O, poor little robin, so cold and so wet,
Say, what are you doing to-day?

The winter has come, and now what will you eat,
And where are you going to stay?

Your nest is so open, so cold, and so poor,
You never can live there again;

O come, pretty robin, come into our door,

And hide from the snow and the rain. We've clean beds to sleep on, and water to drink, And things very nice for your food;

Come, come, pretty robin, O how can you think To fly off again in the wood?

The bird will not listen; but children young, That are hungry, or cold, or wet,

May share in my cottage, and join in my song, And they shall have plenty to eat.

Hastings' "Nursery Songs."

LITTLE THINGS.

Little drops of water,

Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
And the pleasant land.

Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

Thus our little errors

Lead the soul away

From the path of virtue,
Off in sin to stray.

Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Make our earth an Eden,

Like the heaven above.

Little sister, come away,
And let us in the garden play,
For it is a pleasant day.

But the fruit we will not pick;
That would be a naughty trick,
And very likely make us sick.

Nor will we pluck the pretty flowers
That grow about the beds and bowers,
Because, you know, they are not ours.

And much I hope, we always may
Our very dear mamma obey,
And mind whatever she may say.

POLLY AND RUBY.

My little Canary
I carried one day
To visit Poll Parrot,

So bright and so gay.

Poll Parrot was glad
To see my Canary,

And she said, "Now you've come,
We'll try to be merry.

"I can't strike a tune;
But if you'll begin,

I think, without doubt,
That I can join in."

So Ruby began,

And sang loud and clear;

But Polly's attempts

Did sound very queer.

Then said little Ruby,

"My dear cousin Poll, Your efforts in singing Are nothing at all.

"You can whistle and talk,

As you sit and swing;

But I would advise you

Never to sing."

DOLLY GOING TO SLEEP.

There, go to sleep, Dolly, in mother's own lap; I've put on your nightgown and neat little cap: So sleep, pretty baby, and shut up your eye; Bye-bye, little Dolly, lie still and bye-bye.

Now I'll lay my clean handkerchief over your head,

And then make you think that my lap is your

bed;

So hush, little dear, and be sure you don't ery: Bye-bye, little Dolly, lie still and bye-bye.

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