A JINGLE
A key to bear one up the mountain side;
A key to guard where freedom is denied.
The third, oft heard to chatter, ne’er in song.
The fourth beware! ’twill lead to gravest wrong.
This key his master serves, to ride, to work, to wait;
This one, spring-hatched, at Christmas meets his fate.
—Caroline L——
Transcriber’s Notes:
A number of typographical errors have been corrected silently.
Archaic spellings have been retained.
Cover image is in the public domain.
The table of contents refers to a "With the Publisher" page that does not exist in the transcribed image so does not exist in the transcription.
Alt text for images are in the public domain.