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IV.

CHARACTERISTICS

OF A CHILD THREE YEARS OLD.

LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild;
And Innocence hath privilege in her
To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes;
And feats of cunning; and the pretty round
Of trespasses, affected to provoke
Mock-chastisement and partnership in play.
And, as a faggot sparkles on the hearth,

Not less if unattended and alone

Than when both young and old sit gathered round

And take delight in its activity,

Even so this happy Creature of herself

Is all-sufficient; solitude to her

Is blithe society, who fills the air

With gladness and involuntary songs.

Light are her sallies as the tripping Fawn's

Forth-startled from the fern where she lay couched;

Unthought-of, unexpected, as the stir

Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow flowers;

Or from before it chasing wantonly

The many-coloured images impressed
Upon the bosom of a placid lake.

V.

ADDRESS TO A CHILD,

DURING A BOISTEROUS WINTER EVENING.

By a female Friend of the Author.

WHAT way

does the wind come? What way does he go?

He rides over the water, and over the snow,

Through wood, and through vale; and o'er rocky height,
Which the goat cannot climb, takes his sounding flight;
He tosses about in every bare tree,

As, if you look up, you plainly may see;
But how he will come, and whither he goes
There's never a Scholar in England knows.

He will suddenly stop in a cunning nook,

And rings a sharp larum; but, if you should look,

There's nothing to see but a cushion of snow

Round as a pillow, and whiter than milk,
And softer than if it were covered with silk.
Sometimes he'll hide in the cave of a rock,

Then whistle as shrill as the buzzard cock;
-Yet seek him,-and what shall you find in the place?
Nothing but silence and empty space;

Save, in a corner, a heap of dry leaves,

That he's left, for a bed, to beggars or thieves!

As soon as 'tis daylight, to-morrow, with me
You shall go to the orchard, and then you will see
That he has been there, and made a great rout,
And cracked the branches, and strewn them about;
Heaven grant that he spare but that one upright twig
That looked up at the sky so proud and big
All last summer, as well you know,

Studded with apples, a beautiful show!

Hark! over the roof he makes a pause,
And growls as if he would fix his claws
Right in the slates, and with a huge rattle
Drive them down, like men in a battle :

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But let him range round; he does us no harm,

We build up the fire, we're snug and warm;

Untouch'd by his breath see the candle shines bright, And burns with a clear and steady light;

Books have we to read, but that half-stifled knell, Alas! 'tis the sound of the eight o'clock bell.

He

- Come now we'll to bed! and when we are there may work his own will, and what shall we care? knock at the door, we'll not let him in ; may May drive at the windows, we'll laugh at his din;

He

Let him seek his own home wherever it be;

Here's a cozie warm House for Edward and me.

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