I'll tell him we always must try to please God,

And never be cruel nor rude,

For God is the Father of all living things,
He cares for and blesses the good.

When little Samuel woke,

And heard his Maker's voice,
At every word He spoke,

How much did he rejoice.

O blessed, happy child, to find
The God of heaven so near and kind.

If God would speak to me,
And say he was my friend,
How happy I should be,

Oh how should I attend.

The smallest sin I then should fear,
If God Almighty were so near.

And does he never speak?

yes; for in his word

He bids me come and seek

The God that Samuel heard.
In almost every page I see,
The God of Samuel calls to me.

THE POOR FAMILY.

I saw an old cottage of clay
And only of mud was the floor,
"T was all falling into decay,
And snow drifted in at the door.

Yet there a poor family dwelt,

In a cottage so dismal and rude; And though keenest hunger they felt They'd scarcely a morsel of food. The children were crying for bread, And to their poor mother would run"O give us some breakfast," they said; Alas, their poor mother had none.

He followed her to school one dayThat was against the rule;

It made the children laugh and play, To see a lamb at school.

So the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
And waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear.

Then he ran to her, and laid
His head upon her arm,

As if he said, I'm not afraid,

You'll keep me from all herm.

THE LITTLE BEGGARS.

Two beggars are at the door, mamma,
Two beggars are at the door,
A beggar-boy and a beggar-girl,
And the wind is biting, at every whirl,
Their feet all naked and sore.

Oh, hasten and bring them in, mamma,
Oh, hasten and bring them in,

And let them sit by the fire so warm,

For they have been out in the cold, cold storm, And their clothes are tattered and thin.