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, Guard my heart, O God of heaven, FAMILY CONCORD. WHATEVER brawls disturb the street, 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 So wicked Cain was hurried on Till he had killed his brother. The wise will let their anger cool, Pardon, O Lord! our childish rage, Our little brawls remove; That as we grow to riper age, THE SAVIOUR. JESUS, who lived above the sky, And in the Bible we may see Watts. He went about, He was so kind, And more than that, He told them too 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, And so He died!-and this is why He knew how wicked man had been, He'd bear the punishment instead. Taylor. THE BUTTERFLY IN THE CHURCH. BUTTERFLY, butterfly, why come you here? Go, sip the honey-drop sweet and clear, This is the place to think of Heaven, This is the place to pray; You have no sins to be forgiven— |