MORE ABOUT THE CUCKOO.

CUCKOO, Cuckoo,

What do you do?

In April

I open my bill,

In May

I sing night and day,

In June

I change my tune;

In July

Away I fly.

CUCKOO, cherry tree,

Come down and tell me,

How many years I have to live!

THE SONG OF THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE.

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.

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 blessed 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