"Well now," thought the hare, when she open'd her eyes,

     "For the race,—and I soon shall have done it;"

     But who can describe her chagrin and surprise,

     When she found that the

      tortoise

     had won it!

     Thus plain plodding people, we often shall find,

     Will leave hasty confident people behind.

      A milkmaid

     , who poized a full pail on her head,

     Thus mused on her prospects in life, it is said:

     "Let's see—I should think that this milk will procure

     One hundred good eggs, or fourscore to be sure.

     "Well then—stop a bit,—it must not be forgotten,

     Some of these may be broken, and some may be rotten;

     But if twenty for accidents should be detach'd,

     It will leave me just sixty sound eggs to hatch'd.

     "Well, sixty sound eggs—no; sound chickens, I mean;

     Of these some may die—we'll suppose seventeen—

     Seventeen!—not so many—say ten at the most,

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