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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Wee Wee Songs for Our Little Pets - -Author: Leila Lee - -Release Date: August 11, 2021 [eBook #66038] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Charlene Taylor, Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was - produced from images generously made available by The Internet - Archive/American Libraries.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WEE WEE SONGS FOR OUR LITTLE -PETS *** - - - [Illustration] - - - - - [Illustration: - - WEE WEE SONGS - FOR - OUR LITTLE PETS - - BY LEILA LEE. - - NEW YORK: - PUBLISHED BY BLAKEMAN & MASON, - 310 BROADWAY. - - 1859. - ] - -Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1858, by Henry V. Degen, in -the Clerk’s office of the District Court for the District of Massachusetts. - - - - - PREFACE. - - - Should an apology be needed for issuing a book of - poetry so very simple as “WEE-WEE SONGS,” it may - be found in the article entitled “Mother Goose,” on page - 7th. The desire expressed by Willie’s mother, - - “That those who love Jesus - Would oftener read - The sweet words he uttered, - My lambs, ye must feed.” - - has ever found a warm response in the heart of - - LEILA. - - - - - WEE-WEE SONGS - - FOR OUR LITTLE PETS. - - - - -MOTHER GOOSE. - - -“Mamma,” said our Sue, - “You sent me to-day, -Up stairs with the nurse - And Willie to play. - -“And I told her I thought - It was wicked and silly, -To say things like these - To our dear little Willy-- - -“‘Oh, hi-diddle, - Diddle, -The cat has the - Fiddle, -The cow has jumped - Over the moon, -The little dog laughed - To see all the sport, -And the dish ran away - With the spoon.’ - -“Nurse says she has found - The book of great use, -For children are pleased - To hear Mother Goose. - -“Now, is it not wrong - To tell them a lie? -If not, I am sure - I cannot see why.” - -“I think you are right,” - Her mother replied; -“Nurse must try to amuse him - With something beside. - -“But babies are pleased - With the jingle of rhyme, -And old Mother Goose - Has been used a long time. - -“We must find Wee-Wee Songs, - That are not quite so silly, -And buy them for nurse, - To amuse little Willy. - -“We give him, each day, - Fresh milk and sweet bread, -And his dear little mind - Must be properly fed. - -“’Tis not easy to find - Sweet thoughts, good and true, -In nursery rhymes; - I wish, my dear Sue, - -That those who love Jesus - Would oftener read -Those sweet words he uttered, - _My lambs_ ye must feed![1] - -“For this beautiful world, - So joyous and bright, -Has so many things - Of which poets might write. - -“The blue sky above us, - The flowers and the trees, -The warbling of birds, - And the hum of the bees. - -“These bright thoughts would give - Our darling great pleasure, -If written in simple, - And sweet-flowing measure. - - - - -SLEEP, DOLLY! - - -Do, Miss Dolly, - Shut your eye; - I will wake you - By and by. - -Wee-Wee Songs - I want to read; - You must go - To sleep indeed. - - You’re my little - Pet, ’tis true, - But I can not - Read to you; - - For you never - Seem to hear, - Tho’ I read quite - Loud and clear. - - Little songs are - Not for you; - Mind, I’ve told you - What to do! - - So, Miss Dolly - Shut your eye; - I will wake you - By and by. - - - - -WAKE, DOLLY! - - -Wee-Wee Songs - Are put away; -Dolly, wake, - ’Tis time to play! - -You have been - So good to-day -I am sure - You ought to play. - -Dolly, now - You must obey; -Wake, I say, - And come and play! - -Don’t you hear me - When I say, -Dolly, wake, - ’Tis time to play? - -Do you dare - To disobey -When I call, - Come out to play? - -Are you deaf, - My pet, to-day? -Then I’ll _lead_ you - Out to play. - - - - - -[Illustration] ELLA AND THE ROSES. - - -“What beautiful roses! Oh do, dear mamma, - Just pick one or two ere we go; -If the gardener were here he would not refuse - To give us some flowers, I know.” - -“The gardener’s _not here_,” her mother replied; - He asked us to _see_ his sweet flowers; -“I trust, my dear child, you would not wish to steal,-- - These roses, you know, are not ours. - -“Their beautiful fragrance you now can inhale, - Their lovely, bright colors enjoy, -Should you steal but one rose you’d be happy no more, - You would lose all this innocent joy.” - -“O no! dear mamma, I should not wish to steal, - So I’ll bid these sweet roses adieu! -Now, Rover,” said Ella, “we’re ready to play, - And I will be happy with you.” - - - - -IDA MAY. - - -No little girl - More bright and gay, -Or happier - Than Ida May - -As she ran off - To school one day, -And passed the store - Of Mr. Gray, - -Where, near the door, - Some ripe plums lay, -And Satan whispered, - Ida May-- - -Take but one plum, - Then run away; -You’ll not be seen - By Mr. Gray. - -Oh, had she thought - One prayer to say, -She’d not have sinned, - Poor Ida May! - -She caught one up, - Then ran away, -And was not seen - By Mr. Gray. - -Ah, sinful child, - To disobey -The Word of God-- - Hear, Ida May! - -“Thou shalt not steal!” - Now hear Him say, -And you have stolen - From Mr. Gray. - -The voice of God - Will you obey? -It whispers now, - Stop! Ida May,-- - -’Tis not too late, - Go back, you may -Return the plum - To Mr. Gray. - -Then lift your heart - To God, and pray, -“Forgive the sin - Of Ida May.” - -That still, small voice - She did obey, -And ran with haste - To Mr. Gray, - -And told him all - Without delay; -The good man pitied - Ida May. - -He gently wiped - Her tears away; -And when she left, - Kind Mr. Gray - -Said to the child, - “One moment stay-- -I’ll _give_ some plums - To Ida May.” - -“I could not eat - A plum to-day!” -Said Ida, then, - To Mr. Gray. - -She went to school - And all the way -God saw the heart - Of Ida May - -Was sweetly raised - To Him, to pray -That He would wash - Her sins away-- - -For Jesus’ sake. - And God that day, -Freely forgave - Dear Ida May. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] THE PEACOCK. - - -Is it right, Mr. Peacock, to strut about so? - Your plumage is fine ’tis allowed; -And had _you_ but painted that beautiful tail, - You would then, with some reason, feel proud. - -Many bright little flowers, as pretty as you, - Are found in some shady retreat. -Go learn of the rose-buds and violets, too, - Their modesty renders them sweet. - -God gave you the plumage we so much admire; - God painted the butterfly’s wing; -God deck’d the green fields with flowers so gay, - And taught the dear birds how to sing. - -Many things in this beautiful world He has made - To look quite as pretty as you; -So please, Mr. Peacock, don’t feel quite so proud, - As your gay, brilliant plumage we view! - - - - -MINNIE’S FAITHFULNESS - - -“Brother, may I unpack your trunk?” said little Minnie Bell. -“O yes, my dear; how glad I am to get home safe and well; -I’ve been in California for more than three long years, -But I’m safely home at last, in spite of mother’s fears.” - -“Yes, Alfred, it has seemed, to dear mamma and me, -A long, long time, and we are glad your happy face to see; -Morning and evening, do you know? when we knelt down to pray, -Mamma has asked, that God would bless and guard you while away. - -“And God has kindly heard her prayer, and kept you safe and well.” -She worked awhile,--at length, she said, “Dear Alfred, please to tell -Where you have put your Bible? I’ve unpacked the trunk with care, -And I have laid upon the bed most all the clothes you wear. - -“I’ve looked at every article, and yet I have not seen -A Bible or a Testament; brother, what can it mean? -I fear that you have been without a Bible all the way; -Is it in California, or have you lost it,--say?” - -“You little chatter-box, do see the presents I have brought; -This for mamma, and that for you; Why! really I had thought -The beautiful new dress I bought would please my sister well; -How do you like this India fan, I ask you, Minnie Bell?” - -“O, it is very beautiful! I thank you, Alfred, dear; -But yet you have not told me, what most I wish to hear.” -“Well, Minnie,” said her brother, “if really you must know, -When I sailed for California my Bible did not go. - -“I know ’twas wrong to leave it out, for never have I seen -A Bible or a Testament in any place I’ve been; -We did not often think of God when we were digging gold; -That is the truth; now, Minnie dear, pray don’t begin to scold.” - -“Forgotten God for three long years! Alfred, can this be true? -Dear brother, were you not afraid of God’s forgetting you?” -He took the dear child in his arms, and bursting into tears, -“My conduct has been wrong,” he said, “how sinful it appears!” - -Just then his mother entered, with her heart quite full of joy -And gratitude to God above, who had kept her darling boy; -She had been alone to thank him, and offer up a prayer -That God who had preserved her son, would keep him in his care. - -“Dear mother, will you pray,” said he, “and read in God’s own Word -That story of the Prodigal, which I have often heard; -For I have wandered far away, but now desire to come -And love and serve that Being who hath safely brought me home?” - -Her prayer was heard; and Alfred Bell is now a Christian man, -Serving his God with faithfulness, and doing all he can -That those who go to distant lands, to search for mines of gold, -May find within God’s holy Word a mine of wealth untold. - - - - -[Illustration] THE PULSIFER CHILDREN. - - -Oh, Mother! said little Ruth Greenwood one day, -Please come to the window this moment, I pray, -For two little children are here, by the door, -They are weary and cold, and they look very poor. - -The Pulsifer children, I see, said her mother, -’Tis dear little Ella, and Harry, her brother -Run, call them in quickly! their mother, I know -Returned to this village a few days ago. - -I sent them, this morning, a cart-load of wood, -And fear that they now may be suffering for food; -We’ll fill up their baskets with bread and with meat, -And give the dear children a plenty to eat. - -Their mother is proud, and she cannot endure -The neighbors should know they are now very poor; -But since we’ve “a will,” we must find out “a way,” -To help this poor widow--we must not delay. - -Her father’s a drunkard, her husband is dead, -And she is too ill to hold up her head; -The wretched old man now reels thro’ the street, -And never provides them a mouthful to eat. - -Ruth ran to the door, and called them both in; -Their feet were most naked, their garments were thin, -Too thin to go out in this cold wintry weather; -Here Ruth and her sister both whispered together. - -O, yes, sister Mary, those stockings you’ve knit, -Just the thing, and so warm! I am sure they will fit; -We’ll make up a bundle, and stow it away -In the baskets they’ve left in the entry to-day. - -Little Ella and Harry were grateful indeed, -That God had provided such friends in their need; -Their baskets were filled with biscuit and meat, -And warm shoes and stockings to cover their feet. - -The Greenwood’s oft drew from their plentiful store, -And quietly sent to the poor widow’s door -Such things as she needed. Her proud heart was melted; -She welcomed their visits, and soon was contented -To let little Harry and Ella go where -They could hear of the Saviour, and his tender care, -Of dear orphan children--the story, to day, -You may read in a book called “A WILL AND A WAY”[2] - - - - -MORNING SONG AND MORNING -PRAYER. - - -MOTHER. - -Awake, my daughter, come and see -This Robin red-breast on the tree; - Open your drowsy eyes! -Spring up from bed and see her now, -She’s lighting on the highest bough, - Come quick, before she flies! - - -LILLIE. - -Yes, dear mamma, I see the bird, -And sweeter notes I never heard - Than she is warbling now; -I hope she will not fly away, -But sit and sing the live-long day, - On this, her favorite bough. - - -MOTHER. - -The birds must build their nests in Spring, -They have to work as well as sing; - To their Creator’s praise, -Since early dawn, dear Lillie, she -Has warbled out, from yonder tree, - Her very sweetest lays. - -Now tell me, who has kindly kept -My little daughter while she slept; - Who heard her evening prayer, -And gently closed the weary eye, -Nor suffered danger to come nigh, - But kept her in his care? - - -LILLIE. - -I laid me down, mamma, and slept, -Because the Lord sustained and kept - His child thro’ all the night; -And now I lift my heart and pray, -O, God, I thank thee for this day, - That I may see its light! - -When all my friends were fast asleep, -Thou didst my soul in safety keep, - And took kind care of me; -Father in Heaven, O, hear me now, -As at thy feet I humbly bow, - To ask a gift of thee. - -Give me thy spirit from above, -That I may learn to know and love - My best and dearest Friend,-- -The Savior, who hath died for me, -That I his little lamb may be, - O Lord thy spirit send! - -And now, be with me all the day, -That whether I’m at work or play, - I may remember, then, -The eye of God is still on me, -Oh, help me thy dear child to be, - For Jesus’ sake,--Amen. - - - - -PLAY-TIME. - - -Lillie, put - Your work away, -Now ’tis time - To go and play. - -You have been - So good to-day, -You’ll be happy - When you play. - - - - -[Illustration] BABY’S FIRST STEPS. - - -Baby, darling, - Do not fear, -Move those little - Feet, my dear; - -Don’t stand waiting - There so long; -You are growing - Very strong. - -Here he comes, - Oh, that’s the way! -Nurse, I know - Mamma will say, - -When she comes home, Why, how you talk! -Is baby learning how to walk? - -Try again, - Little pet, -You have not - Fallen yet; - -Here she comes; - Look, nurse, look! -All alone, - Three steps