow-pigeon, She hath spread her treasures wide ; She is in the greenwood shade,
the following story is related :- In foriner times the pigeon had a Where the nightingale haih made
cow, from which it got butter, milk, and cheese in plenty; and thereEvery branch and every tree
fore the pigeon took great care of the cow, and sought out the best
pastures for her, never leaving her for a moment. But one day Ring with her sweet melody. Hill and dale are May's own treasures;
seeing the magpie flying by with branches and twigs in his bill, the Youths rejoice! In sportive measures
pigeon asked what he was going to do with all that wood, to which Sing ye, join the chorus gay!
the magpie replied, “I am building a nest on yonder oak tree ; it is Hail ibis merry, merry May!
nearly finished; if you like, come with me and look at it.”
So'the pigeon flew off with the magpie, and was greatly surprised Up then, children, we will go,
at the thorny house ; for it was firm and strong, and had moreover a Where the blooming roses grow;
roof, so that the rain could not penetrate. The pigeon said to the In a joyful company
magpie, “ What must I give you, to be taught how to build such a We the opening flowers will see,
cleverly contrived nest ?" Up, your festal dress prepare !
"Give me your cow,” said the magpie," and I will show you." Where gay hearts are meeting, there
The pigeon agreed to the bargain, and then the magpie explained May hath pleasures most inviting,
the art of building a nest, fetched twigs, and laid them out crosswise Heart and sight and ear delighting;
on a forked branch. But the pigeon grew impatient with joy, and Listen to the birds' sweet song
fancied there was no need of seeing the rest. " That will do," she Hark! how soft it floats along.
said ; “I know now how it is to be done." Courtly dames, our pleasures share;
The mag pie was glad to have obtained the cow at so cheap a rate, Never saw I May so fair;
and cried, “Ha, ha, ha! the cow is mine !” and flew away with the Therefore dancing will we go.
cow. But the pigeon, when she wanted to build further, had forYouths rejoice, the flow'rets blow !
gotten how, and was unable to finish her nest; and in spite of all her Sing ye, join the chorus gay !
thinking and trying, she could never remember the way: and this is Hail ibis merry, merry May!
the reason the pigeon, to this very day, builds her nest so carelessly. Our manly youths-where are they now?
She grieved much for her cow, and sits lonesome in the wood, Bid them up and with us go
always crying, “Coo! coo! oh, my cow! coo! coo! oh, my cow! To the sporters on the plain.
if I liad but my cow! coo! coo! coo!" Bid adieu to care and pain,
The pigeon is vain, there is no denying it; and charmingly as this Now, thou pale and wounded lover!
vanity becomes her, yet it is dangerous when the hawk watches her Thou thy peace shall soon recover.
dallyings from the leafy thicket, and pounces upon her while lost in Many a laughing lip and eye
-self-contemplation. Speaks the light heart's gaiety;
Now she Hies upon the roof where the cock-pigeon awaits her, and Lovely flowers around we find
receives her with tender caresses. She cherishes her consort with In the smiling verdure twin'd,
affection, and tends her young with unwearied love. She softens each Richly steeped in May-dews glowing.
grain for them in her maw; and when the timid fledgling quits the Youths rejoice, the flowers are blowing !
dove-cot for the first time, she flutters round it on every side with Sing ye, join the chorus gay!
watchful care. She is often the sacrifice of her love. It is touching Hail this merry, merry May!
to see how, during a fire, this faithful creature will rush through the clouds of smoke and heat, and encircle the pigeon house in de
spairing flights, till at last the flame has seized her pinions, and she THE PIGEON.
reels downward into the blaze. Op all winged creatures the most pleasing is certainly the pigeon. Quick and pleasing to behold is the flight of the pigeon, the With pigeons children like best to play, especially girls, who are swiftest of all birds; and this is its only protection against the hawk. themselves like doves, and every pure mind takes pleasure in them When the bird of prey is soaring above in the clouds, scarce disEven the frigid Romans condescended to amuse themselves with cernable to buman eye, the pigeon has already perceived him; and, these birds, and Pliny gives us accounts of contemporaries who it no hiding-place is to be found, the whole flock arise and career spent large sums upon them. They had veritable pigeon-towers, upwards in close circles. Faster, and still faster, the entangled maze and kept an exact pedigree of their favourites, for a single one of goes round, in order to confuse the marauder. He swoops down and which several hundred denarii would be paid.
misses his prey, for glance and aim have grown uncertain. He makes In Venice, at the present day, thousands of pigeons are fed at the another, and a third attempt, but in vain : there is nothing left him expense of the city. The surprised stranger is pleased to see the but to retreat discomfited. Often it is true, the result is a different one. busy throng of these birds on the Place of St. Mark, and, maybe, to It has been reckoned that the pigeon traverses, in ten minutes, a strew some crumbs for them too.
distance of nine miles ; and, on account of his extraordinary powers The whole life and being of the dove is a pleasing idyll. They are of flight, the bird was employed, even in ancient times, as a messenger chaste, gentle, unsuspecting, full of tender affection, and deserve, of good and evil tidings. above all others, the epithet of “the pious birds.".
The swiftest flight of a carrier pigeon, as many experiments have like doves," it is said in the Bible. Without guile, and free from proved, is sixty miles an hour. The late Bishop of Norwich relates anger, suffering all, even death, and not once uttering a cry of pain ; that fifty-six pigeons were brought over to England, from a district what other animal may be compared to them?
in Holland, wher« especial attention was paid to their breeding, The dove alone, according to the ancients, is destitute of gall; and and at half-past four in the morning were let fly froin London: in a hundred popular rhymes and love songs, as well as in the at noon they were all in their dovecots again; indeed one, a favourite metaphors of the mediæval wandering minstrels, the praise of her cock-pigeon, named Napoleon, cane back by a quarter-past ten. He innocence resounds. And then, too, the dove of Noah, the messen- bad, therefore, performed the distance of more than three hundred ger of
peace ; what a lovely picture, as she flies over the rushing miles at the rate of more than fifty miles an hour, supposing him waters, in her beak the olive-branch of reconciliation, alighting with not to have lost a moment, and to have flown in a straight line. it on the ark, that carries within the young hopes of the earth! The correspondence of lovers is most befitting such a messenger,
Yes, it is a dear and beautiful bird. It courts man's neighbour for the male and female pigeon are always in love. But in our age hood, and is yet free; its plumage is always clean, the colours of railroads and telegraphs this romantic letter-post is passing away. delicate and often lustrous; the splendour of armed squadrons is Where it still exists, it is not Cupid that guides the airy pinions, but compared to the “wings of a dove, covered with silver, and her the Briareus of Industry that drives the carrier-pigeon along. Infeathers with yellow gold” (Psalm 1xviii., 13); every movement is stead of the maiden who sends a greeting to her distant lover, and pretty, and, in its flight, betokening gladness and enjoyment. warms the faithful bird on her palpitating bosom, it is the grand
One wears a coquectish cap, another a wig, or a ruff, or a ribbon; marchand de Paris, who with joyful, sparkling speculator's eyes, this one drums, that one makes a tittering voise, while a third turns announces to a house in Antwerp that “la rente
has risen 2 per topsy-turvy in the air. How daintily yonder little befringed foot cent. The purest poesy has become the most sordid prose.