Two pints will make one quart
Of barley, oats, or rye,
Two quarts one pottle are of wheat
Or any thing that's dry.
Two pottles one gallon
Two gallons one peck fair,
Four pecks one bushel heap or brim
Eight bushels one quarter are.
If when you sell, you give
Good measure shaken down, Through motives good, you will receive An everlasting crown.
Two pints will make one quart,
Four quarts one gallon strong:-
Some drink but little, some too much,-
To drink too much is wrong.
Eight gallons one firkin make,
Of liquor that's call'd ale:
Nine gallons one firkin of beer,
Whether 'tis mild or stale.
With gallons fifty-four,
A hogshead I can fill:
But hope I never shall drink much,
Drink much, whoever will.
WINE, OIL, AND SPIRIT MEASURE.
Two pints will make one quart,
Of any wine I'm told:
Four quarts one gallon are of port,
Or claret new or old.
Forty-two gallons will
A tierce fill to the bung:
And sixty-three's a hogshead full
Of brandy, oil, or rum.
Eighty-four gallons make
One puncheon fill'd to brim: Two hogsheads make one pipe or butt, Two pipes will make one tun.
A little wine within
Oft cheers the mind that's sad; But too much brandy, rum, or gin, No doubt is very bad.
From all excess beware,
Which sorrow must attend; Drunkards a life of woe must share,
When time with them shall end.
Sixty seconds make a minute;
Time enough to tie my shoe:
Sixty minutes make an hour,
Shall it pass and nought to do?
Twenty-four hours will make a day;
Too much time to spend in sleep,
Too much time to spend in play,
For seven days will end the week.
Fifty and two such weeks will put
Near an end to every year;
Days three hundred sixty five
Are the whole that it can share.
Except in leap year, when one day
Added is to gain lost time;
May it not be spent in play,
Neither any evil crime
Our time is short we often say;
Let us then improve it well;
That eternally we may
Live where happy angels dwell.
Two farthings one halfpenny make,
A penny four of such will take;
And to allow I am most willing
That twelve pence always make a shilling;
And that five shillings make a crown,
Twenty a sovereign, same as pound.
Some have no cash, some have to spare
Some who have wealth for none will care.
Some thro' misfortune's hand brought low,
Their money gone, are filled with woe,
But I know better than to grieve;
If I have none I will not thieve:
I'll be content whate'er's my lot,
Nor for misfortunes care a grout.
There is a Providence, whose care,
And sov'reign love I crave to share;
His love is gold without alloy;
Those who possess 't have endless joy.
FOUR SEASONS OF THE YEAR.
On March the twenty-first is Spring,
When little birds begin to sing :
Begin to build and hatch their brood,
And carefully provide them food.
Summer's the twenty-first of June,
The cuckow changes then his tune;
All nature smiles, the fields look gay,
The weather's fair to make the hay.
September, on the twenty-third
When sportsmen mark at ev'ry bird,
Autumn comes in; the fields are shorn,
The fruits are ripe: so is the corn.
Winter's cold frosts and northern blast,
The season is we mention last;
The date of which in truth, we must
Fix for December-twenty-first.
All human beings must, (with birds and beasts)
To be complete, five senses have at least,
The sense of hearing's to the ear confined:
The eye, we know, for seeing is designed.
The nose to smell an odour sweet or ill,
The tongue to taste what will the belly fill.
The sense of feeling is in ev'ry part
While life gives motion to a beating heart.
FOUR SEASONS OF HUMAN LIFE.
Our days four seasons are at most,
And Infancy's the time of Spring:
Oh! with what trouble, care, and cost,
Must we be taught to pray and sing.
In Summer as our growth proceeds,
Good fruit should hang on every branch;
Our roots be clear'd from evil weeds,
As into science we advance.
Our Autumn is the season, when
Temptations do our mind assail :
Our fruits are proved in manhood; then
Let not sin, death, and hell prevail.
For Winter brings old age and death,
If we've good fruits laid up in store;
Soon as we gasp our latest breath,
We land on a triumphant shore.
THE MASTER'S DAILY ADVICE TO HIS SCHOOL.
If you'd in wisdom's ways proceed,
You intellectual knowledge need.
Let science be your guiding star,
Or from its path you'll wander far.
'Tis science that directs the mind,
The path of happiness to find.
If goodness added is to truth,
"Twill bring reward to ev'ry youth.
THE GOOD CHILDREN'S MONEY-BOX.
All pence by the gen'rous deposited here,
When holidays come, I will equally share
Among all good children attending this school.
I should wish not to find a dunce or a fool.
Then listen, all you, who a prize hope to gain,
Attend to your books, and you'll not hope in vain.
THE MASTER.
Three little words we hear and see
In frequent use,-a, an, and the;
These words, so useful, though so small,
Are those which articles we call.
The first two, a and an, we use,
When speaking of one thing alone;→
For instance, we might wish to say,
An oak, a man, a dog, a bone.
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