THE FROG AND THE EEL

 

THE FROG AND THE EEL - A TRUE STORY

A FABLE 

ONE summer evening a number of frogs were croaking on the margin of a pond, when an eel passed by. 'Well friend.'- a frog cried out to him, 'will you sing with us?'
 'I cannot,' replied the eel; 'I have no voice.'

'You have no voice, you cannot sing then. Poor little fellow. how I pity you!'

' I am very much obliged to you.' replied the eel. 'However, people who have heard you, have told me, that a discreet silence is often better than an incessant chattering.'

 J.F.C.

References:

1. Chatterbox 1876   

A BOWL FOR YOU

 

A BOWL FOR YOU - A TRUE STORY

ΟNCE upon a time, an old man lived with his son. His son became weary of him, and made him eat his meals on a bench at the other end of the room. The old man let a plate fall, and broke it; his son then said, that he should eat out of a wooden bowl. One day this unkind son saw his own little boy cutting a piece of wood. He asked him, what he was making. "I am making a bowl for you to eat out of, when you are old,"- answered the child. This pricked his father's heart so much, that he brought the old man back to the table, and treated him more kindly. 

Reference:

Chatterbox 1903

Alphabet- Letter I

 Alphabet 

Leter I

Letter I is the Peacock-the Gay Gordons, from Scotland- The Lindsay's and the Grand Earls Douglas.

References:

Chatterbox No 1 New Series 1903 Weekly One Halfpenny 

SONG OF THE SPRING.

SONG OF THE SPRING. 

MY laughter has broke o'er the azure sky, 
And the sombre clouds have arisen to fly;
 My voice through the woods has again been heard, 
And recalled to its haunt the exiled bird.

I ve come to the haunts that I knew of yore-

To the rich man's lawn, to the cottage door; 

But I see the gloom of the storm-cloud cast 

O'er homes lit with love when I saw them last. 

I have made the earth like a fair young bride 

And now farewell, for I may not abide; 

I go to the land that knows not of blight, 

Where cometh no shadow of sorrow or night.  

I shall see no graves of the lovely there,

For Death cannot breathe in celestial air; 

I go where fadeth not blossom or tree: 

Will ye come with me?will ye come with me?

Rerefences:

1. THE GIRL'S OWN PAPER APRIL 13 1889