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she made haste to rub the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to hold her grandmother fast. And the matches gave a light that was brighter than noonday. Her grandmother had never appeared so beautiful nor so large. She took the little girl in her arms, and both flew upwards, all radiant and joyful, far, far above mortal ken, where there was neither cold, nor hunger, nor care to be found; where there was no rain, no snow, or storiny wind, but calm, sunny days the whole year round.
But, in the cold dawn, the poor girl might be seen leaning against the wall, with red cheeks and smiling mouth; she had been frozen on the last night of the old year. The new year's sun shone upon the little dead girl. She sat still hold. ing the matches, one bundle of which was burned. People said: "She tried to warm herself.” Nobody dreamed of the fine things she had seen, nor in what splendor she had entered, along with her grandmother, upon the joys of the New Year.
TOBY TOSSPOT.-GEORGE COLMAN.
Alas! what pity 'tis that regularity,
Like Isaac Shove's, is such a rarity!
Termed jolly dogs, choice spirits, alias swine,
Making their throats a thoroughfare for wine. These spendthrifts, who life's pleasures thus run on,
Dozing with headaches till the afternoon,
By borrowing too largely of the moon.
Although he had a tolerable notion
When reading, Please to ring the bell,”
And being civil beyond measure,
l'll ring it with a deal of pleasure.”
He waited full two minutes more ;--and iben
I'll pull it for the gentleman again.” But the first peal woke Isaac in a fright,
Who, quick as lightning, popping up his head,
Sat on his head's antipodes, in bed,
Calming his fears --
When peal the second rattled in his ears. Shove jumped into the middle of the floor;
And, trembling at each breath of air that stirred, He groped down stairs, and opened the street door,
While Toby was performing peal the third. Isaac eyed Toby, fearfully askant,
And saw he was a strapper, stout and tall; Then put this question, “ Pray, sir, what d'ye want ?"
Says Toby, “I want nothing, sir, at all." “Want nothing! Sir, you've pulled my bell, I vow,
As if you'd jerk it off the wire.”
I pulled it, sir, at your desire.” “At mine?” “Yes, yours; I hope I've done it well!
High time for bed, sir !-I was hastening to it; But if you write up, ' Please to ring the bell,'
Common politeness makes me stop and do it.”
Each of the Four Numbers of
“100 Choice Selections" contained
in this volume is paged separately,
and the Index is made to corres
pond therewith. See EXPLANATION on first page of Contents.
The entire book contains nearly
CLEAR THE WAY.-CHARLES MACKAY.
Men of thought, be up and stirring night and day:
There's a fount about to stream,
There's a flower about to blow;
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen;
Aid it, for the hour is ripe,
With the right shall many more
Many others, great and small,