"I think you believe in preparing for work beforehand, don"t you, Uncle Giles?"
"Yes, indeed, that I do. It saves ever so much time when you have any work to do to have things all ready. What"s the matter, can"t you find the paint brush?"
"No, Uncle, and I"m sure that I saw it in its place not very long ago."
This reminded Uncle Giles that neighbor Jones had borrowed the brush a few days previous and had not yet returned it.
"He promised to bring it home that day," said Mr. Bates, "but he"s not apt to do things promptly. I guess you"ll have to step over to his house and ask him if he"s through with it."
Rufus started off on the errand and soon, returned carrying the brush in a small tin pail, half-full of water.
"Mr. Jones is much obliged to you for the use of it," he said to his uncle, "and he"s sorry that he hasn"t had time to wash out the brush."
Mr. Bates looked rather annoyed. Accustomed to perfect order himself, he was often irritated by the slovenly ways of his neighbor.
"Then there"s nothing for you to do but repair damages as well as you can. What color of paint is in the brush?"
"Red, sir."
"And you want to use green. You"ll have to go to the house and get some warm soap-suds and give the brush a thorough washing."
Rufus found that he had plenty of occupation for some time after that.
The brush was soaked up to the handle in the bright red paint, and it was a work of patience to give it the necessary cleaning. Indeed, dinner time found him just ready to begin the task which might have been easily accomplished in the morning had it not been for that long delay.
After dinner he and Uncle Giles again repaired to the barn, where the elder cleaned harness while the younger painted.
"I think I begin to realize," said Rufus, "that your plan of having tools ready is a good one."
"Yes, it"s good, no matter what sort of work you"re going to do. I believe you wish to be a minister one of these days, don"t you, Rufus?"
"Yes, I think so now, Uncle."
"Then you are getting some of your tools ready when you are studying Latin and history and other things in school. And you are getting others ready when you read the Bible, and when you study your Sunday-school lesson, and when you listen to the preaching of your minister. You need to take pains to remember what you learn in these ways, for the good things in your memory will be the tools that you will have constant use for.
"I know a young man who is now studying for the ministry. I think he will succeed, for he is very much in earnest and he has natural ability, too. Yet he finds his task rather difficult, because he had no opportunity to study when he was younger. He has not been trained to think or to remember, and the work he is doing now is something like your washing the paint brush this morning. It must all be done before he can go on to anything better, and he regrets that it was not done at the proper time."
"I suppose that the moral for me is to improve my privileges."
"Yes, that"s just it. Improve your privileges by getting ready beforehand for the work of life. If the paint brush teaches you this lesson, you may be glad that you had to stop to get it clean."
The Pied Piper of Hamelin.
(_A Child"s Story._)
BY ROBERT BROWNING.
I.
Hamelin Town"s in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall on the southern side; A pleasanter spot you never spied; But, when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so From vermin, was a pity.
II.
Rats!
They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in their cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cooks" own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men"s Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women"s chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.
III.
At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: ""Tis clear," cried they, "our Mayor"s a noddy: And as for our Corporation--shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can"t or won"t determine What"s best to rid us of our vermin!
You hope, because you"re old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease!
Rouse up, Sirs! Give your brains a racking To find the remedy we"re lacking, Or, sure as fate, we"ll send you packing!"
At this the Mayor and Corporation Quaked with a mighty consternation.
IV.
An hour they sat in council, At length the Mayor broke silence: "For a guilder I"d my ermine gown sell, I wish I were a mile hence!
It"s easy to bid one rack one"s brain-- I"m sure my poor head aches again, I"ve scratched it so, and all in vain.
Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!"
Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door, but a gentle tap!
"Bless us," cried the Mayor, "what"s that?"
(With the Corporation as he sat Looking little though wondrous fat; Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister Than a too-long-opened oyster, Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous For a plate of turtle green and glutinous).
"Only a sc.r.a.ping of shoes on the mat Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!"
V.
"Come in!" the Mayor cried, looking bigger: And in did come the strangest figure!
His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red, And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin No tuft on cheek, nor beard on chin, But lips where smiles went out and in; There was no guessing his kith and kin!
And n.o.body could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire.
Quoth one: "It"s as if my great-grandsire, Starting up at the trump of Doom"s tone, Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!"
VI.
He advanced to the council-table: And "Please your honors," said he, "I"m able, By means of a secret charm, to draw All creatures living beneath the sun, That creep, or swim, or fly, or run After me so as you never saw!
And I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole and toad and newt and viper; And people call me the Pied Piper."
(And here they noticed round his neck A scarf of red and yellow stripe, To match with his coat of the self-same cheque; And at the scarf"s end hung a pipe; And his fingers, they noticed, were ever straying As if impatient to be playing Upon his pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled.) "Yet," said he, "poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of vampire-bats: And as for what your brain bewilders, If I can rid your town of rats Will you give me a thousand guilders?"
"One? Fifty thousand!" was the exclamation Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.
VII.
Into the street the Piper stept, Smiling first a little smile, As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while; Then, like a musical adept, To blow the pipe his lips he wrinkled, And green and blue his sharp eyes twinkled, Like a candle-flame where salt is sprinkled; And ere three shrill notes the pipe had uttered, You heard as if an army muttered; And the muttering grew to a grumbling; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling; And out of the houses the rats came tumbling-- Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, c.o.c.king tails and p.r.i.c.king whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives-- Followed the Piper for their lives.
From street to street he piped, advancing, And step for step they followed dancing, Until they came to the river Weser Wherein all plunged and perished, Save one who, stout as Julius Caesar, Swam across and lived to carry (As _he_, the ma.n.u.script he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was, "At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of sc.r.a.ping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press"s gripe: And a moving away of pickle-tub boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve cupboards And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of b.u.t.ter casks: And it seemed as if a voice (Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed) called out, "Oh, rats, rejoice!
The world is grown to one vast drysaltery!
So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!"
And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon, All ready staved, like a great sun shone Glorious scarce an inch before me, Just as methought it said, "Come bore me!"-- I found the Weser rolling o"er me."
VIII.