. St. Nicholas [serial]. His eye, you see, is clear and wide,And we must hope he was suppliedWith one upon the other side,And that he did not always goWith both feet in a line, althoughThe artist represents it so,As was their playful custom. At school he learned arithmetic,And measuring rivers with a stick;And if, when teachers failed to look,He sometimes scribbled in his book,Why, who can little Amnes blame,When all his family did the same,Like good and true Egyptians ?They scribbled up their parlor walls,Their tombs, their temples, and their halls,And quarried columns by the ton,. And set th
. St. Nicholas [serial]. His eye, you see, is clear and wide,And we must hope he was suppliedWith one upon the other side,And that he did not always goWith both feet in a line, althoughThe artist represents it so,As was their playful custom. At school he learned arithmetic,And measuring rivers with a stick;And if, when teachers failed to look,He sometimes scribbled in his book,Why, who can little Amnes blame,When all his family did the same,Like good and true Egyptians ?They scribbled up their parlor walls,Their tombs, their temples, and their halls,And quarried columns by the ton,. And set them up, just for the funOf putting on inscriptions. But now, bereft of all employ,The prince was still a little boy,And Satan, then as now, could findSome mischief still, an idle mind And idle hands lorn and lonely Amnes sat,He all at once espied a catThat curled near by upon a mat, And coaxed her to him, purring. Now little boys in Egypt landWere early taught to understandThe cat was sacred, tooth and claw,From velvet ear to cushioned paw,A thing to hold in reverent awe —Alas for him who teased it!
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