THE LITTLE BOY'S GOOD NIGHT.

THE sun is hidden from our sight,
The birds are sleeping sound;
'Tis time to say to all, "Good night!"
And give a kiss all round.

Good night! my father, mother dear,

Now kiss your little son;

Good night! my friends, both far and near, Good night to every one.

Good night! ye merry, merry birds,
Sleep well till morning light;
Perhaps if you could sing in words,
You would have said, "Good night!"

To all my pretty flowers, good night!
You blossom while I sleep;

And all the stars that shine so bright,
With you their watches keep.

;

The moon is lighting up the skies,
- The stars are sparkling there
'Tis time to shut our weary eyes,
And say our evening prayer.

ELIZA LEE FOLLEN.

WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S NEST?

To-WHIT! to-whit! to-whee!

Will you listen to me?
Who stole four eggs I laid,
And the nice nest I made?

Not I, said the cow, moo-oo!
Such a thing I'd never do ;

I

gave you a whisp of hay,

But didn't take your nest away.
Not I, said the cow, moo-oo!
Such a thing I'd never do.

Bob-o-link! Bob-o-link!
Now, what do you think?
Who stole a nest away
From the plum-tree to-day?

Not I, said the dog, bow-wow!
I wouldn't be so mean, I vow;
I gave the hairs the nest to make,
But the nest I did not take.
Not I, said the dog, bow-wow!
I wouldn't be so mean, I vow.

Coo, coo! Coo, coo! Coo, coo!

Let me speak a word too.

Who stole that pretty nest
From little Robin Redbreast?

Not I, said the sheep; oh, no!
I wouldn't treat a poor bird so;
I gave the wool the nest to line,
But the nest was none of mine.
Baa, baa, said the sheep; oh, no!
I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.

Now, what do you think!

Who stole a nest away
From the plum-tree to-day?

Coo, coo! Coo, coo! Coo, coo!
Let me speak a word too.

Who stole that pretty nest
From little Robin Redbreast ?

Caw, caw cried the crow,
I should like to know
What thief took away

A bird's-nest to-day?

Chuck, chuck! said the hen,
Don't ask me again;
Why, I haven't a chick
Would do such a trick.
We all gave her a feather,
And she wove them together;
I'd scorn to intrude

On her and her brood.
Chuck, chuck! said the hen,
Don't ask me again.

Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr !
We will make a great stir!
Let us find out his name,
And all cry, for shame!

"I would not rob a bird,"
Said Little Mary Green;
"I think I never heard
Of anything so mean."
""Tis very cruel, too,"

Said Little Alice Neal; "I wonder if he knew

How sad the bird would feel?"

A little boy hung down his head,
And went and hid behind the bed;
For he stole that pretty nest
From little Robin Redbreast;
And he felt so full of shame,
He did not like to tell his name.

HYMNS AND RHYMES.