ST. PETER’S LESSON.

THE young goat had a playful mind, And never liked to be confined; The apostle, at a killing pace, Followed the goat, in a desperate chase; Over the hills and among the briers The goat runs on and never tires, While Peter, behind, on the grassy plain, Runs on, panting and sighing, in vain. All day, beneath a scorching sun, The good apostle had to run Till evening came; the goat was caught, And safely to the Master brought. Then, with a smile, to Peter said The Lord: “Well, friend, how have you sped; If such a task your powers has tried, How could you keep the world, so wide?” Then Peter, with his toil distressed, His folly, with a sigh, confessed. “No, Master! ’tis for me no play To rule one goat for one short day; It must be infinitely worse To regulate the universe.”