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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.

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 congeald 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 fiy; 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.


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 speeze, 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.


How brittle is glass, and how slipp’ry is ice,

A shadow how feet, 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.

Twice one are two, twice two are four;

And six are three times two;
Twice four are eight, twice five are ten,

And more than this I do.
For I san say some pretty rhymes

About the cow and cat;
And sing them very sweetly, too,

And to beat time, I pat.

I know that A does stand for ape,

For apple, and for all;
That B does for a bottle stand,

For baker, and for ball.
C stands for cake, and cooper too;

D for my pretty dog ;
E, Eagle is a bird of prey,

And F it stands for frog.
I know of substances, there's two,

One hears, and sees, and moves;
The other only stands stock still,

Nor hears, nor sees, nor loves. But, better still, I learn that God

Made all things that I see ; He made the earth-He made the sky,

And He made you and me.

THOUGHTS ON THE BIBLE. My Bible, best of books, you all excel ! You tell of God and heaven, of sin and hell! You point the way to life and endless bliss, But warn of hell, that dreadful dark abyss! You shew how I, by sin, from God have stray'd, And tell me, Christ for sin atonement made. O make me truly wise; to seek and know That God who life eternal can bestow. I'm sure, by craft of men, you ne'er were wrote: Good men or angels could not fraud promote; Nor would they base and wicked lies proclaim As God's command, and thus profane his name. Bad men, or devils, never would foretell Of sin, its dangers, its reward in hell;

Nor would they thus a holy life commend,
Which they dislike and cannot comprehend.
No, no, indeed! full plainly thus 'tis shewr.,
My Bible came from God, and God alone.


[ Tune-- Hythe. Then let me love my Bible more,

And take a fresh delight
By day to read these wonders o'er,

And meditate by night.


Little Jack, a poor sweep boy, was pacing the street,
With his bag on his back, but no shoes on his feet;
Full bent on his work, in each shop he would peep,
And cry to its owner,“ Sweep, Sweep, who wants Sweep ?”
Once, turning a corner, he heard a great rout,
Which he found came from school-boys, from school just turn'd out,
Who were playing at marbles, a favourite game,
When he popp'd down his bag just to look at the same.
Jack had not staid long when, close under the wall,
He spy'd out their school-books, both large ones and small;
He just took up one, when its owner cried out,
I say, Master Sooty, what are you about ?
No harm, cries poor Jack ; so he gave him a top
For a peep at his book, while at play he did stop;
The game being ended, Jack gave up the book,
And then said to the boy, see here, master, look !
Here's a nice bag of marbles, and gladly I'll pay
A marble each letter you teach me to say ;
Agreed, said the boy, Jack set to with glee,
And very soon learned the whole A B Č.
One day, as poor Jack came tripping apace
To meet his young friend he was not at the place;
I'll find him, says Jack, tho’I don't know his name
Which he very soon did, at his favourite game.
Jack waited awhile, but great was his pain
When he heard the boy say, I can't teach you again;
My father almost took a stick to my back,
You dirtied my book so, your hands were so black.

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