Show the way of the world when I 1 was a little hoy boy I 1 remember one cold winters morning morn I 1 iii was as accosted by a smiling man with an axe ase on his bis shoulder my pretty boy said he be has your lather a grin grindstone tone yes sir said 1 I you area fine little fellow said he will you you let me grind my ax on it pleased with his compliment of fine little fellow oh yes sir I 1 answered it is down donn in the sh shop and will you my man said he be patting me on the head get a little ht hot water PI how flow could I 1 refuse I 1 ran and soon brought a how old are you and your namer continued he without waiting for a reply 1 I am sure you are one of the finest lads that ever I 1 have seen will you just turn a few minutes for me ill tickled wilh the flattery like a fool I 1 went to work and bitterly did I 1 rue the day it was a new axe are and I 1 toiled and tugged till I 1 was almost tired to death the school bell rang and I 1 could not get away my hands bands were blistered and it was not half ground at length however the axe are was sharpened and the man turned to me with now you little rascal youve youe played the truant scud to school or rue it ita alas thought thong ht 1 I it was hard enough to turn a grindstone this cold day cut but now to be called a little rascal was too much it sank deep in my mind mid and often have I 1 thought of it since when I 1 see a merchant over polite to his customers begging them hem to take a little brandy and throwing his goods on the counter thinks 1 I that ina man has to grind when I 1 see a man flattering an axe the people making great professions of f attachment tach ment to liberty who is in privat elife a tyrant methinks look out good people that fellow would set you turning grindstones when I 1 seea see a man hoisted io into office by party spirit without a single to render him either resper reaper table or useful alas methinks deluded people you are doomed for a season to lorn jurn the grindstone for a looby |