Part 10 (1/2)

”Nay, friend, take it easy,” the pear-tree replied (A lady-like person against the wall-side)

”Man guards, nurtures, trains us froive hiathered,” the apple resu branches, and fluttered and fumed; ”And I'll not drop neither, as some of you drop, Over-ripe: I'm determined to keep my whole crop

”And I with”--O'er his branches just then _sorayish of hue

But it was a Fairy Her voice soft did sound, ”Be the tree that bears apples all the year round”

The Dean to his apple-tree, cah was the fruit-stalk as double-twist rope, And when he had cut it with patience and pain, He bit just one ain

”An apple so tasteless, so juiceless, so hard, Is, sure, good for nought but to bowl in the yard; The choir-boys may have it” But choir-boys soon found It orthless--the tree that bore all the year round

And Gloster lads cli thieves appal, For, clutching the booty for which they did sin, They bit at the apples--and left their teeth in!

And thus all the year froay; But 'twas just outside glitter, for no hand was found To pluck at the fruit which hung all the year round

And so till they rotted, those queer apples hung, The bare boughs and blosso And in Gloster city it still may be found-- The tree that bears apples all the year round

FOOTNOTE:

[A] This tree, known aer” or ”Forbidden Fruit,” was planted by Dean Tucker in 1760 It, or an off shoot from it, still exists in the city of Gloucester

THE JEALOUS BOY

WHAT, my little foolish Ned, Think you rown unkind, And she will not turn her head, Cannot see, for all her joy, Her poor jealous little boy?

What though sister be the pet-- Laughs, and leaps, and clings, and loves, With her eyes as soft as dove's-- Why should yours with tears be wet?

Why such angry tears let fall?

Mother's heart has room for all

Mother's heart is very wide, And its doors all open stand: Lightest touch of tiniest hand She will never put aside

Why her happiness destroy, Foolish, naughty, jealous boy?

Coh, and dance, and sing, Full of love to everything; As God loves us, day and night, And _forgives_ us Coives her boy

THE STORY OF THE BIRKENHEAD

TOLD TO TWO CHILDREN

AND so you want a fairy tale, My little maidens twain?