I WHAT I HATE. HATE to see a little girl That does not love to rise, And have the water, fresh and sweet, I hate to see her pretty dress I hate to see her, at her play- I hate to hear her tell a lie, What's not her own to take; And now I've told you what I hate, I WHAT I LOVE. LOVE to see a little girl Rise with the lark so bright; Bathe, comb, and dress, with cheerful face, Then thank the God of light. And, when she comes to meet mamma, So fresh, and neat, and clean, And asks a kiss from dear papa, That all who see her gentle look, And pretty actions, too, Will feel that she's a darliug child, These are the things I so much like; The meek and modest little girl T INDUSTRY. HERE are many good things to be gotten out of the earth. But men must plough and sow before they can reap, and plant before they can gather fruit. If they would have coals to burn, they must dig them; and metals from the mine, they must work hard to get and refine them. There are riches in the wide sea. But the net must be spread ere the fishes can be taken. The whale must be pursued into the far deep waters, to get the oil for our lamps, and the sperm candles, whose light is so pure. In the large cities are many buildings. But stones and timber, the bricks and boards, the iron and glass, of which they are made, were procured with toil; and the masons and joiners worked hard to put them together, and sometimes risked their lives upon high roofs and steeples. There is much knowledge in books. But learned men have labored to gather and put it there; and the papermaker, and the printer, and the binder, have worked hard tɔ prepare it. The young must study hard to obtain it, and to store it in their minds. It is so ordered in this world, that our good things are gained by industry and labor. It is our duty, and it is for our happiness, to make use of the powers, and to improve the time that God has given us. The idle are never happy. WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S NEST. O whit! To whit! To whee! Will you listen to me? Not I, said the cow, moo-oo! To whit! To whit! To whee! Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made? Bobolink! Bobolink! Now, what do you think? Not I, said the dog, Bow-wow! To whit! To whit! To whee! Bobolink! Bobolink! Now, what do you think? Coo-coo! Coo-coo! Coo-coo! Let me speak a word too, To whit! To whit! To whee! Who stole four eggs I laid, Now, what do you think? Coo-oo! Co0-00! Coo-oo! Caw! Caw! cried the crow, Cluck! cluck! said the hen, Don't ask me again! Why, I haven't a chick Would do such a trick, We all gave a feather, And she wove them together, I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Cluck! cluck! said the hen, Don't ask me again. Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr! I would not rob a bird, 'Tis very cruel too, Said little Alice Neal; How sad the bird would feel? A little boy hung down his head, He didn't like to tell his name. PART RECITATIONS FROM THE BIBLE. ART of the School. "Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors; Others. “And the King of Glory shall come in." One Scholar. "Who is this King of Glory?" All. "The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle." Part. "Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors;" Others. “And the King of Glory shall come in.” One. "Who is this King of Glory? " All. "The Lord of Hosts, He is the King of Glory." |