The pretty sheep gives you the wool from

his sides,

To make you a jacket to use;

The goat or the calf must be stripped of their hides,

To give you these nice little shoes.

And then the shy beaver contributes his share, With the rabbit, to give you a hat,

For this must be made of their delicate hair; And so you may thank them for that.

All these I have mentioned, and many more too,

Each willingly gives us a share;

One sends us a hat, and another a shoe,
That we may have plenty to wear.

Then as the poor creatures thus suffer to give.
So much for the comfort of man,

I think 'tis but right, that as long as they live We should treat them as kind as we can.

Taylor.

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BE CAREFUL IN PLAY.

your play be very careful

Not to give another pain;
And if others hurt or tease you,
Never do the like to them.

If a stone were thrown upon you,
And should hit your head or eye,
Don't you know 't would hurt you sadly,
Don't you think 't would make you cry?

Never throw a stone or brickbat, Though you see no creature near; "Tis a dangerous, naughty practice, you little ones should fear.

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God will love the child that's gentle,
And who tries to do no wrong:
You must learn then to be careful,
Now while you are very young.

HAPPY CHILDREN.

If little children love to pray,
And keep their temper all the day,
And never speak a wicked word,
Whatever language they have heard

Or if they struggle hard and pray,
To drive all naughty thoughts away;
Then they'll be happy all day long
As wild birds in their morning song.

WORK AND PLAY.

Those children who are all the day Allowed to wander out,

And only waste their time in play, Or running wild about;

Who do not any school attend,

But trifle as they will,

Are almost certain in the end
To come to something ill.

There's nothing worse than idleness
To lead them into sin;

'Tis sure to end in wretchedness, In poverty, and pain.

Sometimes they learn to lie and cheat,
Sometimes to steal and swear:
These are the lessons in the street
For idle children there.

A GOOD NAME.

Children, choose it, Don't refuse it, "Tis a precious diadem;

Highly prize it,

Don't despise it,

You will need it when you're men.

Love and cherish,

Keep and nourish,

'Tis more precious far than gold; Watch and guard it,

Don't discard it,

You will need it when you're old.

BOY AND LARK.

Who taught you to sing,
My sweet pretty birds?

Who tuned your beautiful throats?

You make all the woods
And the valleys to ring,
You bring the first news
Of the earliest spring,

With your loud and silvery notes.

It was God, said a lark,

As he rose from the earth;
He gives us the good we enjoy :

He painted our wings,
He gave us our voice,
He finds us our food,
He bids us rejoice-
Good-morning, my beautiful boy!