she took. - -When papa - Comes home to-night, -It will give him - Great delight; - -And he will say, Why, how you talk! -Are you sure the child can walk? - -Nurse, I love - Our baby so, -I must teach her - All I know. - -That’s not much, - Papa would say, -He laughs at me - Most every day, - -Because I’m old - Enough to read, -Oh dear! that’s very - Hard indeed. - -But, baby, we will not stop to talk, -We are going out doors to teach you to walk. - - - - -CONVERSATION UPON ICE. - -MOTHER AND DAUGHTER. - - -“Come, dear,” said Mrs. Jones one day, - To Jane, her little daughter, -“Come, look at this large block of ice, - Now floating in the water! - -“You could not lift it from the ground, - If you should try all day, -And yet, like a mere feather, now, - You see it float away.” - -“Oh, yes, mamma, it does seem strange, - That it should never sink, -Why that large block of ice should float, - I’m sure I cannot think. - -“How very kind it is in God - To freeze the waters so, -That on the top the ice remains - And cannot sink below! - -“For, while our winters are so cold, - How short a time ’twould take -To form one solid mass of ice, - In river, pond, or lake! - -“And thus, from year to year, mamma, - Winter would ever reign, -For such a mass could never melt - When summer came again. - -“But tell me how the ice is formed, - And what can make it float -Upon the surface of the lake, - Just like a little boat?” - -“Our Heavenly Father, Jane, has filled - With bubbles full of air, -Each lump of ice--and we may see - His goodness everywhere. - -“The air expands within the ice, - Just as its Maker pleases, -And rarifies to make it light, - Whene’er the water freezes. - -“Thin cakes thus form in layers, Jane, - As you may often see -One ring within another, round - The body of a tree, - -“And thus ’tis piled from week to week, - While Jack Frost is about, -Until the men with horses come, - To float the treasure out.” - -“And what a luxury, mamma, - These large ice blocks will be -When summer comes, and we again - Such sultry weather see! - -“Last August, I remember well, - When I came home from school, -How good the water used to taste, - With ice to make it cool. - -“And then, you know, we used to have - Our butter hard and nice, -Our cake kept cool, and fish, and meat, - Preserved with lumps of ice.” - -“Yes, dearest, God is ever kind-- - How constant is his care! -He gives not only food and drink, - And clothes for us to wear,-- - -“But happy homes with luxuries filled, - And this bright world of ours -Is stored with precious gifts of love, - Abundant fruits and flowers, - -“To gratify the taste of man, - And fill his heart with joy; -Then, should not grateful thoughts of God - Each passing hour employ?” - -“Yes, dear mamma, for warbling birds - Send up their sweetest lays, -To thank Him for his gifts of love, - And we should offer praise - -“To the great God, our dearest friend, - Who lives and reigns above; -Will you not pray to Him, mamma, - To fill my heart with love?” - - - - -HAPPY DOLLY. - - -Happy at night, - Happy by day; -Happy at home, - Happy away! - -Dolly darling, - Never, never, -Are you cross, - But happy ever! - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] EDDIE IN THE COUNTRY. - - -“I’m sure ’tis too pleasant this beautiful day - To sit here so quietly playing, -Come, Lillie, let’s be off to the mountain away, - And see where the sheep are now straying!” - -So said little Eddie, and ran with great joy, - To ask if his cousin could go; -But tho’ his aunt wished to oblige the dear boy, - She still was compelled to say no. - -“I have given my daughter a lesson to learn, - Then follows a half hour’s sewing; -Should this be well done, then with pleasure she’ll earn, - And I shall not object to her going. - -“You remember, last evening, she promised papa, - His handkerchief neatly to sew, -I have fitted her work, when ’tis done,” said mamma, - “And the lesson is learned, she may go.” - -“I can work after dinner,” said Lillie, “do please - Just _for once_ to grant Eddie’s request.” -“My dear,” said her mother, “’tis no use to teaze, - After work, not before, you may rest.” - -Lillie took up her book, with a tear in her eye, - She could scarce see a word that was in it; -But Eddie declared ’twas of no use to cry, - And she thought so herself in a minute. - -Resolving to try, and do all in her power, - To make of each duty a pleasure, -She conquered; and said to mamma, “in an hour, - Please hear me recite, if you’ve leisure!” - -Her mother looked pleased, as she said, “how is this, - Papa’s handkerchief hemmed and all ready? -Well done, my dear child! Now give me a kiss, - Then run out and find cousin Eddie.” - - - - -BIBLE SOLD BY WEIGHT. - - -Please put the Bible in one scale, the papers in the other; -’Tis mine? ’tis mine! dear Willie cried, and ran to tell his mother. -His little heart was full of joy as he ran home again; -How he obtained the Bible, young reader, we’ll explain. - -He went to buy his mother, at noon, a pound of tea, -And, when the grocer weighed it out, the child observed that he -Turned round to tear a Bible that on the counter lay, -He had bought it for waste paper, he said that very day. - -He was almost out of paper to wrap his parcels in. -Now the grocer could not read, and knew not what a sin -It was to tear this Holy Book and take each well-worn leaf -To use for such a purpose; but when he saw the grief - -Of his little favorite, Willie, he kindly said, I’m sure -I’ll give you the old volume if some papers you’ll procure, -As much as this great book will weigh--you see it is not light,-- -Run home and see what you can find, and bring them before night. - -The boy was very poor, indeed, but he was good and kind, -And when he went among his friends, it was not hard to find -Those who approved of Willie’s care of God’s most Holy Word, -They gladly gave the papers when the story they had heard. - -An hour had scarcely passed, when the grocer saw, with pleasure, -The little boy returning to claim the promised treasure. -He placed the Bible in one scale, the papers in the other. -Oh, thank you, sir! ’tis mine! he cried, and ran to tell his mother. - -How happy was that mother; God’s Word was her delight -A light unto her path by day,--a guiding star at night; -She raised her heart in thankfulness, that he had learned to prize -His precious Bible, and had gained a treasure in the skies. - - - - -[Illustration] OH, SPARE THE BIRDS. - - -Spare the dear little birds, don’t kill them I pray! - But listen, and hear their sweet song; -To spoil all our music, and shoot them to-day, - Oh, sportsmen, you know ’twould be wrong! - -At dawn of the day, they are warbling away, - But they never have done the least harm; -The summer’s most gone, they’ve a short time to stay-- - They will soon fly away from our farm. - -To the bright sunny South, they then will repair, - In autumn they flock off together; -Our Father in Heaven with kind, watchful care, - Then guides them in search of warm weather. - -I’m sure ’twill displease Him, if merely for sport - You shoot these sweet songsters to-day; -Remember, kind sportsmen, their life is but short; - Oh, spare them, in pity, I pray! - - - - -CROSS GIRL. - - -Jane, my dear, - How can you be -Cross to little - Emily! - -When she’s such - A darling child; -Always gentle, - Meek and mild. - - - - -[Illustration] TRENTON FALLS. - -See Frontispiece and other views of Trenton Falls. - - -Cascades roaring - In their might,-- -Waters pouring - From the height,-- - -Wildly bounding - On their way,-- -Loud resounding, - Seem to say,-- - -See us toiling, - As we glide;-- -Hear us boiling, - Far and wide. - -We are living, - Not in vain,-- -We are giving - Back again - -Plenteous rain-drops - To the sun, -As it cheers us - While we run. - -Rising, leaping, - Over hills,-- -We are keeping - Yonder mills - -Swiftly going - Round and round; -Onward flowing, - We are found. - -Useful ever, - As we go; -Silent never. - Do you know - -We are teaching - You to-day; -Hear our preaching. - Children, stay! - -Learn a lesson - Of the river; -Yield your hearts - To God, their giver. - -Ever raising - Grateful praise, -Loving, serving, - All your days. - - - - -PAPA’S REQUEST. - - -Write very often, children,-- - Write papa very soon; -Your letters will be dearer - Than lovliest flowers in June; -For papa will be absent - Throughout the long, long year. -Write to him very often - What he will wish to hear. - -That Fred and sister Bessie - Are learning with their might, -And little Nell and Jessie - Are doing what is right. -Dear children, help each other, - At morning, noon, and night, -And then your happy mother - Will find it sweet to write. - -Write papa very often,-- - Write in the early morn, -Or write him just at twilight, - When all the day is gone; -Draw out the pretty table, - Mamma will bring a light, -And help the older children - To gather round and write. - -Write of the loving kindness - Of that dear Friend above, -To whom, in papa’s absence, - He would lead your hearts in love. -Think of Him in the morning, - And think of Him at night, -And of his acts of kindness - Do not forget to write. - -Write very often, dear ones,-- - Write papa very soon, -Your letters will be dearer - Than loveliest flowers in June. -If, while papa is absent, - You’d fill him with delight, -Think of him very often, - And don’t forget to write. - - - - -JANE’S QUESTION. - - -“Mamma,” said Jane, “what will you do -When you have read your Bible through? -You read so carefully each part, -I think you’ll know it all by heart.” - -Her mother smiled and said, “Why, then -I mean to read it through again; -And hope my daughter soon will be -Able to read God’s Book with me.” - -“Yes, dear mamma, I soon shall read, -I’m learning very fast, indeed; -And I should gladly leave my play -For Bible stories any day. - -“But, then, you know, to me they’re new; -Now, when I’ve read a book twice through, -I’m tired of it, and want another,-- -Why do you not feel so, dear mother?” - -“Indeed, my love, I often do -Tire of some books as quick as you; -I should not even read them twice, -_Once reading_ will for me suffice. - -“But we may read, and read again, -These sweet words of our Father, Jane, -From youth to age, and as we come -Nearer and nearer to our home-- - -“Our happy home in heaven above, -This Book we more and more shall love; -Sweeter than honey, and more dear -Than precious gems, ’twill then appear. - -“May God his grace to you impart, -And write these truths upon your heart. -Now, darling, put your work away, -’Tis time for you to run and play,-- -We’ll talk of this some other day.” - - - - -[Illustration] JOHN MASON AND HIS SLED - - -“O, how I wish we owned a sleigh,” - Said Susie to her mother; -“I want to go to school to-day, - With Nellie and my brother!” - -Her mother sighed, and said, “My dear, - Your sister cannot go; -They have not made a path, I fear, - Since this great fall of snow.” - -Here James ran in with joy, and said, - “Dear mother, come and see; -John Mason’s here with his new sled, - He offers it to me - -“To take our Nell to school to-day; - I am to be the horse; -Please wrap her up without delay, - You’ll let her go, of course!” - -“And Susie, too,” John Mason cried, - “I’ll take her on my back; -Nell and the dinner, both can ride,-- - John, follow in my track!” - -The mother’s heart was filled with joy, - She watched them from the door, -A happy group! And that dear boy - Who thought upon the poor, - -Think you, he was not happy, too, - When he went home at night! -If you would hear the story through, - Read “RIGHT, AND ABOUT RIGHT.”