"And for the fruits and flowers Which thou hast brought to me, "For in the fields of heaven Thou shalt roam with me at will, And of bright fruits celestial, Thou shalt have, dear child, thy fill!" Thus tenderly and kindly The fair child Jesus spoke ; And, full of careful musings, The anxious mother woke. And thus it was accomplished And thus he spoke in dying: - A coming down to me! "And in his hand he beareth Bright flowers as white as snow, And red and juicy strawberries,Dear mother, let me go!" He died, but that fond mother For she knew he was with Jesus, And she asked him not again! THE BROKEN DOLL.- Miss Lamb. An infant is a selfish sprite; But what of that? the sweet delight In pleasing more than only one, He laughs, and thinks it a fine joke, That he our new wax-doll has broke. Anger will never teach him better; We will the spirit and the letter Of courtesy to him display, By taking in a friendly way These baby frolics, till he learn True sport from mischief to discern. Reproof a parent's province is ; That followed instant on his cheek, Only perchance for half a day, BLINDNESS. - Miss Lamb. In a stage-coach, where late I chanced to be, Her mind seemed busy on some childish thought. I, with an old man's courtesy, addressed The child, and called her, pretty, dark-eyed maid, And bid her turn those pretty eyes and see The wide-extended prospect. "Sir," she said, "I cannot see the prospect, I am blind.” Her child was sightless. On a fine, bright day "I'll do it when 't is day-light, if you please; A NEGRO'S SONG. FROM PARK'S TRAVELS IN AFRICA. VERSIFIED BY THE DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE. THE loud wind roared, the rain fell fast, CHORUS. The white man shall our pity share; The storm is o'er, the tempest past, CHORUS. Go, white man, go; but with thee bear MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY. - Mary Howitt. A STORY OF THE OLDEN TIME. "ARISE, my maiden, Mabel," "Arise, my little maiden, "And thou must carry with thee "And tell the dear old body, For the good man went out yester-morn, "And more than this, poor Amy I fear me, with this fever-pain "And thou canst help thy grandmother; The table thou canst spread; Canst feed the little dog and bird; And thou canst make her bed. |