Evening and morn hast thou watched the bee The bee for herself hath gathered and toiled, Hast thou gone with the traveller, thought, afar, The heart of a mother has gone with thee. There is not a grand inspiring thought, And ever since earth began, that look To win them back, from the love they prize, There are teachings on earth, and sky, and air, But louder than voice beneath, above, He is heard to speak through a Mother's Love. EMILY TAYLOR. THE WOMAN OF MIND. My wife is a woman of mind, And Deville, who examined her bumps, With "Causality "-great-was combined: She's too clever to care how she looks, No! she pays no regard to appearance, She makes me a bushel of verses, If I hint I should like one, she vows Though I've noticed she spurns not the pastry, And has always had two plates of puddingSuch plates for a woman of mind! Not a stitch does she do but a distich, Mends her pen, too, instead of my clothes, I haven't a shirt with a button, Nor a stocking that's sound at the toes; She replies, she has work more refin'd ; The children are squalling all day, For they are left to the care of a maid: My wife can't attend to the " units," "The millions" are wanting her aid; And it's vulgar to care for one's offspringThe mere brute has a love of its kind; But she loves the whole human family, For she is a woman of mind! Every thing is an inch thick in dust, The nurse steals the tea and the sugar- And gives all the cold meat away When I hint that the housekeeping's heavy, Whene'er she goes out to dance, She refuses to join in the measure, She speaks of her favourite authors Upon whom her fine intellect's wasted— She goes not to church on a Sunday— Not to know all the parson can say ; For she is a woman of mind! ANONYMOUS. ACT II. WILLIAM TELL. Emma. O, the fresh morning! Heaven's kind messenger, That never empty-handed comes, to those ALBERT appears on an eminence. Alb. My mother! Emma. Albert! Alb. [Descending.] Bless thee! Emma. Bless thee, Albert! How early were you up? Emma. Ay, strive with him. He never lies a-bed When it is time to rise. He ever is The constant'st workman, that goes through his task, With smiling face; for labour 's light as ease The sun. |