[3] - - - - -RIDE TO SCHOOL IN WINTER. - - - “We are ready; - Let us go - Swiftly over - Ice and snow; - Nell and Susie, - Side by side, - You shall have - A glorious ride!” -See the happy children go -Smoothly o’er the ice and snow! - - “Clasp your arms - Around me tight; - Hold on, Susie, - That is right;-- - Nellie, keep - The basket still - When we dash - Down yonder hill!” -Thus the happy children go -Briskly o’er the ice and snow. - - “Wintry weather - Cannot harm us, - Nor Jack Frost - E’er alarm us; - How exciting! - Onward move, - Hearts uniting - Thus in love.” -Merrily singing, on they go -Quickly o’er the ice and snow. - - “Oh, we love - This bracing air, - Though the snow - Is everywhere; - Fingers cold? - Never mind it. - There’s a fire, - We shall find it, -When we reach the school, you know, -Over the ice and over the snow. - - “Now we toil - Up the hill, - Wear-i-ly, - But upward still, - Soon the height - We shall gain, - Pull the sled - With might and main.” -Struggling, toiling, up they go -Wearily over the ice and snow! - - Then along - The level ground, - On they go - With a bound; - Merry shouts - Everywhere - Ringing through - The frosty air; -See the happy children go -Smoothly o’er the ice and snow! - - See! they’re dashing - Down the hill, - Boys are calling, - “Nell, be still!” - Teeth are chattering - In her head, - Dishes rattling - On the sled; -Girls are frightened though they go -Safely o’er the ice and snow. - - Now they near - The school-house door-- - There’s the pond - All frozen o’er; - Hear the happy - Children singing, - Through the air - Their voices ringing; -Sliding, skating, merrily, oh! -Swiftly over the ice and snow! - - Nell and Sue - Have found a seat, - And have warmed - Their hands and feet; - When the bell - Rings loud and clear, - Leave your sports - Children dear! -Quickly into the school they go, -Merrily leaving the ice and snow. - - - - -[Illustration] THE KIND BROTHER. - - -Coach is tackled; - Sister, run, -Put your gloves - And bonnet on! - -It is about - A week ago, -We were promised, - Sis, you know, - -Were we good, - We should to-day -Take the coach - And ride away. - -Cousins now - Are all at home; -Glad they’ll be - To see us come. - -Oh, how pleasant - ’Tis to ride, -All along - The river side! - -Sister, come, - Do not delay, -’Tis quite time - To start away. - -Now you’r crying! - Are’nt you well? -What’s the matter? - Mary, tell? - - -THE FIRST LIE. - -Brother, do not - Ask me why! -Yet, you’ll hear,-- - I’ve told a lie! - -And here, shut up, - I’m doomed to stay, -And weep and mourn - The livelong day! - -Dear Harry I’m - Afraid that you -And Harriet, - Will hate me too. - -For, since I’ve told - This lie, mamma -Don’t speak to me, - Nor does papa. - -Not once upon me - Have they smiled, -Since I was such - A wicked child. - -Oh, they will hate me, - I’m afraid, -And God, who heard - The words I said, - -Will shut all liars - Out of heaven; -Oh, can I ever - Be forgiven? - - -HARRY. - -Dear sister, I - Will tell mamma -How bad you feel, - And ask papa - -This evening, when - We kneel to pray, -To ask that God - May wash away - -Your sins, and help you, - Every day, -To speak the truth - Whate’er you say. - -But first, I’ll send - The coach away -I do not wish - To ride to-day. - - - - -[Illustration] GRANITE HILLS IN WINTER. - - -These hills, so magnificent, lofty, and great! -The boast of New Hampshire--the Old Granite State! -I have seen them, dear children, and much I admire -These beautiful hills in their wintry attire. - -The Ice King has laid his cold hand on the rills, -They cannot now playfully leap down the hills; -Snowy mountain and valley alike are made hoary; -Jack Frost reigns triumphant, alone in his glory. - -One sees, now and then, a lonely snow-bird, -But old Robin red-breast no longer is heard -Warbling out a glad song to the praise of her Maker, -She has gone where the Ice King cannot overtake her. - -Who guides the dear birds, that they never get lost -When seeking a home to escape from the frost? -Our Father in Heaven--he guides them aright, -Till away in the bright, sunny South they alight. - -So long as these lofty old hills shall remain, -And spring shall renew their bright verdure again, -Our loving, kind Father shall still fondly care -For the beasts of the field and the fowls of the air. - -Not a robin or sparrow can fall to the ground; -Not a raven may cry but he heareth the sound. -Then will not “Our Father in Heaven” be nigh, -And bless us, dear children, when we, too, shall cry? - -Oh, yes! Are ye not of more value than they? -In accents most tender, we hear Jesus say; -And I’m sure, if God takes such kind care of a bird, -Our prayers, if sincere, cannot fail to be heard. - - - - -THE LAKE--ISLES--NOTCH--WHITE -MOUNTAINS, ETC. - - -If a map of the Old Granite State you will take, -Near the borders of Maine you will find that large lake, -The Winnipisogee,--so lovely to view -Embosoming islands most beautiful, too. - -In number they equal the days of the year; -And when summer comes no islands appear -More lovely in verdure and beauty than these, -With rich, fruitful fields, and beautiful trees-- - -So vocal with birds, warbling out their sweet lays, -As if they were chanting their Maker’s praise, -Could you _then_ view the lake, dear children, the sight -Would fill your young hearts with the greatest delight. - -Another famed spot is a narrow defile, -Where the mountain seems split for more than a mile, -And a picturesque landscape around you is spread, -With the White Mountains hanging just over your head. - -This Notch is so wonderful, travellers agree, -It repays one to come a long distance to see; -Amid Alpine heights such views may abound, -But in our own country they seldom are found. - -American Switzerland! Such is the name -We give to the Old Granite State for the fame -Of its islands and lakes, its cascades and fountains, -And the bold, lofty peaks of the snowy White Mountains. - - - - -SHUN THE SWEARER. - - -Run home, little boy! - Oh, do not stand there, -To hear that bad man - So wickedly swear. - -[Illustration] - -What a sight - We descry -When the Falls - Meet our eye! - - - - -THE TELL-TALE. - - -Emma, I’m sorry to observe - A trick you have, my dear, -Of listening to whate’er is said, - And telling all you hear. - -I knew a little Judith Shove, - Who had this habit, too; -She was an active, sprightly girl, - About as old as you. - -But what was said and done at home - She always minded well, -And, when she went abroad, the whole - She would be sure to tell. - -People were cautious what they said - Where’er she chanced to come, -For well they knew that every word - Would straight be carried home. - -The teacher who instructed her, - Had made this wholesome rule, -To punish every child who told - Of what was done in school. - -But Judith loved to talk so well, - No rule could hold her long; -She could not bear to be restrained, - Nor learn to hold her tongue. - -One day a scholar misbehaved, - This made the teacher fret, -And Judith told the whole affair - To every one she met. - -But, when the active school-dame heard - Her laws were disobeyed, -To find the naughty tell-tale child, - A search she quickly made. - -Judith well knew the fault was hers, - And greatly did she fear -To take the threatened punishment - Which she deserved to bear. - -So, on her little sister she - Contrived the blame to lay, -And said she heard her tell the tale - At home that very day. - -The little, frightened, trembling child - With truth the charge denied; -But Judith said, before the school, - That little Sallie lied. - -And so she bore what would have been - The wicked Judith’s due,-- -The punishment for telling tales, - And speaking falsely, too. - -Weeping and sobbing she went home, - Her little heart was full; -And Sallie was a child of truth, - So they believed the whole. - -Papa made Judith go to school, - And there, before them all, -Own how deceitful she had been; - Then on her knees to fall -Before the dame and Sallie, too, - Their pardon to obtain, -And promise she would never do - So wickedly again. - -But ever after, let her go - Abroad where’er she would, -The boys would hoot her as she passed, - And call her--Tattling Jude! - - - - -THE STOLEN PENKNIFE. - - -“Harry, darling, what’s the matter; - Have you hurt yourself, my boy? -When I went away, this morning, - That bright face was full of joy.” - -“Oh, papa,” said Harry, sobbing, - “I do think it is a shame, -My new knife is gone--he stole it, - And I do not know his name.” - -“Your new knife! Who stole it, Harry?” - “That big boy, papa, who brought -Shavings here to sell, this morning; - Oh I wish he could be caught. - -“I was standing on the sidewalk, - Whittling with my knife to-day, -When he came, and asked to see it, - Then he turned and ran away.” - -“Wicked boy! I think I know him; - ’Twas a naughty thing to do; -I will bring you home another, - Like the one he stole from you. - -“That poor boy has no kind parents, - Nor a bright and happy home; -Wicked children are his playmates, - Through the streets he loves to roam. - -“There he learns to be so sinful, - Lying, stealing, every day; -He has no kind friends to teach him, - Morn and evening, how to pray. - -“Should you not be thankful, darling, - God has been so good to you; -Given you friends so kind and loving, - Taught you what you ought to do? - -“Learn, my son, a useful lesson - From this wretched boy to-day,-- -Never choose a bad companion - When you’re in the streets at play. - - - - -[Illustration] CROSS GIRL. - - -MOTHER. - -My dear Amelia, I’m ashamed - To hear you quarrel so; -Leave off these naughty airs, my child, - Go play with Frances,--go! - - -AMELIA. - -I can’t, mamma, the little minx - May play with whom she can; -And while she lives she shall not have - My waxen doll again. - -“With any other little girl - I should be glad to play; -But I don’t love our Frances, Ma, - I wish she’d go away. - - -MOTHER. - -Amelia, little Betsy Smith - Spends all her time alone; -_She_ had a little sister once, - But now she’s dead and gone. - -Betsy, like you, was very cross, - And when she used to play -“With pretty little Emeline, - She’d quarrel every day. - -One time her sister said to her, - “Don’t, Betsy, be so cross; -Indeed, I am not well to-day, - And fear I shall be worse.” - -“Not well! Oh, yes, you’re very sick! - I don’t believe it’s true; -You only want to coax Mamma - To get nice things for you.” - -But Emeline grew worse and worse, - Till she could hardly speak; -And when the doctor came he said, - She would not live a week. - -And then it rushed on Betsy’s mind, - How wicked she had been; -The cruel treatment of the child - She never felt till then. - -Over her sister’s bed she hung, - With many a bitter sigh, -And laid her arms about her neck, - and begged her not to die. - -“Forgive me, Emeline, or else - I do not wish to live; -Oh speak, dear sister, speak once more, - And say you will forgive! - -The poor, dear, suffering, dying child - Just raised her languid eye, -And moved her lips, and tried to say, - Dear Betsy, do not cry! - -Then Betsey’s sorrowing mother tried - To take her from the bed, -She cast her weeping eyes behind, - And Emeline was dead. - -And now poor little Betsy sits, - Day after day, alone; -She does not wish to laugh or play - Since Emeline is gone. - - -AMELIA. - -Mamma, now see I am not cross; - Come, Fanny, let us play! -And you shall have my waxen doll, - And keep it every day. - - - - -THE FIRST THEFT. - - -MOTHER. - -Edward, come here, how pale you are! - What makes you look so wild? -And you’ve been crying sadly, too! - What’s happened to my child? - - -EDWARD. - -You know, mamma, you sent me down - To Mr. Brightman’s shop, -With ninepence in my hand to buy - A little humming-top. - -Well, Mr. Brightman handed down - A dozen tops or more, -That I might take my choice of one, - Then stepped towards the door. - -And so I caught one slily up, - And in my pocket hid it, -No one could e’er suspect the thing, - So cunningly I did it. - -Then I took out another top, - And laid my ninepence down, -Laughing to think I owned them both, - But paid for only one. - -But, when I turned and left the shop, - I felt most dreadfully; -For all the while I was afraid - That he would follow me. - -Oh sure, thought I, he’ll find it out, - The angry man will come, -And I shall never see mamma, - And never more go home. - -They’ll tie a rope about my neck, - They’ll hang me up on high, -And leave the little, wicked thief - To hang there till he die. - -Away I ran, in this sad fright, - Fast down the nearest lane; -And then I stopped and looked behind, - Then screamed, and ran again. - -Trembling, at last I reached my home, - And straight I went to bed,-- -But, oh! in such a shocking plight - That I was almost dead. - -No rest nor comfort could I take, - And not a wink of sleep; -All I could do was toss and turn - From side to side and weep. - -But what was worst of all, mamma, - I could not say my prayers; -And then I thought my heart would burst, - For I was drowned in tears. - -For sure, I cried, God will not hear - A child so wicked pray; -I dare not hope he’ll let me live - To see another day. - -Thus did I weep till morning dawned, - And yet found no relief; -For, oh! what comfort can there be - For such a wicked thief? - - -MOTHER. - -Go, my poor, wretched, guilty child, - Go, take the top you stole -And give it to the man you wronged, - And own to him the whole. - -Then, on your knees before your God, - Confess how vile you’ve been; -Beg him to pardon and forgive - This great and dreadful sin. - -And never while you live, again - To such a deed consent, -Lest God should take away your life - Before you could repent. - - - - -DOLLY’S NAME. - - -My Dolly’s name,-- - What shall it be? -I want a pretty one, - Let’s see;-- - -There’s Bessie, Jessie, - Bell, and Nell; -Well, I think - I’ll call her Bell! - -[Illustration] - - - - -COOKING, IN OLD TIMES. - - -No little girl or boy hath guessed - The process or the art -By which the early Indians dressed - And cut their meat apart; -Since neither knife, nor spoon, nor fork, -Had they to aid them in their work. - -A piece of flint or sharpened shell, - The place of knife supplied, -And answered every purpose well, - To free it from the hide,-- -To clear the entrails, scrape the hair, -And make the carcass clean and fair. - -Then in the earth a pit was made, - To hold the fish or game, -There, stones at sides and bottom laid, - An oven it became; -No better did their wants require, -And here they lighted up a fire. - -From this, when gained sufficient heat, - The glowing coals were dug, -And here the squaw laid in her meat, - With leaves encompassed snug; -With heated stones ’twas covered up -Till time to breakfast, dine, or sup. - -And how, without a pot to boil, - Was taught by Indian wit; -A stone was sought, and mighty toil - A hollow made in it; -And water got its warmth alone, -From heated pebbles in it thrown. - -Then other pebbles, burning hot, - Kept up the boiling heat, -And in this strangely-fashioned pot - Was placed the hunter’s meat; -Not over nice, but then, I’m sure, -The Indian was no epicure. - -Fresh fish, well broiled on embers red, - The Indians often saw; -And shell-fish, from their rocky bed, - Were eaten roast or raw. -Thus the Good Spirit kindly gave -His bounteous store to Indian brave. - - - - -SUCCOTASH. - - -Though many viands Indians prized-- -If served to people civilized, - Would cause disdainful smile; -Yet one nice dish of times by-gone, -The succotash, or beans and corn, - When cooked in Indian style, - -To some, is thought a greater treat -Than all the choicest joints of meat - An epicure might choose; -Poultry and game may both abound -Where this delicious dish is found, - I would all else refuse. - -Give me no fish, nor barbecue; -Pâté-de-fois, and oysters, too, - Salads and sauces rich, -May tempt an epicure to roam, -But I had rather dine at home, - On this, my favorite dish. - -In early days, the bell would sound, -Then olive plants would gather round, - As fast as they were able, -As soon as beans and corn were seen -Within the goodly-sized tureen, - In centre of the table. - -We oft recall those happy times, -’Mid varied scenes, in distant climes, - And memory lingers round, -And brings to our enraptured view -That blessed home--the garden, too, - Where beans and corn abound. - -And beans and corn do still abound, -And succotash is often found - Within our early home; -With grateful hearts to God above, -We often gather there in love - Too soon again to roam. - - - - -[Illustration] CLOSE OF THE DAY. - - -’Tis twilight, and the glorious sun - Hath left his place on high; -And evening shadows have begun - To steal along the sky. - -The swallow leaves the fields of air, - The busy bee the flower; -And farmers hasten home to share - The quiet of the hour. - -Tho’ small in size, the cricket tries - His voice so shrill and strong, -And many a frog, from pond and bog, - Sends forth its croaking song. - -Now we will call the children dear - To rest their wearied limbs, -And, as the time for bed draws near, - We’ll hear their evening hymns. - -And then, Aunt Avis must not fail - To bring her stock of verse, -For in sweet rhyme a pleasant tale - She can for us rehearse. - -And often, at the close of day, - We’ll think of this kind friend, -And ask for some instructive lay, - Which she has sweetly penned. - - * * * * * - - How pleasant it seems - To hear mamma say, - You’ve been very good, - My darling, to-day. - - - - -WONDERFUL INSTINCT OF THE ANT. - - -We visit an ant-hill, dear children, to-day. -Come, witness the instinct these creatures display; - “Consider their ways and be wise;” -Thus spoke a wise king, in the Proverbs, you know, -And though we’re no sluggards, I think if we go - We’ll find a rich feast for our eyes. - -One square foot of earth, though to us very small, -To the ant is a kingdom. Each house has a hall, - With chambers and passages lined; -And thousands of homes in one square foot of ground, -With swarms of these insects are frequently found, - And such a one now we will find. - -The ants’ mode of building we first will explain-- -The earth being moistened with dew or with rain, - Large swarms of these insects will meet; -Each one takes a grain that you scarcely could see, -And kneads it and moulds it as nice as can be, - Then pats it down smooth with its feet. - -These diligent builders thus work at their trade, -Till hundreds and thousands of houses are made - Beneath all these little mud balls; -In these tiny ant-hills we see above ground -Small buildings of full twenty stories are found, - Supported by pillars and walls. - -What wonderful instinct these creatures display -In the care of their young on a damp rainy day, - As they run from one room to another! -And up stairs and down stairs they hasten again, -As each little ant, to be kept from the rain, - Must be carried up stairs by its mother. - -When the clouds are dispersed, again they must run, -These delicate ants could not bear the hot sun; - And their mothers immediately go -To move their dear children a few stories lower, -And find them a room upon the ground floor, - And give them their supper below. - -Who teaches the ant her food to prepare, -And store it in cells with such diligent care, - That she all their wants may supply? -’Tis God, my dear child; he provides for them all, -And each little insect, though ever so small, - Is still in the reach of his eye. - -The same tender parent who watches o’er you, -Has guided the ant the whole summer through, - And taught her her food to prepare; -And when wintry frosts have quite covered the ground, -The ant with her family safely is found, - Still guarded and kept by his care. - - - - -LITTLE EDDIE. - - -The roving eye might vainly seek - A fairer to behold, -Than little Eddie’s rosy cheek, - When he was eight years old. - -And those who love a merry glance, - No brighter eye had seen, -Nor lighter limb to skip and dance, - In meadow or in green. - -But Edward’s charms of better kind, - With more delight I praise, -For sweet and gentle was his mind, - And pleasant all his ways. - -No angry passions, fierce and wild, - No evil thought or plan, -Had place in this beloved child, - Throughout his little span. - -In health and strength he grew, till came - His ninth revolving year, -Then sickness seized his little frame, - And suffering most severe. - -For many a month upon his bed, - His feverish hands were laid, -Nor could he raise his aching head - Without his mother’s aid. - -Yet patient lay the little boy, - And no repining word, -Or fretful wish for other’s joy, - From Edward’s lip was heard. - -Though gentle summer came and strewed - Fresh beauties o’er the earth, -He went not to the field or wood - To share his playmates’ mirth. - -Though winter, from the frozen north, - Brought ice and snow along, -Yet little Edward went not forth - To join the merry throng. - -The rose departed from his cheek, - The brightness from his eye, -And then his spirit fled to seek - Its Father in the sky; - -Who, in his love, from pain and strife - Such little ones doth take, -And give them endless light and life, - For our Redeemer’s sake. - -His body to the earth was given, - And rests beneath the sod, -But Eddie’s spirit went to heaven, - To join in praising God. - -Long will his many friends approve - His manners, sweet and mild, -And tell his innocence and love - To many a listening child. - -His mother’s heart the sad, the sweet - Remembrance doth employ, -And full her trust in heaven to meet - Her blessed little boy. - -[Illustration] - - - - -FAITHFUL FIDO. - - -An emblem of faithfulness - Here you behold, -As Fido is carefully - Guarding the gold. - -How eager he watches - For danger around; -So, true to your trust, - May you ever be found! - -[Illustration] - - - - -LITTLE MARY AND HER WICKED -FATHER. - - -“What shall I do? What shall I do?” the wicked father said, -As in agony of spirit he rose up from his bed, -And earnestly entreated his wife to kneel and pray; -Alas! dear Mary’s mother had ne’er been taught the way. - -“I cannot pray, dear husband,” the trembling wife replied. -“Oh, then, what can I do?” in bitterness he cried. -“Perhaps,” she said, “our Mary has learned to say her prayers, -She seems so good and holy.” He hastened up the stairs - -Where slept that young disciple, a child of seven years; -Her father gently woke her, then, bursting into tears, -He said, “O, can you pray, my child; has Jesus taught you how? -And will you try to pray for your poor father, now?” - -She knelt, put up her little hands, “Our Father up in heaven,” -She sweetly said, “for Jesus’ sake, let father be forgiven; -Have mercy, blessed Savior, wash all his sins away, -And send thy Holy Spirit to teach him how to pray.” - -That father rose in penitence, sweet thoughts within him stirred, -A yearning, warm desire to hear from God’s own Word -Those precious truths she thus had lisped in accents sweet and mild; -He placed the Bible in her hand; “Take this and read my child.” - -She read the holy Book, and, at that midnight hour, -God sent his blessed Spirit to seal it home with power; -Those sweet words of the loving John, that “all who look may live,”[4] -He heard, and said, “Dear Mary, can Jesus now forgive?” - -“Oh listen, father! ‘God _so_ loved,’ he sent his only Son, -And all who now believe on that dear, blessed One, -The Lamb of God, shall never die, shall have their sins forgiven, -And he will take them home at last, to dwell with him in heaven.” - -“That is for me!” he cried; “for sinners just like me; -I will look up to Jesus now,--Savior, I come to thee; -I hear those blessed words, ‘Come unto me and live;’ -I can believe,--I do believe! Dear Jesus now forgive.” - -Yes, look to Christ, believing one, he whispers now you may. -He heard, and went, from that glad hour, rejoicing on his way. - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] SALLIE M----. - - -I knew a lass, but quite too long -Was her whole name to weave in song, -But, lest a change she should condemn, -We’ll only call her Sarah M----. - -Now, from her youth, this damsel’s mind -Was most industriously inclined; -No little girl could sew, or hem, -Or stitch, or mend, like Sarah M----. - -Her father had not wealth to spare, -And many children claimed his care, -So little Sarah early learned, -That her own living must be earned. - -Yet no complaining Sallie made, -That she must work while others played, -But set about with right good will, -The task her fingers should fulfil. - -Though aching head and weary sight -Were sometimes hers, her heart was light, -And equal was her well-earned store, -For clothes to wear, and even more. - -Thus, while from day to day she drew -Her ready needle through and through, -She gained far more than worldly pelf, -She learned to commune with herself. - -And this communion, deep and still, -Soon led her heart to know its ill, -And ask her Maker to impart, -For Jesus’ sake, a holy heart. - -Now, had she spent in early days, -Her time in idleness and plays, -At work repining, sought her joys -With careless girls and idle boys-- - -Her after years had never known -The independence now her own; -Perhaps those wasted hours had even -Dispelled the thoughts which turned to heaven. - -But care and industry are found, -With, heaven and earth’s best blessing crown’d -And those who truly value them, -Should early do like Sarah M----. - - - - -THE PROUD GIRL. - - -JANE. - -What makes you wear that muslin dress, - And such a strong, coarse leather shoe, -With cotton stockings, cambric gloves, - And such a coarse straw bonnet, too? - -See here! my shoes are real kid; - Just look at them--see how they shine; -My stocking’s silk, my bonnet’s new, - And only see the straw, how fine! - -Why, I should fret myself to death, - If I were dressed as mean as you; -I always cry and tease mamma - For everything I see that’s new. - - -MARY. - -What! cry and tease your dear mamma - For finery? That would not I; -I would not grieve her for the world, - And she would grieve to see me cry. - -She gives me everything she can, - And that is everything I want; -And I should be a wicked child, - To ask for more than she could grant. - -But, Jane, from what you say yourself, - You’re never happy, and your pride -Is such, that, with this finery, - You never are quite satisfied. - - -JANE. - -But what if there should be a ball, - And you should have a chance to go, -Where every one is richly dressed, - Would you appear among them so? - - -MARY. - -A ball! I never went to one; - I do not care for scenes so gay; -But with the birds and trees and flowers, - I can be happy any day. - -When dear papa comes home at night, - I’m joyous as a little bird, -For, after tea, he always tells - Something amusing he has heard. - -[Illustration] - -You ought to see our pleasant home, - Dear Jennie, then you would not say, -That I, from this dear, happy group, - Could often wish to be away. - -Sometimes, he brings us home a book, - Then, after supper, down we sit, -He reads to us, while dear mamma - Takes out her work to sew or knit. - -Then he will read some wondrous tale, - How mighty nations rose and fell, -And sometimes lay aside the book, - And some amusing story tell. - -How some have climbed the highest hill, - And yet have murmur’d all the way, -While others walk along the vale, - As pleasant as a summer’s day. - -“My children,” he will often say, - “You know I cannot give you wealth; -But you have riches dearer far, - And these are innocence and health. - -“While thus you live in peace and love, - Contented with the blessings given, -And grateful to your God, I trust - He’ll fit you for the joys of heaven.” - -Then, ere we go to bed at night, - We kneel together while he prays -That God would fill our hearts with love, - And help us serve him all our days. - -But see! while I stand talking here, - The cars are in--papa has come! -Now you may go and dance at balls, - But I’ll enjoy myself at home. - -[Illustration] - - - - -WILLIE’S FEARS. - -PART I. - - -Willie was nicely tucked in bed - One cold December night, -When he began to scream “Mamma, - Come quick, and bring a light! - -“Oh, I’m so frightened, dear mamma; - What is that noise? Do hark! -Please do not take the candle off - And leave me in the dark.” - -“I hear no noise,” his mother said; - “What makes my boy so silly? -And what good can the candle do, - My darling little Willie? - -“Who did you ask to care for you, - When you knelt down to pray, -Before I put you into bed, - And took the light away? - -“Remember, love, you prayed to God, - And all the long night through, -He will keep watch around your bed, - And take good care of you. - -“What could it be, my little son, - That gave you such a fright? -When you are safe in bed, you know, - I always take the light.” - -“I know you do, but Biddie told - A story yesterday -That frightened me; please, dear mamma - Don’t take the light away.” - -“I’ll leave the light with you to-night; - Since Biddie was so silly; -Now think, my dear, your Father’s near, - To guard his little Willie.” - - - - -WILLIE’S FEARS. - -PART II. - - -MOTHER. - -Come, Willie, and tell me, my dear, - What made you so foolish, last night; -I am waiting this morning to hear - The cause of your terrible