THE HAPPY CHILD. I was not born, as thousands are, And taught to pray a useless prayer I was not born a little slave, And wish I were but in the grave, I was not born without a home, Like some poor children, taught to roam My God, I thank Thee who hast plann'd A better lot for me, And placed me in this happy land, Where I may hear of Thee. Taylor. THE SPIDER AND THE FLY. "WILL you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly; “”Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I have many curious things to show when you are there.” "Oh, no, no," said the little Fly; "to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again." “I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin, And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!" Oh, no, no," said the little Fly;" for I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again who sleep upon your bed!" Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, "Dear friend, what can I do Το prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? "Oh, no, no," said the little Fly; "kind sir, that cannot be ; I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!" "Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day." The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den, For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again : So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly, Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing, "Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple, there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!" Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue Thinking only of her crested head-poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. EVENING PRAYER. ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, God grant me grace my prayers to say; In health and strength for many a year. And oh, preserve my father too, And oh, preserve my brothers, both THE WATCHMAN'S REPORT. Watchman, tell us of the night— Coleridge. Peace and truth, its course portends. Watchman, will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveller, ages are its own See, it bursts o'er all the earth. Watchman, tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Traveller, darkness takes its flight— Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman, let thy wandering cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveller, lo! the Prince of Peace Lo! the Son of God is come.-John Bowring. OBEDIENCE. LET children that would fear the Lord With reverence hear their parents' word, Have you not read what dreadful plagues To him that breaks his father's laws, What heavy guilt upon him lies! But those that worship God, and give Their parents honour due, Here on this earth they long shall live, THE THIEF. WHY should I deprive my neighbour 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving By such tricks to hope for gain: All that's ever got by thieving Have not Eve and Adam taught us Watts. |