HOW TOM DRESSES.

grimy face, A muddy boot, A broken lace, And shabby suit; With threadbare knee, And dusty coat, And dirty collar Round his throat.

Now see! his face is All aglow; He's tied both laces In a bow; He's combed his hair, He's brushed his suit— There's not a speck On either boot; His collar now Is new and clean— A neater boy I've never seen. Yet Tom should be, Beyond a doubt, As clean at home As when he's out; For those who dress 'Mid friends to roam, Should dress as well For those at home.