Harper's Young People, November 15, 1881

Harper's Young People, November 15, 1881 - An Illustrated Weekly

"It's growing late," said the honey-bee; "Winter's no sort of weather for me; I'll hurry away to the hive." "It's growing cold," said the bustling fly; "There's going to be plenty of snow by-and-by, And how will a poor fly thrive?" The cricket piped, "The season is old, Leaves and grasses are turning to gold; It's a queer world that changes so; My chirp has lost its musical tones, And the north wind bites to my very bones; I think I had better go." The squirrel said, "It is growing chill; The windfalls have gone to the cider-mill; But there's many a chestnut burr Ready to burst at the frost's first touch. If snow flies soon, I sha'n't mind much, Wrapped in my thickening fur." "The best of the year," trilled the lingering thrush, "Has left us behind; there's a tender hush Brooding o'er meadow and dell; Our nests are all empty, our birdlings have flown; There is nothing to keep us at home, I must own; There's nothing to sing but 'Farewell.'" They had made the same remark when his name had been sent in by the principal of the school to the superintendent as his best scholar. In all likelihood these same old school-fellows will keep on saying, "Just like his luck!" if Charlie ever becomes a Judge, or a Senator, or if he marries happily, or makes a fortune. Every step upward is attributed by some men and boys to that unknown quantity called "luck." And curiously enough, just as "Like his luck" is used to account for the success of one's friends, so "Just like my luck" is used to explain our own failures. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 50013
Author: Various
Release Date: Sep 19, 2015
Format: eBook
Language: English