FAMILY CONCORD.

WHATEVER brawls disturb the street,
There should be peace at home;
Where sisters dwell, and brothers meet,
Quarrels should never come.

Birds in their little nests agree,
And 'tis a shameful sight,
When children of one family

Fall out, and chide, and fight.

Hard names at first, and threat'ning words, That are but noisy breath,

May grow to clubs and naked swords,

To murder and to death.

The devil tempts one mother's son
To rage against another;

So wicked Cain was hurried on
Till he had kill'd his brother.

The wise will let their anger cool,
At least before 'tis night;

But in the bosom of a fool
It burns till morning light.

Pardon, O Lord! my childish rage,
Our little brawls remove:

That as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may all be love.

WATTS.

PUSSY-CAT lives in the servants' hall,
She can set up her back, and purr;
The little mice live in a crack in the wall,
But they hardly dare venture to stir;

For whenever they think of taking the air,
Or filling their little maws,

The Pussy-cat says, "Come out, if you dare;
I will catch you all with my claws."

Scrabble, scrabble, scrabble, went all the little mice,

For they smelt the Cheshire cheese;

The pussy-cat said, "It smells very nice,
Now do come out, if you please."