Graded Selections for Memorizing: Adapted for Use at Home and in School

XXIV.

BABY sleeps, so we must tread
Softly round her little bed,
And be careful that our toys
Do not fall and make a noise.

We must not talk, but whisper low;
Mother wants to work, you know,
That when father comes to tea,
All may neat and cheerful be.

XXV.

WHAT does little birdie say,
In her nest at peep of day?
"Let me fly," says little birdie,
"Mother, let me fly away."

"Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger."
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.

What does little baby say,
In her bed at peep of day?
Baby says, like little birdie,

"Let me rise and fly away."

For when I was a baby,

And could not speak or walk,
She laid me on her bosom,
And taught me how to talk.

I will not choose a noisy play,
Or trifling troubles tell;

But take my seat close by her side,
And try to make her well.

I must not tease my mother; I've heard dear father say, When I was in my cradle sick,

She nursed me night and day.

GRADED SELECTIONS FOR MEMORIZING.

She lays me in my little bed,

She gives me clothes and food
And I have nothing else to pay
But trying to be good.

GRADED SELECTIONS.

SECOND YEAR,

A MILLION little diamonds

Twinkled on the trees,

And all the little maidens said,

"A jewel, if you please!"

But while they held their hands outstretched,
To catch the diamonds gay,
A million little sunbeams came,
And stole them all away

II.

HEARTS, like doors, can ope with ease
To very, very little keys;

And don't forget that they are these:
"I thank you, sir" and, "If you please.'

Then let us watch these little things,

And so respect each other;
That not a word, or look, or tone

May wound a friend or brother.

III.

"WHAT are you good for, my brave little man? Answer that question for me, if you can."

Over the carpet the dear little feet
Come with a patter to climb on my seat;
Two merry eyes, full of frolic and glee,
Under their lashes looked up unto me;
Two little hands, pressing soft on my face,
Drew me down close in a loving embrace;
Two rosy lips gave the answer so true,

"Good to love you, mamma,-good to love you." -Emily Huntington Miller.

IV. BIRDIE'S SECRET,

"I KNOW Something, but I sha'n't tell,

'Cause the mother-bird whispered it just to me, What she'd hidden away in the top of the tree.

"I know something, but I sha'n't tell,-
Of something nice, and soft, and warm,
To shelter the darlings from cold and storm.

"I know something, but I sha'n't tell,
And by and by, when the birdies are old,-
Oh, dear me! I've gone and told!"

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