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."

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 hum;
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.

"LITTLE bird! little bird! come to me!
I have a green cage ready for thee;
Beauty-bright flowers I'll bring to you,
And fresh, ripe cherries, all wet with dew."

"Thanks, little maiden, for all thy care,But I dearly love the clear, cool air; And my snug little nest in the old oak-tree." "Little bird! little bird! stay with me."

Nay, little damsel; away I'll fly

To greener fields and a warmer sky.
When spring returns with pattering rain,
You will hear my merry song again."

"Little bird! little bird! who'll guide thee
Over the hills and over the sea?

Foolish one, come in the house to stay,
For I'm very sure you'll lose your way."

"Ah, no, little maiden! God guides me
Over the hills, and over the sea.

I will be free as the rushing air,
Chasing the sunlight everywhere.”

JUVENILE MISCELLANY.

THE BIBLE.

GREAT GOD, with wonder and with praise
On all Thy works I look ;
But still Thy wisdom, power, and grace,
Shine brightest in Thy book.

The stars that in their courses roll,
Have much instruction given;

But Thy good word informs my soul

How I

may

climb to Heaven.

WATTS.

Он, you silly little fly,

There's a spider watching nigh; You will soon be in his snare, Buzzing without heed or care.

There the little fly is caught By the spider, quick as thought; Lo! he binds and bites the fly: Silly creature, you must die.

Careless children, like the fly,
Do not think when danger's nigh;
Mind not what they do or say,
Thus becoming Satan's prey.