469    THE WISCONSIN FARMER.



  YOUTH'S CORNER.


  TM WAY TO BE OOD.

        DY M55. BOTT.

-'Tell us a story, aunt,
Said the childrea one day:
And I said, "oh, I can't."



"Yes you can! yes you can 1"
Cried they all, and at once:
And so I began.

The story I told them
Was pretty, they said,
As ever I told them.

So, then, who can deny
That an aunt can tell stories
If an austy will try?
And the story was true
In each part, and the whole:
Shall I tell it to you?


One very warm day,
I went with my mother
To &'church old and grey.

Five days were for school,
One for home, one for church;
That was the rule.

In the country lived we,
By the river and wood
So pretty to see.

On the grass, on the mo",
We walked slowly on
And, of course, I was cross.

For the beautiful day,
Oh that was not grey.
And I wanted to play.

And why peopie went,
When they were too large
To be taken, or sent,

And why we must go,
I asked of my mother.
She said, " Don't you know ?

-,Why, to sing and to pray,
And to hear the Lord's words,
That the ministers say."

What I understood
Of the sermon that day
Was about being good;
flow children quite small,
Lit-le girls and boys,
This one, that one, one and all,

Might be as good as others,
As auntie. and uncles,
Big sisters and brothers.



I looked at the preael
Looked out of the w
And round to my tea
I numbered all the ft
And said, "That is tI
That In winter time

By twos and by fouri
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My mother shook her head;
Aud plalnly enough
Her look at me said,

" Don't you want to be good?
Then be quiet and learn
The way to be good."
Then I sat sery a till,
Bnt said to myself,
,-Try as hard as I will,
I can never be good!
How can I be good?
I hare iried to be good."

'T was that same afternoon,
That I saw with surprise,
Nor forgot very soon,
How a brave little ant
Moved a kernel of corn,
Tho' at first he said plainly, "I ean't."



Did I see it with my eyes?
Honer brightl could it talk?
What color was it, and what size?
I saw It with both my eyes.
It was red, and about as large
As when ants are all of a size.

As for talking, it could talk
Full as well as other ant&-
As well as a piece of chalk,

Or a boy who is not born.
I only said, it plainly said,
It couldn't move the corn.

And listen noW, I say
I saw it try and win
By trying hard all day.

Poor little red ant;
Great big yellow corn;
No wonder it said " I can't I"

Why didn't I go help ?
And how far did he move it?
And how am I going to prove it I
I didn't want to go,
And I intend to prove it
By saying it Is ao.

"'How hr?" oh, very ir;
As far as ftom end to end
Of the lonrest bam-yard bar: