Then came home again to his dear mother's cot, And joyfully gave her the wages he got. And oh, how she loved him! how great was her joy! To think her dear Jem was a dutiful boy : Her arm round his neck she would tenderly cast, And kiss his red cheek, while the tears trickled fast. Oh, then, was not little Jem happier far, Than naughty, and idle, and wicked boys are? For, as long as he lived, 'twas his comfort and joy, To think he'd not been an undutiful boy. The Ants' Nest. Ir is such a beautiful day, And the sun shines so bright and so warm, That the little ants, busy and gay, Are come from their holes in a swarm. All the winter together they sleep, But the snow is now melted away, Creeping out from their houses are seen. They've left us no room to go by, Sleepy Harry. I Do not like to go to bed, Oh, what a silly little fellow ! I should be quite ashamed to tell her; Then, Betty, you must come and carry This very foolish little Harry. The little birds are better taught, The little beggar in the street, Going to Bed. DOWN upon my pillow warm, And the rain, and wind, and storm, Many little children poor, Dear mamma, I'll thank you oft, I shall sleep till morning light, Idle Mary. Oн, Mary, this will never do! This work is sadly done, my dear, And such a little of it too, You have not taken pains, I fear. Oh no, your work has been forgotten, See, here are stitches straggling wide, The little girl who will not sew, One little Boy. I'm a little gentleman, Play, and ride, and dance I can : |