HEY, diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed

To see such fine sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

THE ROBIN. THE North wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then,

Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And to keep himself warm Will hide his head under his wing,

Poor thing!

FOUR corners to this bed,
Six angels round me spread ;
Two to pray, two to wake,
Two to guard me till daybreak.

And blessèd guardian angels keep
Me safe from danger while I sleep.

II.

I LAY me down upon my side,
And pray the Lord to be my guide
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG. An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked sixpence. “What,” said

• she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I will go to market and buy a little pig." As she was coming home she came to a stile: the piggie would not go over the stile.

She went a little further, and she met a dog. So she said to the dog, “Dog ! bite pig. Pig won't go over the stile, and I shan't get home to-night." But the dog would not.

She went a little further, and she came to a stick. So she said, “Stick! stick ! beat dog. Dog