DISCONTENT BRINGS DULNESS.

s Johnny by the window stood And watched the cloudy sky, He seemed in discontented mood And soon was heard to sigh: 'I don't know what to do to-day; There seems no fun at all; At cricket there's no chance to play, For I have lost the ball. 'And tops are seldom spun in May, And if I had a kite There's not a breath of air to-day To help it in its flight.' With peevish frown he left the room And roamed the garden through, And murmured in a tone of gloom: 'I don't know what to do.' And thus all day he idly went From dreary place to place, The saddest gloom of discontent For ever on his face; And when the stars began to peep, And night its shadows threw, He murmured in his restless sleep: 'I don't know what to do.'