Oft we see the young beginner

Practise little pilfering ways, Till grown up a hardened sinner, Then the gallows ends his days.

Theft will not be always hidden,
Though we fancy none can spy;
When we take a thing forbidden,
God beholds it with His eye.

Guard my heart, O God of heaven,
Lest I covet what's not mine;
Lest I take what is not given,

FAMILY CONCORD.

WHATEVER brawls disturb the street,
There should be peace at home;
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet,
Quarrels should never come.

Birds in their little nests agree;

And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family

Fall out, and chide, and fight.

Hard names at first, and threat'ning words,

That are but noisy breath,

May grow to clubs and naked swords,

To murder and to death.

The devil tempts one mother's son
To rage against another;

So wicked Cain was hurried on

Till he had killed his brother.

The wise will let their anger cool,
At least before 'tis night;
But in the bosom of a fool
It burns till morning light.

Pardon, O Lord! our childish rage,

Our little brawls remove;

That as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may all be love.

THE SAVIOUR.

JESUS, who lived above the sky,
Came down to be a man and die;

And in the Bible we may see
How very good He used to be.

Watts.

He went about, He was so kind,
To cure poor people who were blind;
And many who were sick and lame
He pitied them and did the same.

And more than that, He told them too
The things that God would have them do;
And was so gentle and so mild,

He would have listened to a child.

But such a cruel death He died!

He was hung up and crucified!

And those kind hands that did such good,
They nail'd them to a cross of wood.

And so He died!-and this is why
He came to be a man, and die;
The Bible says He came from heaven,
That we might have our sins forgiven.

He knew how wicked man had been,
And knew that God must punish sin;
So, out of pity, Jesus said,

He'd bear the punishment instead.

Taylor.

THE BUTTERFLY IN THE CHURCH.

BUTTERFLY, butterfly, why come you here?
This is no bower for you;

Go, sip the honey-drop sweet and clear,
Or bathe in the morning dew.

This is the place to think of Heaven,

This is the place to pray;

You have no sins to be forgiven—
Butterfly, go away!