You're warm beside the hearth,
They're cold outside the door.
Forget not now, 'mid frost and snow,
Dear child, to "Help the poor."

CHILD'S OWN BOOK,

THE CANARY.

Look, you little thoughtless Mary,
You've forgotten poor canary;
I will tell you, as a warning,

How I found your bird this morning.
He'd no water for his need-

He had not a single seed.
Ere by you he had been fed,

He might have been cold and dead;
You and Jane play'd ball, my dear,
While your bird was starving here.

Let my words not be in vain,
For I will not speak again:

Next time dickey's found, my daughter,
Without seed, or without water,
I shall-mark, now, what I say-
I shall take him quite away,

For I do not wish that he

Thus should die through cruelty.

CHILD'S OWN BOOK.

On, what can little hands do

To please the King of Heaven? The little hands some work may try To help the poor in misery

Such grace to mine be given.

Oh, what can little lips do

To please the King of Heaven ? The little lips can praise and pray, And gentle words of kindness say— Such grace to mine be given.

Oh, what can little eyes do

To please the King of Heaven?
The little eyes can upward look,
Can learn to read God's holy book-
Such grace to mine be given.

Oh, what can little hearts do

To please the King of Heaven? The hearts, if God His Spirit send, Can love and trust their Saviour FriendSuch grace to mine be given.

Though small is all that we can do
To please the King of Heaven,
When hearts and hands and lips unite,
To serve the Saviour with delight,
They are most precious in His sight-
Such grace to mine be given.

STIRLING TRACTS.

PRETTY bee, pray tell me why
Thus from flower to flower you fly,
Culling sweets the livelong day,
Never leaving off to play?

Little child, I'll tell you why
Thus from flower to flower I fly :
Let the truth thy thoughts engage,
From thy youth to riper age.

Summer flowers will soon be o'er; Winter comes-they bloom no more: Fairest days will soon be past; Brightest suns will set at last.

Little child, now learn of me:
Let thy youth thy seed-time be;
Then when wintry age has come,
Richly bear thy harvest home.

SONGS FOR LITTLE ONES.

MORNING PRAYER.

I THANK Thee, Lord, for quiet rest,
And for Thy care of me;

Oh let me through this day be blest,
And kept from harm by Thee.

Oh take my naughty heart away,
And make me clean and good!
Lord Jesus, save my soul, I pray,
And wash me in Thy blood!

Oh let me love Thee! kind Thou art,
To children such as I:

Give me a gentle, holy heart;

Be Thou my friend on high.

Help me to please my parents dear,
And do whate'er they tell;

Bless all my friends, both far and near,

And keep them safe and well.

SONGS FOR LITTLE ONES.