"And for the fruits and flowers "For in the fields of heaven Thou shalt roam with me at wil, And of bright fruits celestial Thou shalt have, dear child, thy fill!" Thus tenderly and kindly The fair child Jesus spoke; And, full of careful musings, The anxious mother woke. And thus it was accomplished:- And thus he spoke in dying:— "And in his hand he beareth Bright flowers as white as snow, And red and juicy strawberries,Dear mother, let me go!" He died—but that fond mother Her sorrow did restrain, For she knew he was with Jesus, And she asked him not again! THE BROKEN DOLL.-Miss Lamb. AN infant is a selfish sprite; In pleasing more than only one, He laughs, and thinks it a fine joke, That he our new wax-doll has broke. Anger will never teach him better; We will the spirit and the letter Of courtesy to him display, By taking in a friendly way These baby frolics, till he learn True sport from mischief to discern. Reproof a parent's province is; That followed instant on his cheek, Only perchance for half a day,- BLINDNESS. - Miss Lamb. Is a stage-coach, where late I chanced to be, Her mind seemed busy on some childish thought. 1, with an old man's courtesy, addressed The child, and called her pretty, dark-eyed maid, And bid her turn those pretty eyes, and see The wide-extended prospect. "Sir," she said, "I cannot see the Her child was sightless. On a fine, bright day, "I'll do it when 't is day-light, if you please; A NEGRO'S SONG. VERSIFIED BY THE FROM PARK'S TRAVELS IN AFRICA. DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE. THE loud wind roared, the rain fell fast, CHORUS. The white man shall our pity share; The storm is o'er, the tempest past, CHORUS. Go, white man, go; but with thee bear MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY.-Maru with A STORY OF THE OLDEN TIME. "ARISE, my maiden, Mabel," "Arise, my little maiden, "And thou must carry with thee "And tell the dear old body, This day I cannot come, For the good man went out yester-morn, And he is not come home. "And more than this, poor Amy Upon my knee doth lie; I fear me, with this fever-pain The little child will die! "And thou canst help thy grandmother; The table thou canst spread; Canst feed the little dog and bird; And thou canst make her bed. C |