The clock strikes Twelve:
It's getting too late to toil and delve.

In quiet nights,

The mousie bites;

The clock strikes One:

May naughty dreams little cradles shun!

Little Bo-Peep

Is fast asleep;

The clock strikes Two:

May good girls be many-of naughty girls, few!

The wind it blows,

The cock he crows;

The clock strikes Three:

The ship sails quietly over the sea.

The horse says, "Neigh,"
He wants some hay;

The clock strikes Four:

The coach is standing before the door.

The hen cackles,

The duck quackles;

The clock strikes Six:

Time to get up, and pick mother some sticks.

The cook will bake

A nice little cake;

The clock strikes Seven:

Put on a pudding, and boil till eleven.

You shall be fed

With milk and bread;

The clock strikes Eight:

Come eat your breakfast, before it's too late!

LITTLE SUSY.

THE TURTLE-DOVE'S NEST.

VERY high in the pine-tree
The little turtle-dove

Made a pretty little nursery,
To please her little love.

She was gentle, she was soft,
And her large dark eye
Often turn'd to her mate,

Who was sitting close by.

"Coo," said the turtle-dove,

"Coo," said she;

"And I love thee."

In the long, shady branches
Of the dark pine-tree,
How happy were the doves
In their little nursery!

The young turtle-doves

Never quarrell'd in the nest;
For they dearly loved each other,
Though they loved their mother best.

"Coo," said the little doves,
"Coo," said she;

And they play'd together kindly
In the dark pine-tree.

Are you kind, are you gentle,
As children ought to be?
Then the happiest of nests-

Is your own nursery.

AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES.

Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark Thanks you for your tiny spark; He could not see which way to go If you did not twinkle so.