So he stayed, and he stayed, and we loved him, As we could not have loved another;

Do you want to know what his name is?

Our little baby speaks not,
Save with her pleading eyes;
Her fingers' earnest claspings,
Her eager, plaintive cries.

Yet many a holy lesson
Our baby teaches me;
How dear the little teacher!
How sweet her lessons be!

She tells me what is prayer:
Not words, or sounding speech;
But just the spirit wrestling
As best its wants may teach.

She tells me not to slacken
Nor cease my earnest cry,
Until the needful blessing
Be granted from on high.

She tells me how confiding
A child-like soul may rest,
Trusting the sleepless watchings
Of Him who loves us best.

These, and many other lessons
Our baby teaches me;

How dear the little teacher!

How sweet her lessons be!

ANON.

IS IT YOU?

There is a child, a boy or girl,—

I'm sorry it is true,

Who doesn't mind when spoken to:

Is it? it isn't you!

O no, it can't be you!

I know a child, a boy or girl,

I'm loth to say I do,

Who struck a little playmate child :
Was it? it wasn't you!

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I hope that wasn't you!

I hope that such are few,

Who told a lie; yes, told a lie!

Was it? it wasn't you!

It cannot be 'twas you!

There is a boy-I know a boy,-
I cannot love him though,

Who robs the little birdies' nests;
Is it? it can't be you!

That bad boy can't be you!

A girl there is, a girl I know, -
And I could love her too,

But that she is so proud and vain ;
Is it? it can't be you!

That surely isn't you!

MRS. GOODWIN.

THE ROBIN-REDBREASTS.

Two robin-redbreasts built their nests

Within a hollow tree;
The hen sat quietly at home,

The cock sang merrily;

And all the little young ones said:

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'Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."

One day (the sun was warm and bright,
And shining in the sky)
Cock-robin said: "My little dears,

'Tis time you learned to fly; And all the little young ones said, "I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."

I know a child, and who she is
I'll tell you by and by,-

When mamina says "Do this," or "that,"
She says: "What for?" and "Why?"
She'd be a better child by far
If she would say: “I'll try."

AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES.

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GOOD MORNING.

"O, I am so happy!" a little girl said, As she sprang, like a lark, from her low trundle-bed;

""Tis morning, bright morning: good morn

ing, papa.

O give me one kiss for good morning, mamma: Only just look at my pretty canary,

Chirping his sweet good morning to Mary.

The sun is peeping straight into my eyes,— Good morning to you, Mister Sun, for you rise Early to wake up my birdie and me,

And make us as happy as happy can be."

"Happy you may be, my dear little girl;" And the mother stroked softly each clustering curl:

"Happy you can be; but think of the One

Who wakened, this morning, both you and the

"Mamma, may I say Good morning' to God?"

"Yes, little darling one, surely you may; Kneel, as you kneel every morning to pray." Mary knelt solemnly down, with her eyes Looking up earnestly into the skies;

And two little hands that were folded together, Softly she laid on the lap of her mother: "Good morning, dear Father in heaven," she

said;

"I thank Thee for watching my snug little bed;
For taking good care of me all the dark night,
And waking me up with the beautiful light.
O keep me from naughtiness all the long day,