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The Bright and Morning Star! The Prince of Peace!
The Friend of Sinners! The Lamb of God!

Jesus Christ!* the only Name under Heav'n,
Giv'n among men, whereby we can be saved.

ON BRICK MAKING.

You who have seen how bricks are made
Will like to hear about the trade;
I'll therefore think of all I know,
And try to tell it plain and slow.

Where clay with greatest ease is found,
The lab'rers dig it from the ground;
'Tis then mix'd roughly up with sand,
And ashes, too, we understand.

Moisten'd with water-then they beat
And stamp it well with both their feet;
Or poor blind Peggy, in the mill,
Must work to make it smoother still.

Then in a shape, they call a mould,
They put as much as it will hold :
Some moulds are large, and others deep,
Yet each will serve the clay to keep.

One person stands to take the clay,
And pass it from the mill away;
Another puts it in the shape,

And watches well that none escape.

But first of all, he shakes some sand
Within the mould with ready hand;
Or else, perhaps, the clay would stick,
And that, alas! would spoil the brick.

This done-he scrapes them clean and fair,
And drops them lightly here and there;
Then, on the barrow, lifts his load,
And thinks his labour well bestow'd.

*Acts, chap. iv. v. 12.

The board, on which the bricks are laid,
Is call'd a pallet by the trade;

'Tis thick and long, and very stout,
Or else, indeed, 'twould soon wear out.
But off this board the bricks must go,
All rang'd exactly in a row;

Then cover'd well with straw so high,
They stand to settle and to dry.

They next are piled up, straight and right,
Within a kiln of greater height,

That so the fire its work may do

And burn the bricks quite through aud through.

The cinders of a coal call'd brees

Are mostly us'd in works like these ;
When lighted well, they burn for days,
And give great heat without a blaze.
The bricks will differ in their shade,
Just as the clay of which they're made :
Some are more fit for use than show,-
Some white,—some red; but this you know.
Two inches and a half-so thick
You'll find the size of ev'ry brick;
Four inches broad and one half more,-

Nine inches long, near half a score.

ON FLAX.

As John and his Teacher were walking one day
Through the fields, they observed two sacks

Which seem'd to be full-but of what they couldn't say'Till told they contain❜d seed of flax.

"Of flax!" exclaim'd John,

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why I've often heard tell,

"A most useful plant this to be;

That sheeting, fine linen, and cambric, as well,
"Are produc'd from it; how, I can't see."

Now John appear'd anxious instruction to gain,
As good children most frequently do;
And if

you will strive it in mind to retain, What his Teacher told him I'll tell you.

In Ireland, abundance of flax may be found,
And this is the way they proceed;

When flax is grown up, at the top, almost round,
Are vessels containing the seed.

When these are quite ripe, the men pull up the flax,
And lay them in heaps 'till quite dry;

They then take out the seed, which they put into sacks,
But the stalks throw in water close by.

And there they remain 'till they rot; tho' the smell
Is very offensive, I'm told;

But when taken out, they're with mallets beat well,
Clean wash'd, comb'd by hand, and then sold.
Dame Curtis, who lives on the side of the hill,
Her children and neighbours all round,
Will spin it to thread yarn, by using a wheel;
Very few of them idle are found.

These bundles of yarn to the weaver are sent,
Who sings, while his shuttle he throws;
And, after much labour and time has been spent,
Produces the linen we use.

To whiten this, next, to the bleacher it goes,
Who, with water and drugs mix'd aright,
Will wet it, and then day and night it expose
'Till the air makes it dry, and look white.

Some seed's kept for sowing, some's sent to the mill,
From which linseed oil is soon prest;

With this oil the painters their bottles will fill;
Cakes, for cattle, are made with the rest.

ON RAIN.

The falling rain will us detain
From getting out to play;

But why complain-by this we gain
A lesson more to-day.

The drops are small, and quickly fall
To fertilize the ground;

Then round the wall, so fresh and tall,

The plants and flowers are found.

The clouds that fly along the sky
Are full of watery store,

And to supply the earth when dry,
Thus out their showers pour.

Wise men agree, that from the sea
The vapours chiefly rise,
When once set free, unseen they flee,
And gather in the skies.

When vapours freeze by slow degrees,
They fall in fleecy snow;
But hail is rain congeal'd again
When dropping down below.

THE SENSE OF SEEING.

The Lord is good, who gave to me
The Sense of Sight, for I can See;
I stand and look, and See you all,
Likewise the Texts upon the Wall;
I See my Hands, I See my Feet,
I See my Food, before I eat;
I See the Wall, I See the Door,
I See the Glass, I See the Floor;
I See the Key, I See the Lock,
I See the String, I See the Clock ;
I See the Stool, I See the Chair,
My Master and my Mistress there;
When I go out, I See the Sky,

The Cocks and Hens, and Birds that fly;
I See the House, I See the Street,
I See the Fruit, so nice and sweet;
I See the Grass, I See the Tree,
I See the Flower, I See the Bee;
I See the Horse, I See the Cow,
I See the Dog, I See the Sow;
I See the Colours all around,
Above my Head, and on the Ground;
1 See the Sun, I See the Light,

Oh! praise the Lord, who gave me Sight.

THE SENSE OF HEARING.

My Ears how useful they are found,
By which I Hear all kinds of sounds;
I Hear the Clock tick loud and well,
I Hear the sound of our School Bell;
When Master plays his Flute I hear,
Which sounds to me both sweet and clear;
I Hear you stamp upon the Floor,
I Hear the knocking at the Door;
I Hear you clap, I Hear you walk,
I Hear you sing, I Hear you talk;
I Hear you laugh, I Hear you cry,
I Hear you sneeze, I Hear you sigh;
I Hear the Cow, for she can low,
I Hear the Wind when it doth blow;
I Hear the Ass, for he can bray,
I Hear the Bird sing on the spray;
I Hear the Sheep, for they do bleat,
I Hear the Cries about the Street;
I Hear the Music, soft or loud,
I Hear the Thunder in the Cloud;
How useful, then, this Sense is found,
By which I Hear all kinds of Sound;
"Twas God who gave this Sense to me,
That I might Hear, as well as See.

COMPARISONS.

How brittle is glass, and how slipp❜ry is ice,
A shadow how fleet, and a bubble how thin;

So brittle, so slipp'ry, so fleet, in a trice,

Are the joys of the world, and the pleasures of sin.

How bright is the sun, and how pure is the light,
How firm is the rock, and how wide is the sea;

More full, and more firm, and more pure, and more bright,
Are the blessings, dear Jesus, revealed by thee.

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