LEARNING TO WALK.

Come, my darling, come away,
Take a pretty walk to-day;
Run along, and never fear,
I'll take care of baby dear;
Up and down with little feet,
That's the way to walk, my sweet.

Now you are so very near,
Soon you'll get to mother dear;
There, she comes along at last :
Here's my finger, hold it fast.
Now, one pretty little kiss,
After such a walk as this.

Taylor.

DRESSED OR UNDRESSED.

When children are naughty, and will not be dressed,

Pray what do you think is the way? Why, often I really think it is best

To keep them in night-clothes all day.

But then they can have no breakfast to eat,
Nor walk with their mother or aunt;

At dinner they'll neither have pudding nor meat,
Nor any thing else that they want.

Then who would be naughty, and sit all the day In night-clothes not fit to be seen?

And pray, who would lose their dinner and play For not being dressed neat and clean?

LITTLE STAR.

Good-night, little star;
I will go to my bed,
And leave you to burn,
While I lay down my head

On my pillow to sleep,
Till the morning light ;
When you will be fading,

And I shall be bright.

I'll never hurt a little dog,

But stroke and pat his head;
I like to see him wag his tail,
I like to see him fod.

Then I will never whip my dog, Nor will I give him pain; Poor fellow, I will give him food, - And he'll love me again.

GOOD-NIGHT.

Baby, baby, lay your head
On your pretty little bed;
Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
And the light are gone away;
All the clothes are tucked in tight,
Little baby dear, good-night.

MORNING.

Baby, baby, ope your eye,

For the sun is in the sky,

And he's peeping once again

Through the clear, bright window-pane ;

Little baby, do not keep

Any longer fast asleep.

POOR ROBIN.

One winter's day the wind blew high,

And fast came down the snow; A robin, much too weak too fly, Hopped in the yard below.

Jane threw him crumbs, and from that day, Her welcome guest he's been;

And often when the children play,

Sweet little Bob is seen.

THE CHILD IN THE MORNING.

Now I wake and ope my eyes,
For the sun is in the skies;
He has left his kingly bed,
Clouds of gold and rosy red,
And the earth is full of light
Beaming from his eyes so bright.
Little eyes must open too,
Little folks have work to do:
I must dress me quick and neat,
Nice and clean from head to feet;
Good cold water must not spare,
Brush my teeth and comb my hair;
Then kneel down and slowly say--
Thinking not of work or play,
But with fixed and earnest thought-
That dear prayer our Saviour taught;
Then think softly how to-day

I the Saviour can obey ;

How God's name can hallowed be,
And his will be done by me.
I must be a Christian child,
Gentle, patient, meek, and mild ;
Must be honest, simple, true,
In my words and actions too.