THE WORK-BAG.

Come here, I've got a piece of rag,
To make you such a pretty bag;
Indeed you will not often see
So nice a bag as this shall be.

And when it's done, I'll show you too
The other things I have for you:
This book's to put your needles in,
And that, you know, 's a pincushion.

And then you need not lose a minute,
But if you always keep them in it,
You never more will need to say,
"I wonder where they 're hid away!

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Pray, somebody, do try and look: My thimble's lost, and needle-book;" But then the pleasant sound shall be, "They 're in my work-bag-I shall see!"

Taylor.

Songs.

THE HONEST BOY.

Once there was a little boy

With curly hair and pleasant eye,
A boy who always told the truth,
And never, never told a lie.

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And when he trotted off to school,
The children all about would cry,
"There goes the curly-headed boy,
The boy that never tells a lie.”

And every body loved him so,
Because he always told the truth,
That every day, as he grew up,

'Twas said, "There goes the honest
youth."

And when the people that stood near,
Would turn to ask the reason why,
The answer would be always this,
"Because he never tells a lie."

VERY LITTLE THINGS.

Very little things are we,

Oh how mild we all should be;
Never quarrel, never fight,

That would be a shocking sight.

Just like pretty little lambs,
Softly skipping by their dams;
We'll be gentle all the day,
Love to learn as well as play.

The candles are lighted, the fire blazes bright, The curtains are drawn to keep out the

cold air;

What makes you so grave, little darling, tonight?

And where is your smile, little quiet one, where?

"Mamma, I see something so dark on the wall; It moves up and down, and it looks very

strange;

Sometimes it is large, and sometimes it is small;

Pray tell me what is it, and why does it change?"

It's only my shadow that puzzles you so; And there is your own close beside it, my love:

Now run round the room, it will go where you go;

When you sit 't will be still, when you rise it will move.

These wonderful shadows are caused by the light,

From fire and from candles, upon us that

falls;

Were we not sitting here all that place would be bright,

But the light can't shine through us, you know, on the walls.

And when you are out some fine day in the sun, I'll take you where shadows of apple-trees

lie;

And houses and cottages too, every one Casts a shade when the sun's shining bright

in the sky.

Now hold up your mouth and give me a

sweet kiss

Our shadows kiss too! don't you see it quite plain?

"Oh yes; and I thank you for telling me this: I'll not be afraid of a shadow again."

THE LORD'S PRAYER.

M. L. Duncan.

Our Father, our Father in heaven,
Be hallowed thy glorious name;
To thee let the kingdom be given,
Thy will we acknowledge supreme.
We would by thy bounty be fed,
By infinite mercy forgiven;
Nor into temptation be led,

Nor into sad evils be driven.

For thine is the kingdom, O Lord,
The power and the glory are thine;
Be for ever and ever adored,

On earth as in heaven divine.

Hastings' "Nursery Songs."

BE PLEASANT.

When little ones worry,
Their parents feel sorry,

And all who are near them are sad;