fright. - - -WILLIE. - -Biddie said that a wolf would come out - And catch me if I was not good; -That is what I was thinking about - When I screamed just as loud as I could. - - -MOTHER. - -And where would a wolf come from, pray; - Biddy could not find one, should she try. -’T was a wicked thing for her to say,-- - She knew she was telling a lie. - -Examine your chamber, my dear; - Look carefully round before night, -And if you can find a wolf here, - I will certainly leave you a light. - - -WILLIE. - -Mamma, you are laughing at me, - There’s no wolf anywhere to be found; -I know there is nothing to see - If I take all the day to look round. - - -MOTHER. - -Then I hope you will not be afraid; - Now tell me, my son, if you’re able, -Of what mamma’s candles are made, - You see one stand there on the table. - - -WILLIE. - -Of tallow and cotton, mamma; - The candles are run in a mould. -I went up one day with papa - To the factory where they are sold. - - -MOTHER. - -Can tallow and cotton, my son, - Protect you from harm thro’ the night, -When into a mould it is run, - And made in a candle to light? - - -WILLIE. - -The candle could not see or hear, - And I’ll try to remember to-night, -That God my kind Father is near, - Then, mamma, I’ll not ask for a light. - - - - -“CREATE IN ME A CLEAN HEART, -O GOD!” - - -Savior, keep me near thy side, - Take my hand within thine own, -I would be thy little child, - Leave me not to walk alone. - -“Suffer little ones to come,” - Thou didst say, when here on earth; -Let my feet no longer roam, - I would know thy heavenly birth. - -Take my wicked heart away, - Make me holy like thy Son; -Leave me not from thee to stray, - Leave me not to walk alone. - - - - -[Illustration] THE HELEN MARIA. - - -With sails all set - To catch the breeze, -This noble ship - Now ploughs the seas. - -May God in safety - Kindly keep -Our loved ones while - Upon the deep! - - - - -THE YOUTHFUL KING. - - -How much God’s holy Book was prized - By King Josiah in his youth! -At eight years old his reign began, - When no one served the Lord in truth. - -His ancestors were wicked men, - And walked not in God’s holy ways, -But filled Jerusalem with sin, - And worshipped idols all their days. - -The youthful king desired to know - How to avoid the ways of sin; -He wished to live as David did, - And have his heart made pure within. - -Go to the Book of Kings, and learn - What joy he felt when Shaphan brought -From God’s high priest his holy law, - And how he had his people taught - -That precious Book to understand, - And take it for their daily guide; -To love the Lord with all their hearts, - And serve no other gods beside. - -Make thou that precious Book, O Lord, - A light to guide _me_ all the way; -May it direct my steps at night, - And safely lead me through the day. - -I love to read those precious words, - Sweet truths I meet on every page; -Oh, may they be my hope in youth, - And my support in hoary age. - - - - -THE LITTLE BOY’S REQUEST. - -Sent to the Fulton Street Prayer Meeting in the summer of 1858. - - -I am a little boy of twelve, and always tell the truth; -O pray for me, that I may love the Savior in my youth. -Thus from the sunny South that precious message came -To those who meet in Fulton street to pray in Jesus’ name. - -Dear little boy in Georgia, oh write once more, and say -That you “stand up for Jesus,” that you have found the way,-- -The narrow way that leads to Heaven; then we once more in prayer -Will thank our heavenly Father, who hath sweetly brought you there. - - - - -THE INFANT SAVIOR. - - -CHILD. - -Mamma, ’tis strange that God most high -Could come to earth to live and die; -’Tis wonderful that he could be -Just such a little child as me! - -That he should need a mother’s care, -For food to eat and clothes to wear;-- -How did the Virgin Mary know -That he was Lord of all below? - - -MOTHER. - -His coming, Lillie, was foretold -By many holy men of old, -And angels had been sent to tell -That this dear child she loved so well - -Should be her Savior, Christ the Lord, -And she believed his precious Word; -Mary oft pondered in her heart -Those things the angels did impart. - - -CHILD. - -How could they be so very poor, -When Christ was Lord of all? I’m sure, -I should have thought that he would come -To live in some delightful home. - -He could have had the sweetest spot -In all the world,--why did he not? -Why did the infant Savior lie -In a poor stable? Tell me why - -He did not have a home like ours, -With a nice garden, full of flowers -And trees, where lovely birds should sing, -To cheer the infant Savior King? - - -MOTHER. - -When Jesus came to save our race, -He meant to show such wondrous grace, -That rich and poor alike might see -He condescends their Friend to be. - -The poorest child may never fear -To pour its wants into his ear, -For Jesus, though a king above, -Looks down with sympathy and love. - -He knows exactly what we need, -And he will be our Friend indeed, -Will kindly listen to our prayer, -And all our little sorrows share. - - - - -THE TWO COUSINS. - - -Two wee-bit cousins went out to ride, -Their carriages rolling side by side; -The air was not damp, or chilly, or raw, -But as bright a day as ever you saw. - -Two prettier babies one seldom sees; -Nurse often was stopped with remarks like these: -“What beautiful children! Whose can they be? -Do stop those nurses and let us see!” - -The beauty of each the ladies compare: -“This one is so lovely! do see how fair -Her little round face, so plump and sweet! -I must kiss the child though it is in the street.” - -“No,--her little cousin is prettier far; -I like a brunette; she will be a bright star.” -The nurses move on, well pleased, I fear, -Such flattering remarks from the ladies to hear. - -Had they seen these children in Water street, -In ragged garments and naked feet, -They would not have stopped them on the way, -And flattered them so, I think, to-day. - - - - -[Illustration] - - -What a sight - They descry -When Trenton Falls - Meet their eye! - - - - -[Illustration] PRECIOUS BIBLE. - - -How many nations - Ne’er have heard -The precious truths - Of God’s own Word; - -That the dear Savior - Came to die, -That we might dwell - With him on high. - -If you had never - Heard of God, -Nor ever read - His Holy Word, - -How very thankful - You would be, -A copy of God’s - Book to see! - -Then, save your pennies, - Children dear, -That all, these precious - Truths may hear. - - - - -THE SACRIFICE. - - -How hard it was for Abraham - To say, God’s will be done, -When he was called to offer up - His dear,--his only son. - -“Take Isaac, now, thine only son,” - (This was the Lord’s command,) -“And offer him a sacrifice, - To die by thine own hand.” - -But Abraham believed that God, - His Father, always knew -Just what was right, and could not tell - Him a wrong thing to do. - -He did not stop to question God, - But rose at early dawn, -Saddled his ass, and called his son, - To go that very morn - -A three days journey to a spot - Which God to them would show; -And Isaac, with the two young men, - At once prepared to go. - -At length the Mount appeared in sight, - And Abraham told his men, -“I yonder go to worship God, - And will come back again.” - -Much Isaac wondered what it meant, - But he obeyed his sire, -And took the wood upon his arms, - To build his funeral pyre. - -Upon the mountain now they stand, - And Isaac meekly cries, -“Behold the fire and wood! but where’s - The lamb for sacrifice?” - -When they had reached Moriah’s top, - The father told his son,-- -And Isaac willingly was bound, - That God’s will might be done. - -Upon the altar, then, the wood - Was all in order laid, -And Abraham took the knife in hand,-- - That knife with naked blade. - -Then quick an angel of the Lord - Was sent from heaven above, -To gladden faithful Abraham’s heart - With these sweet words of love. - -“Lay not thy hand upon the lad, - For now, indeed, I see -Thou fearest God, nor hast withheld - Thine only son from me. - -“And now in blessing I will bless - Thee and thy numerous seed; -All those who have thy simple faith - Shall be my friends[5] indeed. - -“When I shall give mine only Son - To die on Calvary, -The Lamb of God for sinners slain, - Thine offspring he shall be.” - -And has “Our Father” sent his Son, - His only Son, from heaven -To die for us that we might live - And have our sins forgiven? - -Lord, help me, then, to read thy Word, - Believing all it saith; -For I may be a friend of God, - If I have Abraham’s faith. - - - - -“REMEMBER THE SABBATH DAY, -TO KEEP IT HOLY.” - - -I love the Sabbath day, - Of all the days the best; -Thy sacred hours are sweet to me, - Oh, day of holy rest! - -I love the Sabbath bell, - It says, “Do not delay; -Hasten, dear children, from your homes; - Come, worship God to-day. - -I love the Sabbath School; - Oft, as I take my seat, -I pray that early I may learn - To sit at Jesus’ feet. - -Oh, blessed Sabbath day, - Thou best of all the seven; -Thy precious hours I would improve, - To fit my soul for heaven! - -[Illustration] - - - - -CHARLIE AND HIS YOUTHFUL -TEACHER. - - -“Come, now, my dear boy, confess what you’ve done, - To your loving, kind Father on high; -You cannot conceal from the All-seeing One - The fact that you’re telling a lie.” - -So said the young teacher of Birmingham school, - To Charlie, when no one was nigh; -She grieved that her pupil had broken a rule, - Still more that he’d told her a lie. - -His face, once so joyous, was then very sad, - His heart was too full to reply, -As Miss Mary pressed home on the dear little lad - The fact of his telling a lie. - -“Oh come, now in penitence tell me, dear boy, - The whole truth, and then we will try -And ask the dear Savior his grace to employ, - To guard you from telling a lie.” - -But, though the child wore a sad look of distress, - No penitent tear dimm’d his eye; -All arguments failed;--Charlie would not confess - That he had been telling a lie. - -The teacher stood there, with her heart raised in prayer - To One whom she felt ever nigh; -Oh how could she bear that her pupil should dare - To grieve him by telling a lie. - -“Dear Father, I know not what course to pursue; - Oh guide me,” she said, with a sigh; -“I am young and too helpless to know what to do - With a child who is telling a lie. - -“Leave not this dear child to perish, I pray, - Oh listen, and hear my sad cry! -What more can I say? I must send him away, - He will not repent of this lie.” - -A change soon was wrought, when Miss Mary was taught - By God, her kind Father on high, -That his Word must be brought, and thence must be sought - His threatenings to those who will lie. - -Charlie reads of the joys of the ransomed above, - And learns that this home in the sky -Forever is closed by our Father in love, - From those who on earth learn to lie. - -To that Heavenly City, so good and so fair, - The Lamb will a welcome deny, -And no little child can e’er hope to go there, - “Who loveth and maketh a lie.”[6] - -The Bible has conquered! The teacher with joy - Sees that tears are now filling his eye, -She kneels and implores for her penitent boy - Forgiveness for telling a lie. - - - - -THE SAILOR AND THE MONKEYS. - - -Once, in the hope of honest gain - From Afric’s golden store, -A brisk young sailor cross’d the main, - And landed on her shore. - -And leaving soon the sultry strand, - Where his fair vessel lay, -He travell’d o’er the neighboring land, - To trade in peaceful way. - -Full many a toy had he to sell, - And caps of scarlet dye, -All such things as he knew full well, - Would please the native’s eye. - -But as he travell’d through the woods, - He longed to take a nap, -And opening there his pack of goods, - Took out a scarlet cap, - -And drew it on his head, thereby - To shield him from the sun, -Then soundly slept, nor thought an eye - Had seen what he had done. - -But many a monkey dwelling there, - Though hidden from his view, -Had closely watched the whole affair, - And longed to do so too. - -And while he slept did each one seize - A cap to deck his brows, -Then climbing up the highest trees, - Sat chattering on the boughs. - -The sailor wak’d, his caps were gone, - And loud and long he grieves, -Till, looking up with heart forlorn, - He spied at once the thieves. - -With cap of red upon each head, - Full fifty faces grim, -The sailor sees amid the trees, - With eyes all fixed on him. - -He brandish’d quick a mighty stick, - But could not reach their bower, -Nor yet could stone, for every one - Was far beyond his power. - -Alas! he thought, I’ve safely brought - My caps far over seas, -But could not guess it was to dress - Such little rogues as these. - -Then quickly down he threw his own, - And loud in anger cried, -“Take this one too, you thievish crew, - Since you have all beside.” - -But, quick as thought the caps were caught - From every monkey’s crown, -And, like himself, each little elf - Threw his directly down. - -He then with ease did gather these, - And in his pack did bind, -Then through the woods convey’d his goods - And sold them to his mind. - - - - -[Illustration] THE MORNING WALK. - - -The sun is up, the air is clear, - The flowers are blooming all around, -The dew-drops glitter on the grass, - And pretty daisies deck the ground. - -How sweet it is to go abroad, - And breathe this lovely morning air, -So fragrant with perfume of flowers, - While everything seems fresh and fair. - -The busy insects flitting round, - The warbling birds on every tree, -Each blade of grass, each opening flower, - All seem to speak, great God, of thee. - -Dear Father, thou hast kindly kept - Thy child from danger all the night, -And now, my