MEADOW TALK.

A bumble-bee, yellow as gold, Sat perched on a red-clover top, When a grasshopper, wiry and old, Came along with a skip and a hop. "Good-morrow!" cried he, "Mr. Bumble-Bee! You seem to have come to a stop." "We people that work," Said the bee with a jerk, "Find a benefit sometimes in stopping; Only insects like you, Who have nothing to do, Can keep up a perpetual hopping." The grasshopper paused on his way, And thoughtfully hunched up his knees; "Why trouble this sunshiny day," Quoth he, "with reflections like these? I follow the trade for which I was made; We all can't be wise bumble-bees. "There's a time to be sad, And a time to be glad; A time both for working and stopping; For men to make money, For you to make honey, And for me to do nothing but hopping."