The Little Traveller

I am the tiniest child of earth!

But still, I would like to be known to fame;

Though next to nothing I had my birth,

And lowest of all in my lowly name.

Yet, if so humble my native place,

This I can say, in family pride—

That I'm of the world's most numerous race,

And made by the Maker of all beside.

Although I'm so poor, I naught to lose;

Still I'm so little I can't be lost!

I journey about, wherever I choose,

And those who carry me bear the cost.

The most forgiving of earthly things,

I often cling to my deadly foe;

And, spite of the cruellest flirts and flings,

Arise by the force that has cast me low.

When beauty has trodden me under foot,

I've quietly risen, her face to seek,—

Embraced her forehead, and calmly put

Myself to rest in her dimpled cheek.

I've ridden to war on the soldier's plume;

But startled and sprung, at the wild affray,—

The sights of horror—of fire and fume;

And fled on the wings of the wind away.

I've visited courts, and been ushered in

By the proudest guest of the stately scene;

I've touched his majesty's bosom-pin,

And the nuptial ring of his lofty queen.

At the royal board, in the grand parade,

I've oft been one familiar and free:

The fairest lady has smiled, and laid

Her delicate, gloveless hand on me.

Philosopher, poet, the learned, the sage,

Never declines a call from me;

And all, of every rank and age.

Admit me into their coteri.

I visit the lions of every where,

If human, or brute, and can testify

To what they do, to what they wear,

To wonders none ever beheld but I!

And now, reviewing the things I've done,

Forgetting my name, my rank and birth,

I begin to think I am number ONE,

Of the great and manifold things of earth.

I've still much more, I yet might tell,

Which modesty bids me here withhold;

For fear with my travels I seem to swell,

Or grow, for an ATOM OF DUST, too bold!

THE END

BY SUSAN PINDAR. Now ready, a New Edition.

FIRESIDE FAIRIES; OR, CHRISTMAS AT AUNT ELSIE'S.

Beautifully illustrated, with Original Designs. 1 vol. 12mo. 75 cts., gilt ed. $1.

Contents.

The Two Voices, or the Shadow and the Shadowless. The Minute Fairies. I Have and O Had I. The Hump and Long Nose. The Lily Fairy and the Silver Beam. The Wonderful Watch. The Red and White Rose Trees. The Diamond Fountain. The Magical Key.

Though this is a small book, it is, mechanically, exceedingly beautiful, being illustrated with spirited woodcuts from Original Designs. But that is its least merit. It is one of the most entertaining, and decidedly one of the best juveniles that have issued from the prolific press of this city. We speak advisedly. It is long since we found time to read through a juvenile book, so near Christmas, when the name of this class of volumes is legion; but this charmed us so much that we were unwilling to lay it down after once commencing it. The first story,—"The Two Voices, or the Shadow and the Shadowless,"—is a sweet thing, as is also the one entitled, "The Diamond Fountain." Indeed, the whole number, and there are ten, will be read with avidity. Their moral is as pure as their style is enchanting.—Com. Adv.

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