heart is filled with joy, - As I behold the morning light. - -And I would speak of all thy love; - Oh, fill my heart with grateful praise, -And may I for these bounteous gifts, - Both love and serve thee all my days. - - - - -STRAWBERRY GIRL. - - -EMILY. - -Mamma, do hear Eliza cry! - She wants a piece of cake, I know, -She will not stir to school without; - Do give her some, and let her go. - - -MOTHER. - -Oh no, my dear, that will not do, - She has behaved extremely ill; -She does not think of minding me, - And tries to gain her stubborn will. - -This morning, when she had her milk, - She gave her spoon a sudden twirl -And threw it all upon the floor; - Oh, she’s a naughty, wicked girl! - -And now, forsooth, she cries for cake, - But that, my dear, I must refuse, -For children never should object - To eating what their parents choose. - -That pretty little girl who came - To sell the strawberries here to-day, -Would have been very glad to eat - What my Eliza threw away; - -Because her parents are so poor - That they have neither milk nor meat, -But gruel and some Indian cake - Is all the children have to eat. - -They have beside three little girls,-- - Mary’s the oldest of them all,-- -And hard enough she has to work - To help the rest, though she’s so small. - -As soon as strawberries are ripe, - She picks all day and will not stop -To play, nor eat a single one - Till she has filled her basket up. - -Then down she comes to sell them all, - And lays the money up to buy -Her stockings and her shoes to wear - When cold and wintry storms are nigh. - -Then Mary has to trudge away, - And gather wood thro’ piles of snow, -To keep the little children warm, - When the frost bites and cold winds blow. - -Oh, then, as she comes home at night, - Hungry and tired, with cold benumb’d, -How would she jump to find a bowl - Of bread and milk all nicely crumb’d. - -But she, dear child, has no such thing; - Of gruel and some Indian cake, -Whether she chooses it or not, - Poor Mary must her supper make. - -And now, my child, will you behave - So ill again another day, -Be cross, and pout, and cry for cake, - And throw your breakfast all away? - - -ELIZA. - -Oh never, never, dear mamma, - I’m sorry that I gave you pain; -Forgive me, and I never will - Be such a naughty girl again. - - - - -[Illustration] ENVY. - - -MELINDA. - -I wish I had a coach, mamma; - O, how I should delight to ride, -Like Jennie Wright, where’er I pleased, - And have a servant at my side. - -The other day, as Ann and I - Were walking down the meadow lane, -With John and Mary Anna Smith, - Who should go by but little Jane! - -The man drove slow, that Miss might view - The charming prospect all around; -How proud she felt that she could ride, - While we were walking on the ground! - -We all ran off and left the coach, - But while we gathered flowers for you, -Mamma, the servant followed us, - For Miss must have some daisies too. - -She seemed resolved to let us know - That she could have just what she pleased, -Then the new coach whirled off, and so - I really hope her mind was eased. - -What was it, ma, that vexed me so - And spoiled the pleasure of the day? -I should have had a charming walk - If that old coach had kept away. - - -MOTHER. - -’Twas envy, child, an odious sin, - That springs from ignorance and pride; -You grieved to see another taste - Enjoyments to yourself denied. - -That little Miss you envied so - Lived six long months in constant pain, -Then the disorder seized her feet, - And she will never walk again. - -I chanced to be at Mr. Wright’s - That very day, when Jane came home; -Her brother took her in his arms, - And brought her sobbing to the room. - -Her mother tenderly enquired - What made her weep. “Alas!” she cried, -“Why, mother, will you urge your child - To seek for pleasure in a ride? - -“At first, I looked with some delight - On the sweet fields so green and gay, -When happy children passed along, - As merry as the birds in May. - -“They laughed, they jumped, they climbed the hedge, - For flowers their pretty wreaths to twine, -And then they wandered through the fields, - To gather blackberries from the vine. - -“I wept, that with such joyous sports - I never more could take a part; -Kind Peter saw how sad I felt, - And tried to cheer my heavy heart. - -“He brought me berries from the vine, - He gathered daisies nice and sweet; -But on the flowers I could not look, - The blackberries I could not eat. - -“Oh, turn, I said, and drive me home, - Each object gives my heart a pain, -And let me in my chamber hide, - And never see a coach again.” - -Now, dear Melinda, do you wish - That you was Jennie Wright, to ride -In a new coach whene’er you please, - And have a servant at your side? - - -MELINDA. - -Oh, no, indeed; for now, mamma, - I see how wicked I have been; -You spoke most truly when you said - That envy was an odious sin. - -Poor Jennie Wright! how very strange - That I should think her proud or vain; -How wicked and unkind it was - For me to envy little Jane. - -I shall feel thankful I can walk - Whene’er I chance a coach to meet; -Nor envy those again who ride, - So long as I can use my feet. - -[Illustration] - - - - -REMEMBER THE POOR. - - “The poor ye have always with you, and when ye will ye may do them - good."--[WORDS OF JESUS. - - -God’s blessing on those - Who remember the poor! -If I had been born - In the Five Points, I’m sure - -I should have been grateful - For work and for food; -And this House of Industry - Must do them great good. - -Our hearts should be filled - With pity for those -Who suffer in winter - For want of warm clothes. - -Who suffer with hunger - For want of nice bread, -While we from God’s bounty - Are constantly fed. - -Then let us remember - How much they endure,-- -Those dear little children - So wretched and poor, - -And do what we can - To provide them with food, -For all our spare pennies - Would do them great good. - - - - -HOLIDAY GIFT. - - -MOTHER. - -My children, I am glad to see - Your holidays have come; -For much it does delight my heart - To see you all at home. - -And that you have behaved so well, - Gives me still greater joy; -For greatly does your happiness - Your mother’s thoughts employ. - -The promise that I gave you all - Most strictly I regard, -And dearly do I love to give - My children their reward. - -So here is a guinea, Charles, for you, - To buy that pretty sword, -Which, when you asked me for last spring, - I could not then afford. - -And, Emma, one for you and Ann, - Between you to divide; -As Charles is older than yourselves, - I hope you’re satisfied. - - -EMMA. - -Oh yes, mamma, ’tis quite enough, - We could not wish for more; -We never in our lives have had - One half as much before. - - -CHARLES. - -Mamma, you seem to be perplexed - With some unpleasant care; -You smile, but then ’tis not the smile - That I have seen you wear. - -Pray, tell me is it anything - That I have said or done? -I hope, mamma, I never shall - Be an ungrateful son. - - -MOTHER. - -Oh, no, my child; you ever have - Been dutiful and kind, -But still, there is a circumstance - That has perplexed my mind. - -You know that worthy family - That lived up on the hill,-- -Poor Mr. Smith, the clever man, - That used to tend the mill. - -Last spring, his wife and little ones - Were very sick, you know; -When they recovered, he was seized, - And died a week ago. - -This very morning, Mrs. Smith - Came here to ask relief; -Poor woman! she looked pale and thin, - And overwhelmed with grief. - -“Dear madam, I am grieved to come - And trouble you,” she said; -“But new afflictions seem to fall - In torrents on my head. - -“Some time before my husband died, - We owed a quarter’s rent, -He laid it up, and would, no doubt, - Have paid it--every cent. - -“But when our earnings all were stopp’d, - And we so long were ill, -I was obliged to take it all, - To pay the doctor’s bill. - -“This very morn our landlord came, - And sternly bade me pay; -I told him all, and begged he’d wait - A little longer day. - -“‘Wait longer? No, indeed I wont; - Too long I have waited now; -So pay, or you’ll march out of doors, - And I shall take your cow.’” - -The widow wept, and then she said, - “I am willing to be poor,-- -But yet to lose my only cow - Seems too much to endure.” - - -CHARLES. - -Here, take this money, ma, and pay - As far as it will go; -I had rather never have a sword - Than she should suffer so. - - -EMMA AND ANN. - -And ours, mamma; do take it all, - To pay that cruel man; -And pray make haste before he comes - To frighten them again. - - -MOTHER. - -Come to my arms, my precious ones, - I only meant to see -Whether your little hearts were warmed - With sweet humanity. - -I’ll take your money for this debt,-- - And never did I pay -A sum away with such delight, - As I shall do this day. - -Come, then, my children, let us go; - It is a bless’d employ -To cheer the widow’s heart and fill - The fatherless with joy. - -[Illustration] - -Oh, do not neglect - Your practice, my dear; -Papa will expect - Some good music to hear; -For he has been absent - Almost a whole year. - - - - -[Illustration] NURSERY CHILDREN NEEDING HOMES. - - -“Two orphan children, under five, - With pleasant, sunny faces, -Brother and sister, much attached, - Are candidates for ‘places.’” - -Thus writes a lady from the Home; - And Fred has asked papa, -To take them both, and let them live - With him and dear mamma. - -Papa replies: “My dear, I think - We’ve boys enough already; -But we will take the little girl-- - A play-mate for our Freddy.” - -O, must these little orphans part? - What will the poor boy do? -He hesitates a moment, then - He says, “we’ll take the two! - -“For ’twould be very hard, to part - The sister from her brother; -Poor little friendless ones, who now - So dearly love each other. - -“Mamma will not consent, I’m sure, - These orphans thus to part, -There’s room enough to hold them both, - In her warm, loving heart.” - -Fred runs at once to ask mamma, - If she will be a mother -To this dear little girl and boy-- - The sister and the brother. - -She prays her Savior, then, to guide, - And teach her what to do; -Fred soon returns to tell papa,-- - “Yes; we must take the two!” - -For while she knelt in earnest prayer, - The Savior seemed to say, -In sweetest accents to her heart, - “Work, while ’tis called to-day. - -“Take these dear little orphans home-- - Go, feed these lambs for me, -And I will care for you and yours, - I will your Savior be.” - -Oh, will not other parents hear, - The Savior sweetly plead, -_For my sake_, take these orphans home, - And be my friends indeed. - - - - -ALMIRA AND MINNIE. - - -MOTHER. - -Almira, go and get your work, - And sit with me, my dear; -And, Minnie, you may read to us,-- - We will with pleasure hear. - -Two little misses thus employed - Is a delightful sight; -Then after tea the time’s your own, - And you may play till night. - -Minnie, why do you look displeased? - Don’t you approve my plan? -Well, alter it yourself, my dear; - Improve it if you can. - - -MINNIE. - -I’m tired of sitting here alone, - Mamma, with only you; -I’m tired of work, indeed I am, - I’m tired of reading, too. - -And only just Almira here, - And Fido now to play; -If I’d my will I’d go abroad - Most gladly every day. - - -MOTHER. - -Minnie, do you know Peggy Hill, - That little, modest child, -Who sometimes comes on errands here? - She lives with Mrs. Wild. - -She came the other day when you - Was sitting here with me; -Almira sewed, you had a book, - And read quite prettily. - -She tried to do her errand twice; - But when she came to speak, -I saw her turn aside and wipe - A tear from off her cheek. - -I thought it strange, and led her out; - “What ails you, child,” said I; -“Pray have you hurt yourself, or what - Can thus have made you cry?” - -“Oh, no,” she said, “I am not hurt; - I am to blame, I fear; -But such a tender sight as this - Will always force a tear. - -“For I had tender parents once,-- - Affectionate and kind; -But they are dead; they both have gone, - And left their child behind. - -“I had a little sister, too, - And many a pleasant day -We with our mother worked and read - The cheerful hours away. - -“But when we lost our parents, ma’am, - Our living all was fled; -And we were placed in strangers’ hands, - To earn our daily bread. - -“My sister could not long support - The hardship of her fate; -She left this miserable world - And sought a happier state. - -“Since then I have mourn’d my heavy lot; - Alone, without relief,-- -I have no friend to pity me - Or listen to my grief. - -“My mistress lives in wealth and ease, - From want and sorrow free; -She never knew what labor was, - Nor can she feel for me. - -“I work from morn till night, and try - To please her all the while, -And think sometimes I’d give the world - Just for one pleasant smile. - -“But every day I give offence, - In spite of all my care; -And cruel words from day to day, - It is my lot to bear.” - - -MINNIE. - -Oh, how I pity Peggy Hill! - Her case is sad indeed; -I’m thankful for my happy home,-- - Dear mother, let me read. - -And let Almira get her work;-- - Fido, you run away -Till after tea, then on the green - We’ll run, and jump, and play. - -[Illustration] - - - - -THE INDIAN AND THE PLANTER. - - -By the door of his house a planter stood, - In fair Virginia’s clime, -When the setting sun had tinged the wood - With its golden hue sublime. - -The lands of this planter were broadly spread, - He lacked not gold or gear, -And his house had plenty of meat and bread - To make them goodly cheer. - -An Indian came from the forest deep, - A hunter in weary plight, -Who in humble accents asked to sleep - ’Neath the planter’s roof that night. - -To the Indian’s need he took no heed, - But forbade his longer stay; -“Then give me,” he said, “but a crust of bread, - And I’ll travel on my way.” - -In wrath the planter this denied, - Forgetting the golden rule; -“Then give me, for mercy’s sake,” he cried, - “A cup of water cool. - -“All day I have travell’d o’er fen and bog, - In chase of the bounding deer;” -“Away,” cried the planter, “you Indian dog, - For you shall have nothing here.” - -The Indian turned to his distant home, - Though hungry and travel sore, -And the planter enter’d his goodly dome, - Nor thought of the Indian more. - -When the leaves were sere, to chase the deer, - This self same planter went, -And bewildered stood, in a dismal wood, - When the day was fully spent. - -He had lost his way in the chase that day, - And in vain to find it tried, -When a glimmering light fell on his sight, - From a wigwam close beside. - -He thither ran, and a savage man - Received him as a guest; -He brought him cheer, the flesh of deer, - And gave him of the best. - -Then kindly spread for the white man’s bed, - His softest skins beside, -And at break of day, through the forest way, - Went forth to be his guide. - -At the forest’s verge, did the planter urge, - His service to have paid, -But the savage bold refused his gold, - And thus to the white man said: - -“I came of late to the white man’s gate, - And weary and faint was I, -Yet neither meat, nor water sweet, - Did the Indian’s wants supply. - -“Again should he come to the white man’s home - My service let him pay, -Nor say, again to the fainting man, - You ‘Indian dog, away!’” - - - - -THE INDIAN AND THE BASKET.