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get into a passion, And quarrel in this vulgar fashion. Less of yourselves you'll think, and more Of others, than you did before. You'll learn, that in their own right sphere All things with dignity appear. And have, when in their proper place, Peculiar use and native grace." Methought the polished Scissors blushed To have said so much, and all was hushed. LEARNED FRED. FROM THE GERMAN. One short six months had scarcely gone, When, full of all he'd learned, Young Frederick, that hopeful son, From college home returned. To his paternal roof restored, It was not long before The learned man at table poured The treasures of his lore. "Now," said the youngster, "father dear, You doubtless think you see Two roasted fowls before us here; But I say there are three. "_Atqui_ these roasted fowls are two, And one in two must be; _Ergo_,--or logic is not true,-- These roasted fowls are three." "God bless your studies!" quoth papa; "'Tis just as you have said; _This_ is for me, _that_ for mamma, The third for learned Fred." LITTLE ROLAND. TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. Lady Bertha sat in the rocky cleft, Her bitter woes to weep; Little Roland played in the free fresh air; His sorrows were not deep. "My royal brother, O King Charles, Why did I fly from thee? Splendor and rank I left for love; Now thou art wroth with me. "O Milon, Milon, husband dear! Beneath the waves art thou; For love I have forsaken all, Yet love forsakes me now. "O Roland! thou, my dearest boy, Now fame and love to me; Come quickly, little Roland, come! My hope rests all on thee. "Go to the city, Roland, go! To beg us meat and bread; And whoso gives the smallest gift, Ask blessings on his head." Now great King Charles at table sat, In the golden hall of state; With dish and cup the servants ran, On the noble guests to wait. Flute, harp, and minstrelsy now tune All hearts to joyful mood; The cheerful music does not reach To Bertha's solitude. Before the hall in the court-yard sat Of beggars a motley throng; The meat and drink was more to them Than flute, and harp, and song. The king looked out, t
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