1 Then he lifted his voice, but none to hear So he cover'd his head with his half-fledged wing, Ah! never more in that beautiful wood And for many a day no song of joy And thus, little children, from this you may learn How one little child may be The cause of sorrow which nought may remove In a loving family. You each have a home in a chosen tree, Your parents have lit it with love; Then cause not the shadow of grief to ascend, But seek for that wisdom that comes from on high, That heaven-born peace which the world cannot give, And your heavenly Father who dwelleth above He will send down the light of celestial love PUSSY CAT. PUSSY CAT lives in the servants' hall, For whenever they think of taking the air, The Pussy Cat says, "Come out if you dare; Scrabble, scrabble, scrabble, went all the little mice, For they smelt the Cheshire cheese; The Pussy Cat said, "It smells very nice, Now do come out if you please." "Squeak," said the little mouse; "squeak, squeak, squeak," Said all the young ones too; "We never creep out when cats are about, Because we are afraid of you." So the cunning old Cat lay down on a mat By the fire in the servants' hall: "If the little mice peep, they'll think I'm asleep ;" So, she rolled herself up like a ball. "Squeak," said the little mouse, "we'll creep out, That silly old Cat is asleep on the mat, Nibble, nibble, nibble, went the little mice, And they licked their little paws; Then the cunning old Cat sprang up from her mat, PREPARING FOR SUNDAY. Come, bring to me your Noah's Ark, Now, take your Sunday pictures down; There is your hymn-book. You shall learn Which dear mamma will read to you: I think, although you must not play, We'll have a happy Sabbath-day.-M. L. Duncan. MISSIONARY HYMN. FROM Greenland's icy mountains, Roll down their golden sand; Their land from error's chain! What though the spicy breezes The gifts of God are strewn, Shall we, whose souls are lighted The lamp of life deny? The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name! Waft, waft, ye winds His story, It spreads from pole to pole; Bishop Heber. LITTLE BESSIE. "HUG me closer, closer, mother, "All the day, while you were working, As I lay upon my bed, I was trying to be patient, And to think of what you said: How the kind and blessed Jesus Loves His lambs to watch and keep; And I wish'd He'd come and take me In His arms that I might sleep. "Just before the lamp was lighted, Just before the children came; While the room was very quiet, I heard some one call my name. All at once the windows opened; In a field were lambs and sheep; Some from out a brook were drinking, Some were lying fast asleep. "But I could not see the Saviour, On a world so bright and fair, |