e useless life I've led.

J. T.

Lazyland

Three travellers wandered along the strand,
Each with a staff in his feeble hand;
And they chanted low:
"We are go-o-o-
Ing slow-o-ow-
Ly to Lazyland.

"They've left off eating and drinking there;
They never do any thinking there;
They never walk,
And they never talk,
And they fall asleep without winking there.

"Nobody's in a hurry there;
They are not permitted to worry there;
'Tis a wide, still place
And not a face
Shows any symptom of flurry there.

"No bells are rung in the morning there,
They care not at all for adorning there;
All sounds are hushed,
And a man who rushed
Would be treated with absolute scorning there.

"They do not take any papers there;
No politicians cut capers there;
They have no 'views,'
And they tell no news,
And they burn no midnight tapers there.

"No lovers are ever permitted there;
Reformers are not admitted there;
They argue not
In that peaceful spot,
And their clothes all come ready-fitted there.

"Electricity has not been heard of there;
And steam has been spoken no word of there;
They stay where they are,
And a coach or a car
They have not so much as a third of there.

"Oh, this world is a truly crazy land;
A worrying, hurrying, mazy land;
We cannot stay,
We must find the way--
If there is a way--to Lazyland."

[Illustration: Two Donkeys.]

[Page 69--Laziness Land]

[Illustration: Lazy Willie getting out of Bed.]

Lazy Willie

Oh! Willie is a lazy boy,
A "Sleepy Head" is he,
"Wake up!" his little sister cries,
"Wake up and talk to me."

The birds are singing in the trees,
The sun is shining bright,
But sleepy Willie slumbers on
As though it yet were night.

Oh! lazy boys will never grow
To clever manhood, you must know,
So lift your eyelids, sleepy head,
Wake up, and scramble out of bed.

The Lazy Boy

The lazy boy! and what's his name?
I should not like to tell;
But don't you think it is a shame,
That he can't read or spell.

He'd rather swing upon a gate,
Or paddle in a brook,
Than take his pencil and his slate,
Or try to con a book.

There, see! he's lounging down the street,
His hat without a brim,
He rather drags than lifts his feet--
His face unwashed and gr