. St. Nicholas [serial]. old doth always lie! IN GRANDMAS YOUTH. BY DOROTHEA BECHTEL (AGE IO). In winter, in the days of yore,When the cold wind howled at the door,And the needles went click, click,. click,While the clock kept time, tick, tick, tick,In grandmas youth, The children sat with folded hands,And never thought to make demands,But spoke when they were spoken to,And did as they were told to do,In grandmas youth. They all went to the meeting-house,And sat as still as any mouse;And, like the little busy bee,They studied hard as hard could be,In grandmas youth. Yet they were much the same
. St. Nicholas [serial]. old doth always lie! IN GRANDMAS YOUTH. BY DOROTHEA BECHTEL (AGE IO). In winter, in the days of yore,When the cold wind howled at the door,And the needles went click, click,. click,While the clock kept time, tick, tick, tick,In grandmas youth, The children sat with folded hands,And never thought to make demands,But spoke when they were spoken to,And did as they were told to do,In grandmas youth. They all went to the meeting-house,And sat as still as any mouse;And, like the little busy bee,They studied hard as hard could be,In grandmas youth. Yet they were much the same as I,Those little girls of days gone by;They thought and played just as I do,And made mistakes and blunders too,In grandmas youth. JUDGES CAVE. BY WILLIAM WEBER (AGE 12). In 1660, when Charles II came to the throne ofEngland, he said those judges of his father who did notsurrender within a certain time would be of the judges were dead and others had those that fled were three judges named Goffe,. THE OBJECT BEFORE ME. BY LAURA GARDIN, AGE 14. (SILVER BADGE.) O come not near this quiet, peaceful valley,Where by thy hand the flowers droop and die! What! dost thou rush, O Time? Pray tell me,tell me, Why dost thou hurry on so swift and fast?Oh, let me be a happy child forever, And every year be young as in the last! No answer! All my prayers and my entreaties,They do not check him on his flying way. He pays no heed; each fall the flowerswither,And I am growing older every day! 1904.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 565 AN OLD MANS SONNET TO YOUTH. BY ELSIE F. WEIL (AGE 14). Oh, for those careless, happy, golden hours Spent dreamily in childhood days by me! Then Mother Natures simple scenes were free— The little babbling brook, the dear wild flowrs, The moist green ferns that grew in shady bowrs, The blithesome bird that sang so merrily, The luscious apples on the bending tree, The tinted rainbows after April showrs. I loved all nature with my youthful heart; To her
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