Our Boys. Various

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      Then I'd have such fun tomorrow."

      Then he thought of all the slim

      Things that grow—the hazel bushes,

      Willow branches, poplars trim—

      And yet nothing suited him

      Till he chanced to think of rushes.

      He knew well a quiet pool

      Where he always paused a minute

      On his way to district school,

      Just to see the waters cool

      And his own bright face within it.

      There the cat-tails thickly grew,

      With their heads so brown and furry;

      They were straight and slender too,

      Plenty strong enough he knew,

      And he sought them in a hurry.

      Such an arrow as he wrought—

      Almost passed a boy's believing.

      When he drew the bow-string taut,

      Out of sight and quick as thought

      Up it went, the blue air cleaving.

      Who was Sammie, would you know?

      It was grandpa—he was little

      Nearly eighty years ago;

      But 'tis no doubt as fine a bow

      As the best he still could whittle.

      

A YOUNG SALT.

HE COULDN'T SAY NO.

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t was sad and it was strange!

      He just was full of knowledge,

      His studies swept the whole broad range

      Of High School and of College;

      He read in Greek and Latin too,

      Loud Sanscrit he could utter,

      But one small thing he couldn't do

      That comes as pat to me and you

      As eating bread and butter:

      He couldn't say "No!" He couldn't say "No!"

      I'm sorry to say it was really so!

      He'd diddle, and dawdle, and stutter, but oh!

      When it came to the point he could never say "No!"

      Geometry he knew by rote,

      Like any Harvard Proctor;

      He'd sing a fugue out, note by note;

      Knew Physics like a Doctor;

      He spoke in German and in French;

      Knew each Botanic table;

      But one small word that you'll agree

      Comes pat enough to you and me,

      To speak he was not able:

      For he couldn't say "No!" He couldn't say "No!"

      'Tis dreadful, of course, but 'twas really so.

      He'd diddle, and dawdle, and stutter, but oh!

      When it came to the point he could never say "No!"

      And he could fence, and swim, and float,

      And use the gloves with ease too,

      Could play base ball, and row a boat,

      And hang on a trapeze too;

      His temper was beyond rebuke,

      And nothing made him lose it;

      His strength was something quite superb,

      But what's the use of having nerve

      If one can never use it?

      He couldn't say "No!" He couldn't say "No!"

      If one asked him to come, if one asked him to go,

      He'd diddle, and dawdle, and stutter, but oh!

      When it came to the point he could never say "No!"

      When he was but a little lad,

      In life's small ways progressing,

      He fell into this habit bad

      Of always acquiescing;

      'Twas such an amiable trait,

      To friend as well as stranger,

      That half unconsciously at last

      The custom held him hard and fast

      Before he knew the danger,

      And he couldn't say "No!" He couldn't say "No!"

      To his prospects you see 'twas a terrible blow.

      He'd diddle, and dawdle, and stutter, but oh!

      When it came to the point he could never say "No!"

      And so for all his weary days

      The best of chances failed him;

      He lived in strange and troublous ways

      And never knew what ailed him;

      He'd go to skate when ice was thin;

      He'd join in deeds unlawful,

      He'd lend his name to worthless notes,

      He'd speculate in stocks and oats;

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