ANECDOTE for FATHERS, Showing how the practice of Lying may be taught. I have a Boy of five years old; His face is fair and fresh to see; His limbs are cast in beauty's mould, And dearly he loves me. One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk, Our quiet home all full in view, And held such intermitted talk As we are wont to do. My thoughts on former pleasures ran : A day it was when I could bear To think, and think, and think again; My Boy was by my side, so slim And graceful in his rustic dress! And oftentimes I talked to him, In very idleness. The young lambs ran a pretty race; The morning sun shone bright and warm; "Kilve," said I, "was a pleasant place; And so is Liswyn farm. My little Boy, which like you more," And tell me, had you rather be," I said, and held him by the arm, "At Kilve's smooth shore by the green sea, Or here at Liswyn farm?" In careless mood he looked at me, "Now, little Edward, say why so; My little Edward, tell me why.""I cannot tell, I do not know." "Why, this is strange," said I. " For, here are woods, and green-hills warm: There surely must some reason be Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm For Kilve by the green sea." At this, my Boy hung down his head, His head he raised-there was in sight, Then did the boy his tongue unlock; And that's the reason why." |