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Baby, now tell,
Why do you love your mother so well ?

The baby said, “ Oh!
And
you

not know?
She keeps me from harm,
Holds me soft on her arm;
And if I am ill,
Watches over me still ;
Gives me good things to eat,
And kisses so sweet;
And is kindest to me,

Of all that I see ;
And that is the reason I love her so well;
How dearly, how dearly, I never can tell !”

LITTLE Susy.

OUR SAVIOUR'S GOLDEN RULE.

BE
you

to others kind and true,
As you'd have others be to you ;
And neither do nor say to men
Whate'er you would not take again.

WATTS.

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HASTE! put your playthings all away,
To-morrow is the Sabbath-day.
Come, bring to me your Noah's ark,
Your pretty tinkling music-cart;
Because, my love, you must not play,
But holy keep the Sabbath-day.

Bring me your German village, please,
With all its houses, gates, and trees ;
Your waxen doll with eyes of blue,
And all her tea-things, bright and new;
Because, you know, you must not play,
But love to keep the Sabbath-day.

Now take your Sunday pictures down;
King David with his harp and crown,
Good little Samuel on his knees,
And many pleasant sights like these ;
Because, you know, you must not play,
But learn of God

upon

this day.

There is your hymn-book. You shall learn
A verse, and some sweet kisses earn;
Your book of Bible stories, too,
Which dear mamma will read to you;
I think, although you must not play,
We'll have a happy Sabbath-day.

MARI L. DUNCAN.

FOR A VERY LITTLE CHILD UPON GETTING

WELL.

I TIANK the Lord who lives on high,

He heard an infant pray,
And cured me, that I should not die,

And took my pains away.
Oh let me thank and love Thee too,

As long as I shall live;
And every naughty thing I do,

I pray Thee to forgive!

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THERE is a happy land,

Far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand,

Bright, bright as day.
Oh how they sweetly sing,
“ Worthy is our Saviour King;
Loud let his praises ring;

Praise, praise for aye.”

Come to that happy land,

Come, come away!
Why will ye doubting stand,

Why still delay?

Oh, we shall happy be,
When, from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with thee,

Blest, blest for aye.

Bright, in that happy land,

Beams every eye ;
Kept by a Father's hand,

Love cannot die.
Oh, then to glory run,
Be a crown and kingdom won;
And bright, above the sun
We reign for aye.

SONGS FOR LITTLE ONES.

THE FLY.

The fly about the candle gay

Dances with thoughtless bum;
But short, alas ! his giddy play-

His pleasure proves his doom.
The child, in such simplicity,

About the bee-hive clings,
And with one drop of honey, he

Receives a thousand stings.

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