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TRUTH. ONCE there was a little boy,

With curly hair and pleasant eye; A boy who always spoke the truth,

And never, never told a lie.

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And when he trotted off to school

The children all about would cry, “There goes the curly-headed boy,

The boy who never tells a lie.”

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And everybody loved him so,

Because he always told the truth, That every day, as he grew up,

'Twas said, “ There goes the honest youth !** And when the people that stood near

Would turn to ask the reason why, The answer would be always this:

“ Because he never tells a lie."

THE COW.
THANK you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread,
Every day and every night,
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.

Do not chew the hemlock rank
Growing on the weedy bank ;
But the yellow cowslips eat,
They will make it very sweet.
Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.

IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF.
How doth the little busy bee

Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day

From every opening flower.
How skilfully she builds her cell ;

How neat she spreads the wax;
And labours hard to store it well

With the sweet food she makes.

In works of labour or of skill

I would be busy too;
For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.

In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let
my
first
years

be passed ;
That I may give for every day

Some good account at last.

Watts

A LITTLE CHILD'S EVENING HYMN.
JESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me,

Bless thy little lamb to-night;
Through the darkness be Thou near me,

Keep me safe till morning light.
Through this day Thy hand has led me,

And I thank Thee for thy care;
Thou hast warm’d and clothed and fed me :

Listen to my evening prayer.
Let my sins be all forgiven,

Bless the friends I love so well; Take me, when I die, to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell.

Mary Lundie Duncan.

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A LITTLE CHILD'S MORNING HYMN.

The morning bright,

With rosy light,
Has waked me from my sleep;

Father, I own

Thy love alone
Thy little one doth keep.

All through the day,

I humbly pray,
Be Thou my guard and guide;

My sins forgive,

And let me live,
Bless'd Jesus! near Thy side.

make Thy rest

Within my breast,
Great Spirit of all grace!

Make me like Thee,

Then shall I be
Prepared to see Thy face.

CRADLE SONG.
My dearest baby, go to sleep,
For now the bright round moon doth peep
On thy little snow-white bed,
And upon thy pretty head.
The silver stars are shining bright,
And bid my baby dear “Good night!”
And

every bird has gone to rest
Long since in its little nest.
The lambs no longer run and leap,
But by the daisies lie asleep;
The flowers have closed their pretty eyes
Until the sun again shall rise.

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