So do, mamma, tell me at once, and you 'll see What a good, very good little child I shall be, To try and remember my A, B, C, D. Taylor.

THE BLIND BOY.

"Dear Mary," said the poor blind boy,
"That little bird sings very long;
Say, do you see him in his joy,
And is he pretty as his song?"
"Yes, Edward, yes," replied the maid,
"I see the bird on yonder tree;"
The poor boy sighed, and gently said,
"Sister, I wish that I could see.

"The flowers, you say, are very fair,

And bright green leaves are on the trees, And pretty birds are singing thereHow beautiful for one who sees.

"Yet I the fragrant flowers can smell, And I can feel the green leaf's shade, And I can hear the notes that swell

From those dear birds that God has made.

"So, sister, God to me is kind,

Though sight to me he has not given; But tell me, are there any blind

Among the children up in heaven ?"

Come, come, mister peacock, you must not be proud,

Although you can boast such a train; For many a bird far more highly endowed Is not half so conceited and vain.

Let me tell you, gay bird, that a suit of fine

clothes

The nightingale certainly wears a plain coat, But she cheers and delights with her song; While you, though so vain, cannot utter a note To please by the use of your tongue.

The hawk cannot boast of a plumage so gay, But piercing and clear is her eye;

And while you are strutting about all the day,
She gallantly soars in the sky.

The dove may be clad in a plainer attire,
But she is not so selfish and cold;

And her love and affection more pleasure inspire,

Than all your fine purple and gold.

So you see, mister peacock, you must not be proud,

Although you can boast such a train; For many a bird is more highly endowed, And not half so conceited and vain.

See

THE LITTLE BOY.

me, I am a little boy
Who loves to go to school;
And though I am not very old,
I'll prove I am no fool.

For I can count one, two, three, four,

Say one and two make three; Take one away, and two remain, As you may plainly see.

Twice one are two, twice two are four,

And six is three times two;

Twice four are eight, twice five are ten, And more than this I do:

For I have learned some little songs
About the doy and cat;

And sing them very sweetly too,
And to beat time I pat.

I know that A does stand for Ape,
For Apple, and for All;
That B does for a Bottle stand,
A Baker, and a Ball.

C stands for Cake and Cooper too,
D for my pretty Dog;

E Eagle is, our country's arms,
And F it stands for Frog.

I know there are two sorts of things:
One sees, and feels, and loves;
The other only stands stock still,

Nor hears, nor sees, nor moves.

But better still, I learn that God
Made all things that I see;

He made the earth, he made the sky,
And he made you and me.

I WILL BE GOOD TO-DAY.

"I will be good, dear mother,"
I heard a sweet child say;
"I will be good; now watch me-
I will be good all day.”

She lifted up her bright young eyes,
With a soft and pleasing smile;
Then a mother's kiss was on her lips,
So pure and free from guile.

And when night came, that little one,
In kneeling down to pray,
Said, in a soft and whispering tone,
"Have I been good to-day?"

Oh, many, many bitter tears

"T would save us, did we say,

Like that dear child, with earnest heart,

"I will be good to-day."

The Child's Paper.