A FISH-ING AD-VEN-TURE.

Pa-tient lit-tle fish-er boy, sit-ting by the brook, Has a pole, and has a line, and has a pret-ty hook; Up come the lit-tle trout, speckl-ed gold and red, Catch them-selves on pur-pose, be-cause it is our Ted. Glad lit-tle fish-er boy puts them in a pail; Ev-er-y lit-tle fin-ny fel-low flound-ers like a whale; Home he runs, home he runs, cry-ing out with joy, "Mam-ma, see what I have done—your bold fish-er boy!" Pail is old and rus-ty—what will Ted-dy do? Bot-tom part has fal-len out, fish-es have slipped through! Stop a bit—wait a min-ute! some-thing is a-wry! Hold it up!—poor lit-tle Ted! will he laugh or cry?