PRAISE FOR DAILY MERCIES.

WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,

How many poor I see!
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me!

Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God hath given me more;
For I have food, while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.

How many children in the street

Half-naked I behold;

While I am clothed from head to feet, And cover'd from the cold.

While some poor creatures scarce can tell
Where they may lay their head,

I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.

While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal,
Lord, I am taught Thy name to fear,
And do Thy holy will.

Are these Thy favours, day by day,

To me above the rest ?

Then let me love Thee more than they,
And try to serve Thee best.

WATTS.

CHEERFUL, little, chirping cricket!
Thank you for your serenade!
Gayly, lightly, all the evening,

You your fairy lute have play'd.

In some corner, dark and lonely,
All unseen, unfound you sing;
By your merry music only

Do we know you, happy thing!

So should I the lesson treasure,
Lone, like you, without a name;
Sing my song for others' pleasure,
Caring not for praise or fame.

LITTLE SONGS.

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, your little son;

Now kiss

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 ?

C