If a playmate take his playthings,
He must not rudely try

To snatch them back, but mildly ask,
Or meekly pass them by.

He hath asked to be made holy,
So he must strive all day
To yield his will to others' will,
His way to others' way.

No greedy thoughts dishonour
The Christian child at meals;
He eateth what God gives him,
And ever thankful feels.

When no human eye could see him,
He knoweth God is nigh;
And that darkness cannot cover him
From His all-seeing eye.

Again, when evening cometh,

The Christian child will pray,

And praise the Lord for blessings given
To him throughout the day.

Then his soul to God committing,
He quietly may sleep;

God and his angel hosts

Will watch around him keep.

God bless thee, little Christian ;
Be holy, humble, mild,
Obedient, truthful, diligent-
A truly Christian child.

God bless thee, little Christian!
And bid thou God bless me!
I've taught thee what the daily life

Of a Christian child should be.

N

THE BLIND BOY.

"DEAR MARY," said the poor blind boy,
“ That little bird sings very long;

Say, do you see him in his joy,
And is he pretty as his song?"

"Yes, Edward, yes," replied the maid,
"I see the bird on yonder tree;"
The poor boy sighed, and gently said—
"Sister, I wish that I could see.

"The flowers, you say, are very fair,

And bright green leaves are on the trees, And pretty birds are singing there,How beautiful for one who sees!

"Yet I the fragrant flowers can smell,

And I can feel the green leaf's shade,

And I can hear the notes that swell

From those dear birds that God has made.

"So, sister, God to me is kind,

Though sight to me He has not given;

But tell me, are there any blind
Among the children up in heaven?"

Ere long disease its hand had laid

On that dear boy, so meek and mild;

His widow'd mother wept and pray'd
That God would spare her sightless child.

He felt her warm tears on his face,
And said, "Oh! never weep for me;

I'm going to a brighter place,

Where GOD my SAVIOUR I shall see.

And you'll be there, kind Mary, too;
But, mother, when you get up there,
Tell me, dear mother, that 'tis you:

You know I never saw you here."

He spoke no more, but sweetly smiled,
Until the final blow was given,

When God took up that poor blind child,

And open'd first his eyes in heaven.

TRY AGAIN.

'Tis a lesson you should heed,

Try, try, try again.

If at first you don't succeed,

Try, try, try again.

Then your courage should appear;

For if you will persevere,

You will conquer, never fear;
Try, try, try again.

Once or twice, though you may fail,
Try, try, try again;

If at last you would prevail,

Try, try, try again ;

If we strive, 'tis no disgrace
Though we may not win the race.
What should we do in that case?-
Try, try, try again.

If you find your task is hard,

Try, try, try again;

Time will bring you your reward:
Try, try, try again.

All that other people do,

Dr. Hawkes.

Why, with patience, should not you?

Only keep this rule in view—

Try, try, try again.

THE HEN AND HER DUCKS.
THERE was a little hen,

Very small and thick,

And this little hen
Never had a chick.

But in the straw, one day,
She began to scratch,
And four eggs she did lay,
Some young ones to hatch.

The farmer heard her cluck,
And he thought it best
To put the eggs of a duck
Into Biddy's nest.

And soon the hen marched out

With a pretty young brood,

But what she led about

She never understood.

Proud was the little Biddy,

When she called "Chuck! chuck!"

She did not know, the niddy,

A chicken from a duck.