Original Poetry, for Young Persons (Google Books)


Then an apple red and sweet,
The dame gave little Bell to eat :
And whispered many a caution kind,
How she in crowded towns, should mind
And keep close to her friends, nor dare
Go after boys, or showmen there.
Scarce they come to market street,
When poor Bell’s mamma they meet,
Wandering frightened up and down
To find her daughter in the town.
To her arms as Bella flies,
Tears are sparkling in her eyes :
“Mamma!” she murmured o’er and o’er,
“I will quit your side no more ”

After that day was not found,
Traversing the market round,
To sell her eggs the good old dame,
Who to the child’s assistance came :
Bell’s mother and her neighbours too,
Buy up her eggs so fresh and new !

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You Ng Frederic was a cruel boy
No gentle tenderness had he,

When he could tease or much annoy,
The happiest he seemed to be.

But kind and good is Laura’s breast,
And it would give sweet Laura pain

To soil a butterfly’s gay vest,
Or hurt a worm upon the plain.

And Frederic keeps an ugly cur,
Much like himself, ill-bred and rude,

Such snappish beasts bad boys prefer,
To dogs of grateful, social mood.

Upon the far Newfoundland shore,
That noble animal was bred,

Who licks the hand of Laura o’er,
And pillows on his neck her head.

Wherever spiteful Frederic goes,

. His odious dog is at his side;

To see him other dogs oppose,
And bark and bite, is all his pride.


Wherever gentle Laura walks,
There does the noble Hector go,

He wags his tail as Laura talks,
And seems her very will to know.

One day malicious Frederic chose,
To set his dog upon some men,

Who drove the spiteful cur with blows,
To his bad master back again.

And as the vile cur whining laid,
They seized young Frederic in their gripe,

And for his ill deeds past, he paid
That day with many a bitter stripe.

When they were gone, with swelling vein,
He snatched a pitchfork from the ground,

And foaming in his rage and pain,
He gave his dog a dreadful wound.

Though dying, and all drenched with gore,
The dog sprung up, and in their strife,

So terribly his master tore,
That worthless Frederic lost his life.

When Laura from the river side,
Seeking some purple flowers to win,

Slipped down into the sparkling tide,
Her noble dog plunged also in.

Her garments in his teeth he caught,
And on the river’s bosom,bore,

Though terrified, unscathed in aught,
His gentle mistress to the shore.


Two brothers once, quite little boys,
Together lived in joy and peace,

No quarrelling, no boisterous noise
Of theirs, their parents cares increase.

One only fault young Richard had,
In spite of all his friends could say,

Of such bad tricks, this little lad
Would frighten Alfred in his play.

Their parents were one autumn eve,
Together forced from home to go,

But ere their little sons they leave,
On Richard they a charge bestow.


They bid him of the fire take care,
To go to bed by set of sun,

The supper equally to share,
Nor frighten Alfred for his fun.

Papa, mamma, then both went out,
And quietly the children play,

By turns in house, and garden rout,
And laugh, and talk till close of day.

“We’ll go in doors, dear Richard, now,”
Cried Alfred, “ for the evenings close,

I do not like yon apple bough,
Dear Richard, and the shade it throws ”

And Richard laughed: “What in a fright
At the poor apple tree,” he said,

“Come in, and I will get a light,
Then Alfred we will go to bed.”

While he a candle goes to seek,
Poor Alfred in the parlour dim,

Stood trembling at the light so weak,
Whose shadows so much frightened him.

Richard had found the light he sought,
When glancing at the kitchen door,

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