c while I sing,--
Clang, cling, clang, cling!

Clang, cling, clang, cling!
Oh, well I love my smithy when the birds in spring-time sing,
And the pleasant sun comes streaming in, the sun that loves to bring
Its gladness to me, working, and to hear my anvil ring.
Dong, ding, dong, ding!
And to see my iron glowing, and the sparks in showers spring,--
Clang, cling, clang, cling!

Blow, blow, blow, blow!
Bellows, you must work till the furnace is aglow.
Snug is my old smithy when, without, comes down the snow,
When sooty wall and rafter in the blaze are all aglow.
Blow, blow, blow, blow!
What care I if the storm, then, without, be high or low?
Blow, blow, blow, blow!

Clang, cling, clang, cling!
Merrily the hours fly that hear my anvil ring;
And quick my evening chair and my evening meal they bring;
Then, while Kate works beside me, I'm as happy as a king.
Clang, cling, clang, cling!
God give me always health and strength to make my anvil ring:
Clang, cling, clang, cling!

W. C. BENNETT.

[Illustration]

[Illustration: MADAM QUACK.]

[Illustration: Music]

MADAM QUACK.

Words from "The Nursery." Music by T. CRAMPTON.

1. Good-Day! Madam Quack with your young in your track,
Quite early they're out,
What are they about--
Those bright little things
With their short downy wings?
I'm glad of your luck, you're a good mother duck!
And if young folks did know half the joy they bestow
When attentive and good--they would try all they could.

2. You know sir, I see what young ducklings should be;
Your taste I commend,
My civil young friend;
They're beauties you see and obedient to me.
In ponds they can paddle,
On land they can waddle,
They dive and they flutter,
Quack, quack, they can utter:
I'm glad they can learn, and great fame they will earn.

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Transcriber's Notes:

The July edition of the Nursery had a table of contents for the next six
issues of the year. This table was divided to cover each specific issue.
A title page copied from this same July edition was also used for this
nu