[7] - - -Among Rhode Island’s early sons, - Was one whose orchards fair, -By plenteous and well-flavored fruit, - Rewarded all his care. - -For household use they stored the best, - And all the rest conveyed -To neighboring mill, were ground and press’d, - And into cider made. - -The wandering Indian oft partook - The generous farmer’s cheer; -He liked his food, but better still - His cider fine and clear. - -And as he quaff’d the pleasant draught, - The kitchen fire before, -He longed for some to carry home, - And asked for more and more. - -The farmer saw a basket new - Beside the Indian bold, -And smiling said, “I’ll give to you - As much as that will hold.” - -Both laughed, for how could liquid thing - Within a basket stay; -But yet the jest unanswering, - The Indian went his way, - -When next from rest the farmer sprung, - So very cold the morn, -The icicles like diamonds hung - On every spray and thorn. - -The brook that babbled by his door - Was deep, and clear, and strong, -And yet unfettered by the frost, - Leaped merrily along. - -The self-same Indian by this brook. - The astonished farmer sees; -He laid his basket in the stream, - Then hung it up to freeze. - -And by this process oft renewed, - The basket soon became -A well-glazed vessel, tight and good, - Of most capacious frame. - -The door he entered speedily, - And claim’d the promis’d boon, -The farmer, laughing heartily, - Fulfilled his promise soon. - -Up to the basket’s brim he saw - The sparkling cider rise, -And to rejoice his absent squaw, - He bore away the prize. - -Long lived the good man at the farm,-- - The house is standing still, -And still leaps merrily along, - The much diminished rill. - -And his descendants still remain, - And tell to those who ask it, -The story they have often heard - About the INDIAN’S BASKET. - - - - -[Illustration] GRANDMAMMA’S STORY. - - -Oh, tell some tales of ancient times, - Dear grandmamma, again; -When you was young as we are now, - Said little Mary Jane. - -She raised her mild blue eyes, and said, - I have a tale to tell, -Which once I read, when I was young, - And now remember well. - -My mother bought the book for me, - And brought it home one day, -When I had been a naughty girl, - And passionate at play. - -Although the tale was very sad, - I tell it now, that you -May see what very wicked things, - An angry child may do. - - -GRANDMAMMA’S STORY OF THE BLIND -CHILD. - -Some ladies once agreed with me, - To give our little ones a sail; -The day was fine, the summer wind - Just blew a soft and pleasant gale. - -We stepped on board a pleasure boat, - With gayest colors painted o’er, -And in the bosom of the stream, - We sweetly sailed along the shore. - -Our children could not keep their seats, - But every sportive girl and boy, -With hearts as cheerful as the day, - Did skip about the deck for joy; - -Except one pretty little girl, - Who sat alone with downcast eye, -And now and then I saw a tear, - And thought I heard a broken sigh. - -I wondered much that one so young, - Should seem so pensively inclined, -And asked her mother what it meant; - “Alas!” said she, “the child is blind. - -“One day, I never shall forget, - She and her brother were at play; -Something she said offended him, - And so they had a childish fray. - -“She turned her head and gave a look, - ’T was half a smile and half grimace; -His temper rose,--he caught a fork - And threw it in his sister’s face. - -“It struck her eye, the blood gushed out, - He screamed, and turn’d as pale as death; -Oh, never shall my memory lose - That dreadful scene while I have breath. - -“For three long, melancholy months, - We kept her in a darkened room, -With a close bandage round her eyes, - Where not a ray of light could come. - -“The doctors tried their utmost skill - To keep her sight, but all in vain; -At length the wounded eyes were healed, - But she will never see again. - -“Her brother’s heart is almost broke; - ‘Oh, Harriet,’ he often cries, -‘If I was owner of the world, - I’d give it to restore your eyes. - -“‘But you will laugh and play no more, - Nor your dear parents’ faces see, -Nor trees, nor fields, nor blooming flowers, - And never will you look on me. - -“‘Oh, wrretched, miserable boy! - What has my wicked temper done; -I’ve shut my dear, dear sister’s eyes - Forever from the cheerful sun!’” - -This story, children, made me feel - How very wicked I had been; -To lose my temper when at play, - I felt to be a grievous sin. - -And now, my dears, said grandmamma, - May this sad tale I’ve told to-day -Lead you to guard your hearts with care, - And ne’er be angry when at play. - - - - -BLACKBERRY GIRL. - -PART II. - -Part I. in “Songs for Little Ones at Home.” - - -“What have you in that basket, child?” - “They are blackberries, Miss, all picked to-day; -They’re very nice, and fully ripe;--Do - look at them, and taste them, pray.” - -“Oh, yes, they are very nice indeed! - Here’s four-pence, that will buy a few, -Not quite so many as I could eat; - However, I must make them do.” - -“No, Miss; but you must take the whole.” - “I can’t, indeed, my money’s spent; -I should be glad to buy them all, - But I have not another cent. - -“And if you had a thousand, Miss, - I’d not accept of one from you; -Pray take them! they are all your own, - And take the little basket, too. - -“Have you forgot that little girl - You last year gave a bonnet to? -You may, perhaps, but ever will - That little girl remember you. - -“For ever since I’ve been to church,-- - And much do I delight to go,-- -For there I learned the way to heaven, - Which I so long had wished to know. - -“One day I thought within myself, - That pretty basket Billy wove -I’ll fill with fruit for that dear Miss, - For sure ’t will be a work of love. - -“And so, this morning, up I rose, - While yet the fields were wet with dew, -And picked the nicest I could find, - And brought them fresh and sweet to you. - -“I know the gift is small, indeed, - For such a lady to receive; -But yet, I hope you’ll not refuse - All that poor Phebe has to give.” - - - - -SUPPER FOR THE ROBINS. - - -These dear little birdies - Will not fly away; -They come for their breakfast - And supper each day. - -They come in the morning, - At noon, and at night, -And always are welcomed - With greatest delight. - -And crumbs in abundance - They always have found -Just under the window, - Spread out on the ground. - -Now Minnie and Ella - Are watching to see -Their dear little robins - Come down from the tree, - -Where they have been warbling - A beautiful lay, -To charm the dear children - At close of the day. - -[Illustration] - -[Illustration] - - - - -BREAKFAST FOR THE ROBINS - - -When supper is over, - The birds fly away, -And sing a new song - At dawn of the day. - -These sweet little robins - Such lovely notes raise, -They seem to be singing - Their Creator’s praise. - -Awake, little Minnie! - Come, Ella, arise! -The sun is beginning - His course in the skies. - -Your birdies already - Are waiting for you -To give them their breakfast; - Now what will you do? - -They rouse from their slumbers, - Then kneel down to pray;-- -Thus Minnie and Ella - Begin the new day. - -Before their own breakfast - Is ready, they go -To see if the robins - Are waiting below. - -And there one dear songster - Is sure to be found -As soon as his breakfast - Is spread on the ground. - - - - -THE WIDOW OF ZAREPHATH. - - -No rain had descended, the fountains were dry, - The streamlets no water afford; -No clouds, thick and heavy, bespoke a supply, -When a voice to Elijah descends from on high, - And spoke the commands of the Lord. - -Arise, O Elijah! to Zion repair, - Awhile in Zarephath remain; -A poor widow woman will welcome thee there, -To thee of her little a portion will spare, - And with food and with water sustain. - -The Prophet arose at the heav’nly desire, - His steps to Zarephath he bound, -When lo! the poor widow in humble attire, -And busied with gathering sticks for her fire, - At the gates of the city he found. - -He said, “I have travelled a wearisome way; - From Cherith to-day I have hied; -I have passed by no fountain my thirst to allay, -Then fetch me a draught of cold water, I pray, - Lest I perish with thirst at thy side.” - -She turned, and again to the woman he spoke, - “A stranger am I in the land, -And since in compassion my thirst thou wilt slake, -Remember I also am hunger’d, and take - A morsel of bread in thy hand.” - -She answered, “As liveth thy Maker and Lord, - No bread for thy hunger have I; -Of oil but a little my cruise can afford, -But an handful of meal in my barrel is stor’d, - And from none can I ask a supply. - -“For fuel to dress this small portion, to-day, - To the gates of the city I hie, -And now with these sticks I return on my way, -That my son and myself may our hunger allay, - Then calmly resign us to die.” - -Then answered Elijah, “As thou hast begun, - Go on till thy home shall appear; -Make cakes of thy meal, and first bake for me one, -Then after another for thee and thy son, - And your hunger allay without fear. - -“For thus saith thy Maker, the meal shall not waste, - And the oil in the cruise shall not fail, -But thou and thy household his bounty shall taste, -Till the day when his wrath and his anger is past, - And showers of plenty prevail.” - -No need had Elijah the words to repeat,-- - To the house of the widow he went; -Many days he sojourned in the quiet retreat, -And she, and her son, and the prophet did eat, - And the oil and the meal were not spent. - -Yet more would you hear how this widow was bless’d, - How her son from the dead was restored, -Go turn to the Book where the tale is express’d, - Of Elijah, beloved of the Lord. - - - - -SKATING. - - -Do not fear - To venture out, -Tho’ Jack Frost - May be about. - -Come, enjoy - This bracing air; -Ice is solid - Everywhere. - -It is safe - To skate or slide; -See how swiftly - Now we glide! - -O’er the pond, - All together;-- -Oh, what healthy, - Charming weather! - -[Illustration] - - - - -TO MY INFANT NEPHEW. - - -Is this new life so sweet to thee, my little baby boy, -That thus thy minutes seem to be a constant course of joy? -I gaze upon thy laughing face, I hear thy joyous tone, -Till the glad feeling of thy heart oft passes to my own. - -No titled infant for whose brow a coronet shines fair -Is blest with better health than thou or nursed with tenderer care; -And be it prince or peasant’s child, the station high or low, -These blessings are the only ones its earliest days can know. - -I would not damp thy present joy with tales of future care, -Nor paint the ills of life, dear boy, which thou must feel and bear; -The early dew is fair to view although it vanish soon, -And lovely is the morning flower that withers when ’tis noon. - -Thy heavenly Father, by whose will a living soul is thine, -By his good Spirit visits still this heritage divine, -And children who in innocence the path of life hath trod, -Hear often in their tender minds the indwelling voice of God. - -As reason dawns, as mind expands, in childhood’s opening day, -Thou oft wilt hear his high commands, to shun the evil way; -And every evil thought resigned to this divine control, -Will bring a sweetness to thy mind, a blessing to thy soul. - -Dear as thy welfare is to me, I cannot frame a thought, -I cannot breathe a wish for thee with happiness more fraught, -Than that this heavenly Friend may prove the Ruler of thy way, -And thy young heart incline to love, to hearken, and obey. - - - - -SLEEP, LITTLE BIRDIE! - - -Hush, little birdie, - I’ll sing you a song, -One that is sweet, - And not very long; - Peep! peep! - Go to sleep! - -Lullaby, birdie! - While taking your rest,-- -Nothing shall harm you, - You’re safe in your nest. - Peep! peep! - Go to sleep! - - - - -THE WOUNDED FOOT. - - -The children are grieved, for the poor little boy - Has wounded his foot with a thorn; -And Willie and Fred have left their play, - And both of them have gone - -To ask mamma to run to