POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 1882, 5 March 1880, Page 3

POETRY.

HUNTING FOUK-LEAF CLOVER, [From “Sciibner.”] Down among the orchard grass, A happy, careless rover, Pretty little Margery" Goes hunting four-leaf clover. Timid little Margery Gives her searching over. Startled by a shad w Darkening the clover. Kneeling down beside her Blossoms arching over, Martin in tho orchard grass Goes hunting four-leaf clover. Gazing in each other’s eyes. Searching is all over. There’s no longer need For hunting four leaf clover. A BOY’S REMONSTRANCE. [From the” St Nicholas.”! I am feeling very badly ; everything is going to smash.; All the things I have believed in are going with a crarh ! The folks are growing learned, and all their wretched lore is Used to shake a fellow’s faith in his bestbeloved stories. The fairies have been scattered, and the genii they have gone ; There are no enchanted castles, they have vanished every one. Aladdin never lived, and the dear Schehera-

zade, Though very entertaining, was a much mis

taken lady. Of coarse, I see through Santa Claus, I had to, long ago ; And Christmas will be going, the next thing

that I know. For I heard—l wasn’t listening—l heard the parson - say, He had really—yes, had really—grave doubts about the day. And as for Master Washington, they say the goMPH i.atch it, Who belleved''li Mngle minute in that story

of the hatchet They've given a rap at Crusoe, and dear old Friday. Why! We’ll all believe in Friday, we boys will, till

we die ! They may say it’s not “ authentic,” and such like, if they dare ! When they strike a blow at Friday, they hit us boys. So there! And I’va been reading in a book, writ by some college swell. There never was a genuine, a real live William

Tell! That he was jast a myth, or what we boys

would call a sell ; That he didn’t shoot the apple, nor Gesler,

not a bit That all the other nations have a legend just

like it, I think it’s little business for a college man

to fight Against thai-e dear old stories and send them out of sight. And all the boys are just as mad! and so the girls are, too ; And so wo called a meeting to decide what

we should do. And we passed some resolutions, because that

is the one— The only way—for meetings, when it’s all that can be done. T send you here a list; Resolved, that there was a William Tell; That by his bow and arrow the tyrant Gesler fell. Resolved that he was not a myth, whatever that may be— But that he shot the apple and Switzerland

was free. Resolved, that Crusoe lived, and Friday,

and the goat. Resolved, that little Georgy his father’s fruit tree smote, And owned up like a hero. Resolved, that

all the t cieuce Of all tho learned professors shall not shake

onr firm reliance In the parties we have mentioned ; and we do hereby make known The facts that we boys feel that we have some rights of our own— And request that in the future these rights he let alone.