MARY had a little lamb,

Its fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.

He follow'd her to school one dayThat was against the rule;

It made the children laugh and play, To see a lamb at school.

So the teacher turn'd him out,
But still he linger'd near,
And waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear.

Then he ran to her, and laid
His head upon her arm,
As if he said, I'm not afraid;
You'll keep me from all harm.

"What makes the lamb love Mary so ?" The eager children cry.

"Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,”

The teacher did reply.

And you each gentle animal

In confidence may bind,

And make them follow at your will,

If you are only kind.

SONGS FOR CHILDREN.

ON GOING TO BED.

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,

I

pray the Lord my soul to take;

And this I ask for Jesus' sake.

INFANT'S MAGAZINE.

THE WORKS OF GOD.

GOD made the sky that looks so blue;
He made the grass so green;

He made the flowers that smell so sweet,
In pretty colours seen.

God made the sun that shines so bright,
And gladdens all I see;

It comes to give us heat and light:
How thankful should we be!

God made the pretty bird to fly;
How sweetly has she sung!
And though she flies so very high,
She won't forget her young.

God made the cow to give nice milk,
The horse for me to use;

I'll treat them kindly for His sake,
Nor dare His gifts abuse.

God made the water for my drink;
He made the fish to swim;

IIe made the tree to bear nice fruit:
Oh, how I should love Him!

TAYLOR.

THE SQUIRREL.

OH, there's the squirrel perch'd aloft,
That active little rover;

See how he whisks his bushy tail,
Which shadows him all over.

Now see him seated on the bough,
To crack his nuts at ease,

While blackbirds sing, and stock-doves coo,

Amid the neighbouring trees.

With cunning glance he casts around

His merry sparkling eye;

In yonder hazel by the brook,

Rich clusters he can spy.

And then he flies much more alert

Than butterfly or bee;

No lamb or kid is half so light,

So swift of foot as he.

SONGS FOR LITTLE ONES.

THE SPARROW AT THE WINDOW.

COME, give him, child, a breadcrumb,
For all the hills are bare-
No rustle in the cornfield,
No music in the air.

The flowers all are wither'd,
The leaves are lying dead,
And now the thriftless sparrow
Comes begging for his bread.

The merry little squirrel

Hath hoarded up his storeHe's nuts enough to last him Till summer comes once more.