13. A grinning, chattering plague it was,

And mischievous full oft,-
He clutch'd his cap from Harry's head,

And darted up aloft. .

14. Up in the rigging with his prize,

The thievish creature flew,
Now here, now there, it dodg'd about,

And Harry followed too.

15. “Hollo! hollo!” the boy exclaim'd,

“Such manners suit not me, Come, Master Jacko, I must teach

Civility to thee.”

16 At first it was a merry chase,

And blithely all look’d on;
But many a weather-beaten face

Paled ere the cap was won.
17. The eager boy, without a thought

Of danger or of dread,
Had reach'd at length the topmost pole,

Where scarce was room to tread.

18. Where none could turn, and none could bend,

He stood in dizzy trance,
Beyond the reach of others' help,

Nor dared the downward glance.

19. Breathless with fear, the crew look'd

None spoke and no one stirr'd,
Not even when the Captain's tread

Upon the deck was heard.

20. “What is the matter now, my

men? Why stand ye moon-struck here?" None answer'd him one look above

Reveal’d the speechless fear. 21. Pale with his agony, the boy

Is trembling, ere he fall
Upon the deck with murderous crash-

The Captain saw it all.

22. But not a nerve or muscle yet

With grieving anguish shook, “Bring me my fowling-piece,” he said,

And steadfast aim he took.

23. Then stern, and loud, and trumpet clear,

He cried, “Attend to me!
This moment, sir, I fire, unless

You jump into the sea."
24. A life-long agony compress’d,

Throbs in the breast of all!
Not on the deck, not on the deck,

Resounds the dreaded fall!

25. Off at his father's word, he sprang,

Far in the yielding wave,
And many a sailor overboard

Dash'd after him, to save.

26. Safe! safe! how quickly on the deck

The rescu'd boy they bear,-
Then fail'd at once the father's heart,

He might not linger there.

27. No, ere his trembling arms enfold

The child to hope restor'd,
Lock'd in his cabin, all alone,

His wordless thanks are pour’d. 28. Too deeply stirr'd his being's tide,

Another's eye to brook,
While shuddering sobs so long suppress'd,

His frame with tremblings shook.
29. Calm in the might of prayer, at length

He bade them bring his boy,
And clasp'd him to his yearning heart

With all a father's joy. 30. I tell not of the interview,

Which none beside might share;
The love of father and of son,

What language can declare?
31. Yet from my story, you, my friends,

May of obedience learn,
And how the truest love

may wear An aspect strange and stern. betimes, early.

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1. Joseph II., Emperor of Austria, used to wander about his dominions under a variety of disguises.

He thus came within hearing of complaints which would never have reached him on his throne; and he was enabled personally to give help to the needy, and comfort to the sorrowing. On one occasion he was passing through the streets of Vienna, dressed as a private gentleman, gathering several useful hints from the casual remarks of those whom he addressed.

2. It is not often that hodden gray and regal purple are brought so closely together; not often that a king and his poor subjects speak freely to each other. As the emperor passed a church, his steps were arrested by an importunate appeal for charity. He distributed some money amongst the applicants, and was about to proceed when his attention was drawn to a boy about twelve years old who came timidly towards him.

3. “What can I do for you, my little friend?” said the emperor. He spoke kindly, and the child was encouraged to reply.

“Oh, sir,” answered the child, in a voice trembling with emotion, “you are so kind that you repulse no one; you will not refuse to bestow your charity on me!”

4. “Indeed I should be sorry to refuse you,” said the emperor; “but how is it you are begging? You were meant for something better; your voice, your manner, show me you are no child of the streets; why are you in tears, and why do you blush when you ask for help?"

5. “Your goodness, sir, encourages me to speak freely,” the boy replied. "For months past we have


been destitute. My father was a gallant officer in the imperial army; compelled by illness to quit the service, he supported his family on a pension granted to him by the emperor; at the beginning of this year he died, and we are left quite destitute."

6. “Poor child! Is your mother alive?”

“She is, sir; and I have two brothers, who are with her now. She has been unable to leave her

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