And the useful moral myself must draw!

I woke, and found that thy song was stilled,
And the sun's bright beams my room had filled!
But I think, my Cricket, I long shall keep
In mind the dream of my morning sleep!




=Fanny Spy=

Lucy, Lucy, come away!
Never climb for things so high.
Don't you know, the other day,
What fell out with Fanny Spy?

Fanny spied, a loaf of cake,
Wisely set above her reach;
Yet did Fanny think to make
In its tempting side a breach.

When she thought the family
Out of sight and hearing too,
Forth a polished table she
Quickly to the closet drew.

First, she stepped upon a chair;
Then the table--then a shelf;
Thinking she securely there