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Page 25
Now, Harry! sit firm on your sled--here we go!
Swift--swift as an arrow let fly from a bow!
Hurrah! downward rushing, how gayly we speed,
Like an Arab away on his fleet-going steed.
Hurrah! bravely done! Down the icy hill side,
Swift--swift as an arrow, again let us glide.
III.
And now for the river! How smooth and how bright,
Like a mirror it sleeps in the flashing sunlight.
Be sure, brother Harry, to strap your skates well;
Last time you remember how heavy you fell.
Now away! swift away! why, Harry! not down?
Are you hurt? You must take better care of your
crown.
IV.
Up, up, my good brother! now steady! start fair!
Away we go! swift through the keen, frosty air.
Down again! Bless me, Harry! your skates can't be
right--
Just wait till I see--no--but now they are tight.
Here we go again! merry as school-boys can be,
From books, pens, and pencils, and black board, set free.
V.
Tired, at last, of our sport, home to dinner we run,
And find that, two hours ago, dinner was done.
But our meat and potatoes we relish quite well,
Though cold--and the reason we scarcely need tell.
Five hours spent in scudding and skating, I ween,
'Twould give to such lads as we, appetites keen.
VI.
At last the dim twilight succeeds to the day;
Our week's work is ended, and ended our play.
'Tis Saturday night, and we know with the morn,
Another dear Sabbath of rest will be born.
O'er wearied, we sink into slumber profound,
Assured that God's angels are watching around.
ROVER AND HIS LITTLE MASTER.
[Illustration: ROVER AND HIS LITTLE MASTER.]
"Come, Rover!" said Harry, as he passed a fine old Newfoundland dog that
lay on a mat at the door; "come, Rover! I am going down to the river to
sail my boat, and I want you to go with me."
Rover opened his large eyes, and looked lazily at his little master.
"Come! Rover! Rover!"
But the dog didn't care to move, and so Harry went off to the river side
alone. He had not been gone a great while, before a thought of her boy came
suddenly into the mother's mind. Remembering that he had a little vessel,
and that the river was near, it occurred to her that he might have gone
there.
Instantly her heart began to throb with alarm.
"Is Harry with you?" she called up to Harry's father, who was in his study.
But Harry's father said he was not there.
"I'm afraid he's gone to the river with his boat," said the mother.
"To the river!" And Mr Lee dropped his pen, and came quickly down. Taking
up his hat, he went hurriedly from the house. Rover was still lying upon
the mat, with his head upon his paws and his eyes shut.
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