And take these cakes I made for him, You have time enough to go and come Then the good wife turned to her labor, And thought of her husband working hard And set the turf ablazing, And brought the coarse black bread, That he might find a fire at night, And see the table spread. And Peter left the brother With whom all day he had played, And told them they'd see him back before In the very darkest night! For he was a brave, bright fellow, Why, he wouldn't have robbed a bird's nest, Though never a law in Holland And now with his face all glowing, Alas! if only the blind old man Could have seen that happy face! Yet he somehow caught the brightness And now, as the day was sinking The mother looked from her door again, And saw the shadows deepen, And birds to their homes come back, But never a sign of Peter Along the level track. But she said: “ He will come at morning, But where was the child delaying? He was stooping to gather flowers, As the angry waters dashed themselves "Ah, well for us," said Peter, That the gates are good and strong, "I know why you fret and chafe: You would like to spoil our lands and homes, But our sluices keep you safe!" But hark! Through the noise of waters He is up the bank in a moment, 'Tis a leak in the dike! IIe is but a boy, Unused to fearful scenes, But young as he is he has learned to know A leak in the dike! The stoutest heart And the bravest man in all the land For he knows the smallest leak may grow And he knows the strength of the cruel sea When loosed in its angry might. And the boy? He has seen the danger, He forces back the weight of the sea He sees no hope, no succor, His feeble voice is lost; Yet what shall he do but watch and wait The good dame in the cottage Has been with her all the night. But what does she see so strange and black Against the rising sun? And the startled father hears, And comes to look the way she looks, Till a glad shout from the bearers Thrills the stricken man and wife "Give thanks, for your son has saved our land And God has saved his life!" So there in the morning sunshine 'Tis many a year since then; but still Their boys are taught what a boy can do And tells him of little Peter, They have many a valiant hero, Remembered through the years, But never one whose name so oft Is named with loving tears. And his deed shall be sung by the cradle And told to the child on the knee, So long as the dikes of Holland Divide the land from the sea. PARTRIDGE AT THE PLAY. HENRY FIELDING. IN the first row, then, of the first gallery, did Mr. Jones, Mrs. Miller, her youngest daughter, and Partridge take their places. Partridge immediately declared it was the finest place he had ever been in. When the first music was played, he said, "It was a wonder how so many fiddlers could play at one time without putting one another out." Nor could he help observing, with a sigh, when all the candles were lighted, "That here were candles enough burned in one night to keep an honest poor family for a twelvemonth." As soon as the play, which was Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, began, Partridge was all attention, nor did he break silence till the entrance of the Ghost, upon which he asked Jones, "What man that was in the strange dress, something," said he, "like what I have seen in a picture. Sure it is not armor, is it?" Jones answered, "That is the Ghost." To which Partridge replied with a smile, "Persuade me to that, sir, if you can. Though I can't say I ever actually saw a ghost in my life, yet I am certain I should know one if I saw him better than that comes to. No, no, sir; ghosts don't appear in such dresses as that neither." In this mistake, which caused much laughter in the neighborhood of Partridge, he was suffered to continue till the scene between the Ghost and Hamlet, when Partridge gave that credit to Mr. Garrick which he had denied to Jones, and fell into so violent a trembling that his knees knocked against each other. Jones asked him what was the matter, and whether he was afraid of the warrior |