ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS,

shewing how

the art 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 strolld on our dry walk,
Our quiet house all full in view,
And held such intermitted talk

As we are wont to do.

My thoughts on former pleasures ran ;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
My pleasant home, when spring began,
A long, long year before.

A day it was when I could bear
To think, and think, and think again;
With so much happiness to spare,
I could not feel a pain.

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," I said and took him by the arm“ Our home by Kilve's delightful shore, “ Or here at Liswyn farm ?"

“ And tell me, had you rather be," I said and held him by the arms, “ At Kilve's smooth shore by the green sea, "Or here at Liswyn farm?

In careless mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, “ At Kilve I'd rather be
“ Than here at Liswyn farm."

“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.

T 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, so fair and slim,
Hung down his head, nor made reply;
And five times did I say to him,
"Why? Edward, tell me why?"

His head he raised there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain-
Upon the house-top, glittering bright,
A broad and gilded vane.

Then did the boy his tongue unlock,
And thus to me he made reply;
“ At Kilve there was no weather-cock,
to And that's the reason why."

Oh dearest, dearest boy ! my heart For better lore would seldom