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"Up, up," cries the wakeful Cock, "Did you not hear the village clock ? I have been up for an hour or more, Crowing aloud at the stable door; Dobbin has gone with the boy to plough, Betty has started to milk the cow; Sure there is plenty for all to do,

And all are up, young friends, but you."

"Up, up," cries the soaring Lark, "Only sleep, my young friend, in the dark.

Oh, let it never, never be said

You wasted the morning hours in bed;

K

Out of the window glance your eye,
And see how blue is the morning sky;
Open the casement, your slumber spare,
And smell how fresh is the morning air."

"Up, up," cries the busy Sun,

"Is there no work, little friend, to be done? Are there no lessons to learn, I pray,

That you

lie dozing the hours away?
Who would give light to the world below,
If I were idly to slumber so?

What would become of the hay and corn,
Did I thus waste the precious morn ? "

"Up, up," cries the buzzing Bee,
"There's work for you, as well as for me;
Oh, how I prize the morning hour,
Gathering sweets from the dewy flower;
Quick comes on the scorching noon,
And darksome night will follow soon;
Say, shall it chide for idle hours,
Time unimproved, and wasted powers ?"

RHYMES WORTH REMEMBERING.

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THE MERRY FLY.

My merry little fly, play here,

And let me look at you;

I will not touch you, though you're near, As naughty children do.

I see you spread your pretty wings,
That sparkle in the sun;

I see your legs-what tiny things;
And yet how fast they run!

You walk along the ceiling now,
And down the upright wall:
I'll ask mamma to tell me how
You walk and do not fall.

'Twas God that taught you, little fly,
To walk above the ground,
And mount above head so high,
my
And frolic round and round.

I'll near you stand, to see you play;
But do not be afraid:

I would not lift my little hand
To hurt what God has made.

MARY LUNDIE DUNCAN.

CHRIST'S EXAMPLE.

JESUS CHRIST, my Lord and Saviour,
Once became a child like me!
Oh that in my whole behaviour,
He my pattern still may be.

All my nature is unholy,

Pride and passion dwell within; But the Lord was meek and lowly, And was never known to sin.

Lord, assist a feeble creature,

Guide me by Thy word of truth;

Condescend to be my teacher,

Through my childhood and my youth.

INFANT'S MAGAZINE.

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GOD is in heaven!

Can He hear

A little prayer like mine?

Yes, thoughtful child, thou need'st not fear,

He listens unto thine.

God is in heaven!

Can He see

?

When I am doing wrong

Yes, that He can; He looks at thee
All day and all night long.

God is in heaven! Would He know

If I should tell a lie ?

Yes, though thou saidst it very low,

He'd hear it in the sky.

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