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When I am bid, l'll freely bring

Whatever I have got;
Nor will I touch a pretty thing

If mother tell me not.

When she permits me, I may tell

About my pretty toys;
But if she's busy or unwell,

I must not make a noise.
For God looks down from heav'n on high,

Our actions to behold;
And He is pleas’d when children try

To do as they are told.

ON EARLY ATTENDANCE AT SCHOOL.

Come, sister, let us haste to school,
Or we shall break that happy rule;
For Teacher says, we should be there
By nine o'clock, the hour of pray’r.
'Tis almost nine, I must away,
I cannot stop to talk or play ;
I'll wash my face, and comb my hair,
And so get there in time for prayer.

There Jesus waits with smiling face,
To bless the little infant race;
Let us endeavour to be there
Every day in time for prayer.

THE CHELSEA INFANT SCHOOL,

This is the Chelsea* Infant School,
Where we're taught the happy rule ;
To love our God and parents kind,
And leave all useless things behind.

* Here the name of any school may be added.

In figures we take great delight,
We spell, and read, and sometimes write;
To sing, and march, we likewise learn,
And useful things come in by turn.

Besides, the girls they learn to sew,
Which is a useful thing, you know;
And still we have our time for play,
We run, and jump, and swing away.

But we must come with faces clean,
Our clothes all whole, fit to be seen ;
And only two-pence do we pay
Per week, for learning every day.

We also must attend to time,
Be there before, or just at nine ;
And in the afternoon, so true,
Be always in the school at two.

How thankful then I ought to be
To Master, who thus teaches me ;
And thank Subscribers, who, in turn,
All pay so much for me to learn.

Then let us all attention pay,
For all our kind instructors say ;
And pray that God would bless our school,
Its friends, and every infant rule.

INFANT SONGS.

SONG I.
Oh! who'd not love our Infant School,

Where taught by Teachers dear;
We read and pray, and sing and play,

How happy are we here.

Nor would we lie too late in bed,

And waste our hours in sleep;
But rise and pray, that God all day

Would us in safety keep.
Both face and hands we'll wash so clean,

And neatly comb our hair ;
Then haste away, without delay,

To be in time for prayer.
Thus, we should make our Teachers glad,

And we should happy prove;
For God would smile, and, ere awhile,

Call us to heav'n above.

SONG II. Sulks, sulks, begone, I prithee, begone from me; Begone, sulks, begone, I'll have nothing to do with thee. Oh, no, thou never shalt tarry here, My temper to hurt and destroy ; So prithee, sulks, haste, and begone, And leave me sweet peace to enjoy.

SONG III.

Oh! how pretty 'tis to see
Little children all agree !
Try to take the step with me,
Marching to the gallery.
Left foot-right foot-hands behind,
Be unto each other kind;
Love should always be the rule,
When at home, or at the school.
Oh! how pretty 'tis to see
Little children all agree,
While they sing their A B C,
Sitting in the gallery.

Now you're in the gallery,
Put your playthings all away ;
Fold your arms, and look at me,
And attend to what I say.

SONG IV.

See the preity humming bee,

Peeping into ev'ry flower ; Busy, active, little creature,

Working, toiling, every hour. 'Tis the bee that makes the honey,

That we eat upon our bread; Sucking out the sweetest juices

As she flies from bed to bed.

In the dew-bespangled meadow

See the pretty lambkins play ; With their curly milk-white fleeces,

How they sport about so gay. See, the maid is milking Colley,

How she wags about her tail ; Not a moment standing quiet,

I think she'll overset the pail. Hark, how merry Robert's whistling,

Following Smiler to the plough ; Little Chloe running after,

Joins the chorus--bow, wow, wow.

SONG V.
Very little things are we;
Oh, how mild we all should be !
Never quarrel, never fight,
This would be a shocking sight;
And would break a happy rule
Of our much-lov'd Infant School.

Just like little pretty lambs
Softly skipping by their dams,
We'll be gentle all the day,
Love to learn as well as play;
And attend to every rule
Of our much-lov'd Infant School.
In the winter, when 'tis mild,
We may run, but not be wild ;
But in summer we must walk,
And improve the time by talk;
Then we shall come, nice and cool,
To our much-lov'd Infant School.

SONG VI. March, march, march to the play-ground,

od S Boys,

3cm Hands behind, orderly, upright, and cheerfully; March, march, march to the play-ground,

s Boys,

con Left foot and right foot, so keep the step carefully.

Then we may laugh and play,
No naughty words we'll say ;
Quarrel, nor fight, but run round the trees, and sing;

Love one another,

Like sister and brother, And haste into school, when our Teacher the bell shall ring.

March, march, march, &c.

SONG VII.
See, how happy we are here!
Friends so kind, and Teachers dear;
Free from envy, care, and strife,
Is not our's a happy life?
Let us keep this rule in mind,
Left foot, right foot, hands behind;
Then, how pretty it will be,
Marching to the gallery.

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