220 THE WARY TROUT. THE WARY TROUT. Down in the deep Dark holes I keep, And there in the noontide I float and sleep: By the hemlock log, And the springing bog, And the arching alders I lie incog. The angler's fly Comes dancing by, But never a moment it cheats my eye; For the wary trout Is not such a lout As to be by a wading boy pulled out. King of the brook, No fisher's hook Fills me with dread of the toiling cook; But here I lie And laugh as they try ; Shall I bite at their bait? No, no; not I. But when the streams, Sparkle all silver and starlight gleams, For the wary trout; For he springs and dimples the shallows about, While the tired angler dreams. BOYS' PLAY AND GIRLS' PLAY. "Now, let's have a game of play, Prowling here and prowling there, 66 Oh, no! please not, Robert, dear, Little May was half afraid When she heard the noise you made, Roaring like a lion strong, Just now as you came along; And she'll scream and start to-night, If you give her any fright." 222 BOYS' PLAY AND GIRLS' PLAY. "Well, then, I will be a fox! I will softly creep this way - "Oh, no, Robert! you're so strong, "You've your play, and we have ours, I, and little May, and Jane, And we want to search the dells MRS. HAWTREY. JOHN GILPIN. John Gilpin was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "To-morrow is our wedding-day, "My sister, and my sister's child, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we." |