Thus it went from day to-day, sometimes with sharp words, occasionally with blows, but oftener a slight push from one passer to the other, until at last we must leave the youth to pursue his hopeless journey, while we return to the village whence he had set out.
Hazlett.
CAUSE FOR COMPLAINT.
“I DON’T like grandma at all,” said Fred,
“I don’t like grandma at all,”
And he drew his face in a queer grimace;
The tears were ready to fall,
As he gave his kitten a loving hug,
And disturbed her nap on the soft, warm rug.
“Why, what has your grandma done?” I asked,
“To trouble the little boy?
O what has she done, the cruel one,
To scatter the smiles of joy?”
Through quivering lips the answer came,
“She—called—my—kitty—a—horrid—name.”
“She did? are you sure?” and I kissed the tears
Away from the eyelids wet.
“I can scarce believe that grandma would grieve
The feelings of either pet.
What did she say?” “Boo-hoo!” cried Fred,
“She—called—my—kitty—a—quadruped!”
—Selected.
MOZART.
PART I.
