She thought it was beautiful in the book,
And the lesson home to her heart she took;
She walked on her way with a trusting grace.
And a dovelike look in her meek young face.
Which said just as plain as words could say,
The Holy Bible I must obey;

So, mamma, I'll be kind to my darling brother.
For "little children must love each other."

I am sorry he's naughty, and will not play.
But I'll love him still, for I think the way
To make him gentle and kind to me,
Will be better shown, if I let him see
I strive to do what I think is right:
And thus, when we kneel in prayer to-night.
I will clasp my arms about my brother,
And say, "Little children, love one another."

The little girl did as her Bible taught,
And pleasant indeed was the change it wrought;
For the boy looked up in glad surprise,
To meet the light of her loving eyes:
His heart was full-he could not speak,
But he pressed a kiss on his sister's cheek,
And God looked down on the happy mother,
Whose "little children loved one another."

Oh Susey, stop a moment, dear,
You don't know where I've been;
Oh, such a wretched, dismal sight,
I'm sure you've never seen.

I've been with mother to a house
Where they are all so poor;

I gave them all my purse contained,
And only wished 't was more.

A woman very pale and thin-
A widow too, she said-

And six young children, none of whom
This day had tasted bread;

And not a single spark of fire

This bitter, freezing day:

Now, was there e'er a sadder sight,
Dear Cousin Susey, say?

Three little ones tried to keep warm
In a poor wretched bed;

So cold was one the mother held,
I surely thought 't was dead.

Could you have seen how glad they looked,
When mother sent for wood,

And bread and meat enough for all,
Susey, 't would do you good.

SUSEY.

I have a dollar here, dear Bell,
Pa gave me yesterday;

I'll give it them: come, go with me,
We'll run there all the way.

I'd rather make a sad heart smile
Than buy a doll, I'm sure;
Indeed, it must be very hard
Such sorrow to endure.

God made them poor-he made us rich, The wealth is all his own;

It was for them as well as us

The Saviour left his throne.

Let us henceforth save something, Bell,
To help the suffering poor,
And for God's bounty to us both
His blessed name adore.

THE SETTING SUN.

Dear John, the sun is setting now,
Behold him in the west;

And all the children now must soon
Lie down and go to rest.

In other countries far away,
The day begins to break;

And many a child and many a bird
Will soon be wide awake.

But when the sun comes round again,
And rises in our east,

Then evening will begin with them,

And they to bed will haste.

How very good in God it is,

To make the sun to go

All round this great round world of ours, To light each country so.

SUN, MOON, AND STARS.

The moon is very fair and bright,
And also very high;

I think it is a pretty sight

To see it in the sky:

It shone upon me as I lay,

And seemed almost as bright as day.

The stars are very pretty too,

And scattered all about;

At first there seems a very few,

But soon the rest come out :
I'm sure I could not count them all,
They are so very bright and small.

The sun is brighter still than they,
He blazes in the skies;

I dare not turn my face that way,
Unless I shut my eyes:

Yet when he shines our hearts revive,
And all the trees rejoice and thrive.

God made and keeps them every one
By his great power and might;
He is more glorious than the sun
And all the stars of light:

Yet, though so great, we, by his grace,
If pure in heart, shall see his face.