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MY LITTLE DOLL, ROSE.

HAVE a little doll, and I take care of her clothes,
She has soft flaxen hair, and her name is Rose;
She has pretty blue eyes, and a very small nose,
And a cunning little mouth, and her name is Rose.

I have a little sofa where my dolly may repose,
Or sit up like a lady; and her name is Rose.

My doll can move her arms, and stand upon her toes;
She can make a pretty courtsey, my dear little Rose.

How old is your dolly? Very young, I suppose,
For she cannot go alone, - my pretty little Rose;

Indeed I cannot tell, for no one knows.

How beautiful she is, my darling little Rose.

Dear creatures, they do all they can,

And are content with snow.

Ann.

And rabbits, they do naught but play,
And feed on tender clover;

They frisk and eat the livelong day,
And sleep when that is over.

Both.

Then we would be the good reindeer,
Because he is so kind.

If useful, we need never fear,
But friends and food we'll find.

OUR NATIONAL BIRTHDAY.

́OU bid me speak, sir, of the day we celebrate. Surely,

where, in the annals of mankind, in ancient or modern times, can we find a day like that, on which, after centuries of preparation, — upon the illustrious theatre of a vast continent, hidden for thousands of years from the rest of mankind, a group of feeble colonial dependencies, by one authentic and solemn act, proclaimed themselves to the world an independent confederacy of sovereign States!

I repeat, sir, that on the Fourth of July, 1776, a deed, which not France, nor England, nor Rome, nor Greece, can match in all their annals, was done at Philadelphia, in Independence Hall. Let Philadelphia guard that Hall as the apple of her eye. Let time respect, and violence spare it. Let every stone, and every brick, and every plank, and every bolt, from the foundation to the pinnacle, be sacred. Let the rains of heaven fall softly on the roof, and the winds of winter beat gently at the door. Let it stand to the end of time, second only to Mount Vernon, as the sanctuary of American patriotism.

Let generation on generation of those who taste the blessings of that great Declaration, pay their homage at the shrine, and deem it no irreverence, as they kneel in gratitude to the Providence which guided and inspired the men who assembled therein, to call its walls salvation and its gates praise.

[This may be recited by a little boy holding the star-spangled banner in his hand, and his comrades joining in the chorus.]

THIS is our flag, and may it wave
Wide over land and sea!

Though others love a different flag,
This is the flag for me.

CHORUS. And that's the flag for all our land,

We will revere no other,

And he who loves the symbol fair,
Shall be to us a brother.

America's the land we love,

Our broad, fair land so free,

And, school-mates, wheresoe'er I go,
This is the flag for me.

CHORUS.

These glorious stars and radiant stripes
With youthful joy I see,

May no rude hand its beauty mar,
This is the flag for me.

CHORUS.

On many a battle-field, alas!

Our banner now must be;
But torn, or pierced by rebel balls,
This is the flag for me!

CHORUS.

God speed our bright, star-spangled flag,
Where'er the battle be!-

I cannot fight, but I can choose,
And that's the flag for me.

CHORUS.

H

THE POPPY.

IGH on a bright and sunny bed,

A scarlet poppy grew;

And up it held its staring head,

And held it out to view.

Yet no attention did it win,

By all these efforts made,
And less offensive had it been
In some retired shade.

For though within its scarlet breast
No sweet perfume was found,
It seemed to think itself the best
Of all the flowers around.

From this I may a hint obtain,

And take great care indeed,

Lest I should grow as pert and vain
As is this gaudy weed.