"--_Every Night Book_.
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A FACT.
Pat went to his mistress: "My lady, your mare
_In harness_, goes well as a dray-horse, I swear:
I tried, as you're thinking to sell her, or let her,
For _coming on_ thus, she'll _go off_ all the better."
"Twas very well thought of" the lady replied,
"You've acted a sensible part.
But Patrick, pray tell me the day that you tried,
Of whom did you borrow the cart?"
"The _cart_? why, she _walk'd_ well _in harness_, I saw,
But I thought not, by no _manes_, to try if she'd _draw_;
For says I, by Saint Patrick, who, her comes to view,
To tell him, she has been 'in harness' will do!"
M.L.B.
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THE MONTHS.
AUGUST.
[Illustration]
All around
The yellow sheaves, catching the burning beam,
Glow, golden lustre.
MRS. ROBINSON.
This is the month of harvest. The crops usually begin with rye and oats,
proceed with wheat, and finish with pease and beans. Harvest-home is
still the greatest rural holiday in England, because it concludes at
once the most laborious and most lucrative of the farmer's employments,
and unites repose and profit. Thank heaven, there are, and must be,
seasons of some repose in agricultural employments, or the countryman
would work with as unceasing a madness, and contrive to be almost as
diseased and unhealthy as the citizen.
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