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turned him out.

EVENING HYMN.

Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me;
Bless thy little lamb to-night;
Through the darkness be thou near me,
Watch my sleep till morning light.

All this day thy hand has led me,
And I thank thee for thy care;
Thou hast clothed and warmed and fed me;
Listen to my evening prayer:

Let my sins all be forgiven,

Bless the friends I love so well;
Take me, when I die, to heaven,
Happy there with thee to dwell.

and

MARY LUNDIE DUNCAN.

THE VIOLET.

Down in a green and shady bed

A modest violet grew;

Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
As if to hide from view;

And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colors bright and fair;

It might have graced a rosy bower
Instead of hiding there.

Yet there it was, content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused a sweet perfume
Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see,
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.

LESSON XIII.

JANE TAYLOR.

Review. What is a,hymn? Why is Jesus called a shepherd? Describe the violet. In what kind of places does it grow? What lesson may we learn from it? Who is the author, etc.

THE CHICKEN'S MISTAKE.

A little downy chick one day
Asked leave to go on the water,

Where she saw a duck with her brood at play,
Swimming and splashing about her.

Indeed, she began to peep and cry,
When her mother wouldn't let her,
"If the ducks can swim there, why can't I?
Are they any bigger or better?"

Then the old hen answered, "Listen to me,
And hush your foolish talking;

Just look at your feet, and you will see
They were only made for walking."

But chicky wistfully eyed the brook,
And didn't half believe her,

For she seemed to say, by a knowing look,
Such stories couldn't deceive her.

And as her mother was scratching the ground
She muttered lower and lower,

"I know I can go there and not be drowned,
And so I think I'll show her.”

Then she made a plunge where the stream was deep,

And saw too late her blunder;

For she had hardly time to peep,

When her foolish head went under.

And now I hope her fate will show
The child my story reading,

That those who are older sometimes know
What you will do well in heeding;

That each content in his place should dwell,

And envy not his brother;

For any part that is acted well

Is just as good as another;

For we all have our proper spheres below,
And this is a truth worth knowing:
You will come to grief if you try to go
Where you never were made for going.

PHOEBE CARY.