THE BROKEN PITCHER.
"Sweet, my love, I'm sorry
That you did not tell,
When you broke the pitcher
Coming from the well."
"Oh, I thought you'd whip me,
Just as Betty did;
Then when she would ask me,
I would tell a fib."
"Sweet, my child, I never
Punish any one
For an accidental
Thing that may be done.
"Tell me always, darling,
Everything you do;
This will help to make you
Thoughtful, brave and true."
THE ELEPHANTS.
THE ivory for our combs,
From elephants' tusks is made;
The handles, too for many a knife,
And for paper-knives the blade.
The elephant knows a friend,--
And well remembers, too,
A kindly act, but ne'er forgets
The teasing of a foe.
THE WIND.