My dolly’s always smiling; she was never known to frown;
And she looks so very charming in her Sunday hat and gown,
You really ought to see her
To get a good idea
Of the beauty of my dolly, Polly Angelina Brown.
DON’T ENVY YOUR NEIGHBORS.
A FABLE.
A lean half-starved cur stood curiously regarding a sleek white well-fed pig, cosily curled up in a nest of nice clean straw.
“Some folks get all the good things in this world, I think,” grumbled the cur. “Here is that great fat lazy pig, fed on the best of everything—peas, potatoes, sweet milk, barley-meal, and I know not what all—whilst I am kicked and cuffed, and have to pick up a meal anyhow.”
“Dick!” cried the farmer out of the window. “Be up to-morrow at four o’clock. We’ll kill the white pig for Saturday’s market; and a roast leg of pork won’t come amiss for Sunday’s dinner.”