I have a secret I would like We have four pretty little nests, Joe Thomson robbed the nest last year, I'll tell it loud as I can sing, Swallow and sparrow, lark and thrush, Will tell you just the same: To make us all so sorrowful, Oh, did you hear the concert We give it every morning Just as the clock strikes three. We praise our great Creator, Dear children, learn to praise Him too, Youth's Penny Gazette. ANNA'S RESOLUTION. Well, now I'll sit down, and I'll work very fast, For as mamma says, when my business is done, But for fear, after all, I should get at my play, And I'll not look to see what the kitten is doing, Nor yet think of any thing else but my sewing. I'm sorry I've idled so often before, But I hope I shall never do so any more: Mamma will be pleased when she sees how I mend, And have done this long seam from beginning to end. PRETTY BEE. Taylor. Pretty bee, pray tell me why Thus from flower to flower you fly, Never leaving off to play. Little child, I'll tell you why Thus from flower to flower I fly : Summer flowers will soon be o'er; Little child, now learn of me: I asked a sweet robin, one morning in May, Who sung in the apple-tree over the way, What 't was she was singing so sweetly about, For I'd tried a long time, but could not find out : "Why, I'm sure," she replied, "you cannot guess wrong; Don't you know I am singing a temperance song? "Teetotal-O that's the first word of my lay; And then don't you see how I twitter away? 'T is because I've just dipped my beak in the spring, And brushed the fair face of the lake with my wing. Cold water, cold water, yes, that is my song, And I love to keep singing it all the day long. "And now, my sweet miss, wont you give me a crumb; For the dear little nestlings are waiting at home? And one thing besides; since my story you've heard, I hope you'll remember the lay of the bird; And never forget, while you list to my song, All the birds to the cold-water army belong. E. P. Hood's Temperance Melodies. THE CHILD IN HEAVEN. A little child who loves to pray, Shall rise above the sky one day, And sing as angels do; Shall live in heaven, that world above, Where all is joy and peace and love. |