Sleep, Oh sleep, my darling boy—
Wake, to-morrow, fresh and strong;
'Tis thy mother sits beside thee,
Singing thee an evening song.
Lullaby, sweet lullaby!

Taylor.

GOOD CHARLOTTE.

"Mamma, my head," poor Anna said, "So very badly aches;

Tell sister there, I cannot bear

The tiresome noise she makes."

"I'm sure," said Charlotte, "if I'd known, Dear sister, you were ill,

I would have read, or drawn, instead,
And have remained quite still."

DO RIGHT.

I love to do right,

And I love the truth;
And I'll always love them,
While in my youth.

And when I grow old,

And when I grow gray,
I will love them still,

Depart who may.

LEARNING TO WALK.

Come, my darling, come away,
Take a pretty walk to-day;
Run along, and never fear,
I'll take care of baby dear;
Up and down with little feet,
That's the way to walk, my sweet.

Now you are so very near,
Soon you'll get to mother dear;
There, she comes along at last:
Here's my finger, hold it fast.
Now, one pretty little kiss,
After such a walk as this.

Taylor.

DRESSED, OR UNDRESSED.

When children are naughty, and will not be dressed,

Pray what do you think is the way? Why, often I really think it is best

To keep them in night-clothes all day.

But then they can have no breakfast to eat,
Nor walk with their mother or aunt;
At dinner they'll neither have pudding nor meat,
Nor any thing else that they want.

Then who would be naughty, and sit all the day
In night-clothes not fit to be seen?

And pray, who would lose their dinner and play For not being dressed neat and clean?

LITTLE STAR.

Good-night, little star;
I will go to my bed,
And leave you to burn,

While I lay down my head

On my pillow to sleep,

Till the morning light;
When you will be fading,
And I shall be bright.

I'll never hurt a little dog,

But stroke and pat his head; I like to see him wag his tail, I like to see him fed.

Then I will never whip my dog,
Nor will I give him pain;
Poor fellow, I will give him food,
And he'll love me again.

GOOD-NIGHT.

Baby, baby, lay your head
On your pretty little bed;

Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
And the light are gone away;

All the clothes are tucked in tight,
Little baby dear, good-night.

MORNING.

Baby, baby, ope your eye,
For the sun is in the sky,

And he's peeping once again

Through the clear, bright window-pane;

Little baby, do not keep

Any longer fast asleep.

POOR ROBIN.

One winter's day the wind blew high,

And fast came down the snow;

A robin, much too weak to fly,

Hopped in the yard below.

Jane threw him crumbs, and from that day,

Her welcome guest he's been;

And often, when the children play,

Sweet little Bob is seen.