All appetite had left his maw, 'Where, sir, is all this dainty cheer? 'Restrain inordinate desire, 'O, gluttons,' says the drooping sire, 'You And never feel the quiet hour. Your liquorish taste you shall deplore, 'T You No 'In 'I Now puts a period to my woe. Old age (which few of us shall know) And T Let honesty your passions rein; Would you true happiness attain, "Yo So live in credit and esteem, And the good name you lost, redeem.' 'The counsel's good,' a son replies, 'Could we perform what you advise. An N k what our ancestors have done; ugh we like harmless sheep should feed, shall be thought to share the feast. J. Gay LXXXVI -LD MAN'S COMFORTS, AND HOW HE GAINED THEM e old, Father William,' the young man cried, few locks which are left you are grey; hale, Father William, a hearty old man tell me the reason, I pray.' days of my youth,' Father William replied, member'd that youth would fly fast, used not my health and my vigour at first, I never might need them at last.' e old, Father William,' the young man cried, pleasures with youth pass away; you lament not the days that are gone, tell me the reason, I pray.' 'In the days of my youth,' Father William replied, I remember'd that youth could not last ; I thought of the future whatever I did, That I never might grieve for the past.' 'You are old, Father William,' the young man cried, 'And life must be hastening away; You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death, Now tell me the reason, I pray.' 'I am cheerful, young man,' Father William replied, 'Let the cause thy attention engage; In the days of my youth I remember'd my God, R. Southey LXXXVII THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE I Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 2 'Forward, the Light Brigade!' Some one had blunder'd. Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd ; They that had fought so well Left of six hundred. 6 When can their glory fade? Honour the charge they made! Noble six hundred ! A. Tennyson LXXXVIII YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again, To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave !— |