8. THE MINERALS Limestone and sand - gravel and clay Silver and gold, — dig* deeper in. Flint for our glass clay for our bricks Slate for our roofs, sharpen the picks. Brimstone for matches salt for our food Coal for our firing, - better than wood. emeralds and rubies Will not be found* by idlers and boobies. Hard work, I say*, is the true Koh-i-noor(1). (1) Koh-i-noor, nom d'un fameux diamant rapporté de l'Inde par les Anglais. 9. SYMPATHY I lay in sorrow, deep distressed : His looks were cold, he gave* me gold, My sorrow passed; I paid him back The gold he gave* to me; Then stood* erect and spoke* my thanks, I lay* in want, in grief and pain: A poor man passed my way; He bound* my head, he gave* me bread, He watched me night and day. How shall I pay* him back again For all he did* to me? Oh! gold is great, but greater far MACKAY. COLERIDGE. Sorrow, tristesse Watch (to), veiller ments (1) Dans prayeth, il y a deux syllabes; la seconde est formée par la terminaison poétique eth (pour s), employée aussi dans le langage biblique. 11. A DECEMBER NIGHT'S CAROL Quick! close the casements shut the doors And o'er the crackling faggots throw* Hark! how the sullen north wind roars, As rushing o'er the drifted snow The night is bleak. My friends, draw* near The blazing hearth; around it flings* Fill ev'ry glass another year Is close at hand, perchance it brings* Fill, neighbours, fill a truce to care, You're twelve months older than you were, My friends! cheer up a brimming glass, 66 12. ANECDOTE A French gentleman, walking about a card-room, approached one of the tables where the parties happened to have scored two each; and understanding* very little English, he addressed one of the gentlemen thus: "How is the game?" - The latter very naturally replied: We are two to two." The Frenchman did not quite understand* the reply and turning to the next table where the parties were also two each, he repeated his question, and was answered: "We are two to two too" "Toutoutou, and toutoutoutou!" exclaimed the Frenchman, and he turned away in a rage, thinking* they were laughing (2) at him. 13. TO A ROBIN REDBREAST Little bird, with bosom (1) red, Pleasure in thy glancing eye; See* thee, when thou'st ate* thy fill, |