A bird of low degree;

But I know the Father loves me,
Have you less faith than me?

THE CHILD'S PAPER.

MR. NOBODY..

I know a funny little man,

As quiet as a mouse,

Who does the mischief that is done
In everybody's house.

There's no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree,

That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody.

"Tis he who always tears our books,
Who leaves the door ajar; a
He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
And scatters pins afar.

That squeaking door will always squeak,
For, prithee, don't you see,

We leave the oiling to be done
By Mr. Nobody?

He puts damp wood upon the fire,
That kettles cannot boil;

His are the feet that bring in mud,
And all the carpets soil.

The papers always are mislaid;
Who had them last, but he?
There's no one tosses them about
But Mr. Nobody.

The finger marks upon the doors
By none of us are made;

We never leave the blinds unclosed,
To let the curtains fade.

The ink we never spill; the boots
That lying round you see,

Are not our boots! They all belong
To Mr. Nobody!

RIVERSIDE MAGAZINE.

SUPPOSE!

Suppose, my little lady,

Your doll should break her head; Could you make it whole by crying Till your eyes and nose are red?

And wouldn't it be pleasanter

To treat it as a joke,

And say you're glad " 'twas Dolly's, And not your head that broke! "

Suppose you're dressed for walking, And the rain comes pouring down, Will it clear off any sooner

Because you scold and frown? And wouldn't it be nicer

For you to smile than pout, And so make sunshine in the house, When there is none without?

Suppose your task, my little man,
Is very hard to get;

Will it make it any easier
For you to sit and fret?
And wouldn't it be pleasanter
Than waiting like a dunce,

To go to work in earnest,

And learn the thing at once?

Suppose that some boys have a horse,
And some a coach and pair;
Will it tire you less while walking,
To say "it isn't fair?"

And wouldn't it be nobler

To keep your temper sweet,

And in your heart be thankful

You can walk upon your feet?

And suppose the world don't please you,
Nor the way some people do,-
Do you think the whole creation
Will be altered just for you?
And isn't it, my boy or girl,
The wisest, bravest plan,

Whatever comes, or doesn't come,

To do the best you can?

PHOEBE CAREY.

IF I WERE A SUNBEAM.

If I were a sunbeam,

I know what I'd do:

I would seek white lilies.
Rainy woodlands through;
I'd steal in among them;
Softest light I'd shed,
Until every lily

Raised its drooping head.

If I were a sunbeam,
I know where I'd go -

Into lowliest hovels,

Dark with want and woe:

Till sad hearts looked upward,
I would shine and shine!

Then they'd think of heaven,
Their sweet home and mine.

Art thou not a sunbeam,
Child, whose life is glad
With an inner radiance
Sunshine never had ?

O, as God hath blessed thee,
Scatter rays divine!

For there is no sunbeam

But must die or shine.

LUCY LARCOM.

MORNING SONG.

With the dawn awaking,
Lord, I sing thy praise;
Guide me to thee, making
Me to know thy ways.

All thy precepts keeping
Whole and undefiled,

Waking, Lord, or sleeping,
Let me be thy child.

GERMAN SONGS.