Part 15 (2/2)

But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and rando

Slowly and sadly we laid hiory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left hilory

C WOLFE

THE WHISTLE

When I was a boy of seven years old, my friends, on a holiday, filled my pocket with coppers I went directly to a shop where they sold toys for children, and being charmed with the sound of a whistle, that I met by the way in the hands of another boy, I voluntarily offered and gave allall over the house,all the fa the bargain I had iven four tiood things I hed at me so much for ave ave me pleasure

This, however, was afterwards of use toin my mind; so that often, when I was te, I said to ive too rew up, caht I ave too much for the whistle

When I saw any one fond of popularity, constantly e his own affairs and ruining thelect, ”He pays, indeed,” said I, ”too much for his whistle”

If I saw one fond of fine clothes, fine furniture, fine horses, all above his fortune, for which he contracted debts and ended his career in poverty, ”Alas!” said I, ”he has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle”

In short, I believed that a great part of the ht upon thes, and by their giving too much for their whistles

BENJAMIN FRANKLIN

A CANADIAN BOAT SONG

Faintly as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep ti at St Ann's our parting hymn

Row, brothers, row, the streaht's past

Why should we yet our sail unfurl?

There is not a breath the blue wave to curl; But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar

Blow, breezes, blow, the streaht's past

Utawas' tide! this trees soon

Saint of this green isle! hear our prayers, Oh, grant us cool heavens and favouring airs

Blow, breezes, blow, the streaht's past

MOORE