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SIT UP, POMPEY.

THERE are few things more amusing than the remarks of a little girl, when she is schooling her doll, and trying to talk very wisely. The other day I overheard little Jessy Bennet begin an address of this kind to her doll, which she had seated on a chair for the express purpose of being scolded.

"Now, Miss Dolly," said she, putting on a most governess-like look, "it is high time that I took you in hand! I have told you, again and again, that if you did not behave better, you should be punished, What have you got to say for yourself?

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Did I not tell you to learn your book, Miss? and instead of that you have been wasting your time in idleness. I do not believe you can repeat a single line of your lesson. Who would grow up a dunce and be laughed at ?

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And did I not tell you to hem your handkerchief in a very neat way? Yet look at these stitches! Who would think that you had ever had a needle in your fingers before? Perhaps you may have to get your living at sewing, and what will you do then! Have you never seen any of my sewing? I am really ashamed of you.

"Now, Miss Dolly, I shall try you once more; and if, after all my pains, you do not mend, you must expect me to be very severe with you. There is really more trouble with you young people than a little."

Not more than an hour after this, on passing by a cottage, I saw another amusing this was no other than that of a little No. 96. DECEMBER, 1852.

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cottage girl making a dog sit up until she gave him the morsel of plain cake she held in her hand above his head.

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"Sit up, Pompey! Sit up!" said she, in a gentle tone of voice, holding up her bit of cake. The dog obeyed as promptly as if the order had been given by a commanding officer, and looked up at the morsel as wishfully as if it had been a mouthful. "Oh," thought I, "that we could all give our commands in as gentle a manner as that little maiden; and be as easily satisfied as that poor dog!"

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"Now mind, Pompey," continued the little girl; "you must sit quite still, and not so much as wag your tail, till I cry Snap!' and then you must catch the cake in your mouth."

Pompey sat as still as a statue, never taking his eyes from the bit of cake. If he had understood every word which had been spoken to him, he could not have behaved himself better. At last, the little maiden said " Snap!" and in the same moment Pompey caught the falling cake in his mouth, seemingly well satisfied with his reward.

So pleased was I, that I did not leave the place till the same thing had been repeated three or four times over. The whole affair was carried on so quietly, Pompey conducted himself so well, the little cottage girl was so gentle in her manner, and uttered the word Snap" so suddenly, that I hardly know when I have been more amused. It was one of those quiet, every-day scenes, that we do not half enough value.

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As I walked on, I could not but compare the harmless amusement of the little cottage girl with the barbarous sport in which some boys engage. How loveable is kindness! how hateful is cruelty

GOD'S HOLY DAY.

MARY'S mother valued the sabbath day very much, and she wished her little girl to love it as well as she did herself, and did everything she could to teach her to honour it and keep it holy. Every Saturday evening little Mary's

Noah's Ark and other playthings, with all her books that were not Sunday books, were carefully put away, and not taken out again till Monday morning. But do not think that little Mary was idle and unhappy all Sunday. Oh no; she had a great many things to make the time pass pleasantly. She could read in the Bible the histories of Joseph, and Samuel, and Daniel, and other holy children; and she had her favourite Pilgrim's Progress, and a great many other very nice books, which she could understand enough to enjoy very much and then she used to go to the house of God with her mother; and sometimes, if the sermon seemed rather long to the little girl, her kind mother would take her hand in hers, and Mary would forget that she had been tired.

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When little Mary grew up to have a class of her own at the Sunday-school, she used to like to hear the children say that pretty verse,

"This day belongs to God alone,

He chooses Sunday for his own
And we must neither work nor play,
Because it is the sabbath day."

One morning, two of her little scholars began pushing each other about, and seemed almost inclined to fight. Mary called them both to her, and told them to repeat that verse; and then asked them whether it could be right to fight on Sunday, when they had just said it was wrong either to work or play. She told them that there were six days in which they might both work and play, but not one day in which they might fight; and that God told them to do to others as they would that others should do to them. And so, as they would not

like to be pinched or scratched or knocked themselves, to take great care never to hurt each other. She hopes they attended to what she said, for they have not offended again in the same way.

One Sunday afternoon, when Mary was returning from the house of God the second time, she saw some little girls playing on the road. She knew they belonged to the Sundayschool, but she could not speak to them just

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A little while after, however, she had the opportunity of asking the eldest of them how long she thought Sunday lasted the girl looked ashamed, and most likely told her sisters that Sunday lasted all through the day; for Mary has not seen them playing on the road on Sundays since that time. Perhaps they used to fancy, that if they attended their school the first part of the day, the evening hours were all their own. But how much happier they would be, if they loved to give the whole of the day, as well as the whole of their hearts, to God; for he says, "I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me," Prov. viii. 17; Isa. lviii 13, 14.

THE LITTLE IRISH GIRL.

HONOR HERAGHTY's father was the richest farmer in the place in which he lived. When first she began to attend the Glenaneen school both her parents were living. She had been away from home for three years, during which

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