the spot, - And try to relieve the pain; -She will help the dear boy, but he must not run - Without stockings and shoes again. - -[Illustration] - - - - -LITTLE ELLEN’S REQUEST. - - -“I do not like this dress of mine,” - Said little Ellen to her mother; -“The girls at school are dressed so fine,-- - I wish that I could have another. - -“Do buy me one that’s very gay, - And a new bonnet trimmed with lace,-- -Unless I look as smart as they - I feel ashamed to show my face.” - -Her mother said, “ Ellen, my dear, - Your clothes, I’m sure, are very good; -Nor would I wish you to appear - So fine and gaudy if you could. - -“I try to dress you neat and plain, - That I may buy you useful books; -And if you’re neither proud nor vain, - I’m sure our friends will like your looks. - -“Whene’er I dress you, I must say, - Would God be pleased with things like these? -For, Ellen, we must seek each day - In all we do our God to please. - - - - -MILKING THE COWS. - - -’T was near the close of day, yet bright - The sun shone o’er the hill, -And pour’d a flood of golden light - On every object still. - -With hat in hand, and reeking brows, - Did little Thomas come, -For he had helped to bring the cows - From distant pasture home. - -Now, seated on the gray stone wall - Which all the yard surrounds, -His eye attentive noted all - That passed within its bounds. - -With snow-white pail, the dairy’s pride, - Each milker seated low, -Rested his head against the side - Of every gentle cow. - -From Brown and Pied, from Black and Red, - The milk with care was drawn; -But Brindle fiercely shook her head - And raised her pointed horn. - -Away she ran; but boy and man - Soon overtook and tied her, -And sturdy Ben, to milk her then, - Sat closely down beside her. - -So! So! they cried, stand steady now. - But all would not avail, -For with her foot the restless cow - Soon overthrew the pail. - -On dirt and sward the milk was pour’d - By Brindle’s luckless blow, -And in a pen they put her then - Till she could gentle grow. - -The rest were sent, the milking done, - To graze in grassy field, -Till summon’d by the rising sun - Their morning’s milk to yield. - - - - -LOST CHILD. - - -In Newport, through the silent street - At midnight came a hum -Of voices and of passing feet, - And loudly-beaten drum. - -A child was lost,--none could be found - In alley, street, or lane; -His friends in sorrow searched around, - But search was all in vain. - -Though many a lantern lent its aid - And torches beamed on high, -In vain the mournful party stray’d - Till morning lit the sky. - -Then by the water’s side they came, - And there, oh, sad to say! -All cold and wet, his lifeless frame - Upon the sea-weed lay. - -That morning, when he strayed from home, - Poor little Johnnie plann’d -Along the water’s edge to roam, - Among the yellow sand. - -And, as he sported free from care - The slippery rocks around, -The rising tide surprised him there, - And there the boy was drowned. - -They bore him home, a mournful sight, - Then, speedily arrayed, -His little form in spotless white - Was in a coffin laid. - -Next came his friends, a mournful band, - To form the funeral throng, -Where many children hand in hand - Walked silently along. - -In grave-yard green may now be seen - O’er Johnnie’s grave a stone, -And letters fair engraven there - His name and age make known. - - - - -GOD, THE GREAT CREATOR. - - -“Dear mother,” one morning a little boy said, -“Pray tell me by whom this fine country was made; -At home in our town, where the houses are thick, -I know how they make them of timber and brick. - -“I have seen how the mason and carpenter, too, -With trowel and hammer their labors pursue; -But not half so fine do their works all appear -As doth the fair covering that’s everywhere here. - -“How lovely this grass with the flowers so sweet! -Nor do I remember a house in the street -So high as that tree where the little bird sings; -Did God, dearest mother, make all these fine things?” - -“He did, my dear boy,” did his mother reply; -“Our Father in heaven, who dwells in the sky, -Made all these fine things,--the wide earth and seas, -The hills and the mountains, the rocks and the trees. - -“This carpet of grass with its blossoms so fair, -The beasts of the wood and the fowls of the air,-- -All my dear boy has seen in sunshine or shade, -His heavenly Father in kindness has made. - -“And life, health, and strength he has given to thee, -And hearing, and eye-sight these beauties to see; -O, give him thine heart, then, in grief and in joy; -He will love thee and make thee his own little boy; -Will guard thee in safety thro’ life, and will even -Take thee with him to dwell in his beautiful heaven.” - -[Illustration] - - - - -TIBBY AND HER KITTEN. - - -Kit has not a sister, - Nor has she a brother; -And she is the darling - Of Tibby, her mother. - -She stands there and purrs - With motherly pride, -While dear little kitty - Is close by her side. - -T ’is pleasant to watch them-- - Now they are at play, -With a round ball between them - Just rolling away. - -If puss could not play - ’Twould be a great pity; -’Tis only one year - Since she was a kitty. - -How funny it seems, - That she is a mother; -’Tis only one year - Since she and her brother - -Were found in the stable - One warm summer day, -Where old Spot had hid them - So snugly away. - -Such wee bits of kitties - You never did see, -And one was for Willie - And one was for me. - -But one of those kitties - Strayed off from his mother, -Then my little Tibby - Had no more a brother. - -Now she and old Spot - Scarce notice each other, -For Tibby, though young, - Is now a fond mother. - -While grandmother Spot - Is roaming about -Not one rat or mouse - Will dare to come out. - -And Tibby’s a mouser,-- - She’ll soon teach her kitty -To chase them about - Without any pity. - -Just look at her now, - With kit at her side, -And see how she watches - With motherly pride - -Her one little darling - Who has not a brother -Or sister to share - The love of her mother. - -Our Father has taught them - To care for each other; -He teaches our Tabby - To be a fond mother. - -He teaches our kitty - To gambol and play, -And cares for them kindly - By night and by day. - -Each creature that lives - And moves on the earth, -Our dear heavenly Father - Has kept from its birth. - -And he loves to see them - So joyous and gay, -And makes them so happy - They all love to play. - -I’m glad that they have - Such love for each other, -I’m glad that my kitty - Does love her dear mother. - - - - -HAPPY CAT. - - -In eighteen hundred and eighteen, - In pleasant time of Spring, -The pretty kitten first was seen, - Whose history I sing. - -And first her pedigree to tell,-- - She came, I understand, -Of parents as respectable - As any in the land. - -Tib she was always called, for why? - It was her mother’s name, -And lively was the kitten’s eye, - And active was her frame. - -The soft, warm coat that covered her, - Was goodly to the sight, -For spots of grey and yellow fur - Shone ’mid the milky white. - -She quickly learned both rat and mouse - To combat and surprise, -For these abounded in the house - Where first Tib oped her eyes. - -One half the year she tarried here, - And then went to reside -With Mrs. H., who lived quite near, - (Her cat had lately died.) - -There play’d she many a youthful trick, - Which gain’d her great applause; -The rolling ball she’d follow quick, - And seize between her paws. - -The floating feather she would chase, - And with a spring attain; -Nor buzzing fly could rest in peace - About the window pane. - -But one mischievous trick of puss - I mention to her shame; -To see the mistress of the house - A gentle lady came. - -Tib saw the bonnet of the guest - Most carefully laid down, -Then quickly comes to take her rest - Within the satin crown. - -Miss Tibby’s head, and tail, and ears, - Into this quiet station -Are drawn, and not a hair appears - To common observation. - -At length the lady took her hat,-- - And how they all did stare -And laugh to see a sleeping cat - So snugly nestled there. - -Six years rolled smoothly like the first, - From every evil free, -And many a kitten had she nurs’d - The prettiest that could be. - -A most unusual sound one night - Was heard, and Tib thereby -Was roused at once from slumbers light, - To hear a baby cry! - -No sound like this had met her ears - Within that ancient dome -In all the many quiet years - That this had been her home. - -Straight up the stairway did she spring, - And there beheld the elf,-- -A cunning, little, helpless thing, - No bigger than herself. - -Tib loved the baby from that day, - And oft would rub her head -Against him in a friendly way, - Or sit beside his bed. - -When puss was old, the baby Tom - Had grown a stately boy, -And since her feeble days had come, - He would his time employ - -In nursing the poor, feeble cat, - With bread and milk to feed, -Or give her meat, both lean and fat, - According to her need. - -[Illustration] - - - - -TIBBY’S DEATH. - - -It now becomes us to relate - The time of Tibby’s death; -In eighteen hundred and twenty-eight - She drew her latest breath. - -Old age and slow disease conspired - This faithful cat to slay, -And in the garden she expired, - About the last of May. - -Her’s was a happy life indeed; - So quiet and secure, -From all the persecutions freed - That many cats endure. - -Though duly fed with milk and bread, - At morn and evening, too, -No man, or youth,--or child, in truth, - A better mouser knew. - -The closet door oft stood ajar, - Each shelf with viands crown’d, -Yet not the worse for honest puss - Were e’er the dishes found. - -If Tib, a cat, such praise could gain - For honest, faithful deed, -Oh, how much more should those attain - Who think, and speak, and read. - - - - -[Illustration] SPRING - - -The beautiful spring-time,--the beautiful spring, - Has come with its treasure of flowers -And dear robin red-breasts again come to sing - In this beautiful garden of ours. - -Spring, summer, and autumn, and winter, I know, - Each in turn fill our hearts with great pleasure; -But spring, lovely spring-time, you certainly bring - The greatest abundance of treasure. - - - -UP! UP! AWAY! - - -At dawn of the day, - When I’m wishing to sleep, -My dear little birdie - This carol will keep,-- - Up! Up! Away! - See! See! ’T is day! - -At dawn of the day - It is _so hard_ to wake; -But I’ll listen and hear, - For my dear birdie’s sake; - Up! Up! you’ll say, - See! See! ’T is day! - - - - -THE SABBATH BREAKER. - - -One pleasant morn, o’er hill and plain - The sunbeams brightly fell, -And loudly o’er the steepled fane - Rung out the Sabbath bell. - -And they who loved the day of rest, - Went forth with one accord,-- -Each in the way he deemed the best, - To wait upon the Lord. - -But not with these, in lane or street - Was Henry seen that day; -He had not learned to turn his feet - To wisdom’s pleasant way. - -But he God’s holy day would take - With wicked boys to rove -In search of walnut trees to shake - Throughout the woody grove. - -With basket o’er his shoulders thrown, - His garments soiled and torn, -Young Henry sauntered from the town - This pleasant Sabbath morn. - -His widowed mother, sick and poor, - Had taught him better things; -And thus to see him leave her door, - Her heart with sorrow wrings. - -She tried God’s holy Book to heed, - As it before her lay; -But while she sought the words to read, - Her thoughts were far away. - -The sun his parting radiance shed,-- - Each hour increased her care, -When stranger steps with heavy tread - Came up her narrow stair. - -And in their arms her son they bore, - Insensible and pale, -While many a stain of crimson gore - Revealed the hapless tale. - -He’d spent the day amid the wood - In happiness and glee, -And, just at eve, triumphant stood - Upon a lofty tree. - -The bough, the very topmost bough, - Beneath his weight gave way, -And on the rocks quite senseless now - The wretched sufferer lay. - -With mangled flesh, and laboring breath, - And sadly fractured limb, -For many a week he lay till death - A mercy seemed to him. - -Yet, ere its bonds the spirit burst, - Deep penitence was given; -And thus, for Jesus’ sake, we trust, - He found a home in heaven. - - - - -MY SON, GIVE ME THINE HEART. - - -Time is flying, dearest children, - Come and give your hearts away; -Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus! - He will teach you how to pray. - -Time is flying--do not linger, - Listen to his voice to-day; -Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus! - He will teach you how to pray. - -Time is flying--quickly flying, - Precious one do not delay, -Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus! - He delights to hear you pray. - -Time is flying _now_, dear children, - Come and give your hearts away; -Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus! - He will teach you how to pray. - - - - -[Illustration] VISIT TO THE COUNTRY. - - -A little boy one morning rose, - And from his chamber high, -Saw with delight the sun was bright - And beautiful the sky. - -For with his mother and his aunt, - That day full well he knew -Was planned for him a pleasant jaunt - Across the waters blue. - -And soon from head to foot complete - The little boy was dressed; -But yet no breakfast could he eat, - So full of joy his breast. - -Ere ten o’clock their trunks were packed, - And all were in array, -Nor yet a piece of cake they lacked - To eat upon the way. - -Oh, had you seen the pretty boat - With mast and sail and oar, -In which the happy party float - The peaceful billows o’er. - -By pebbly shore and island green, - Where thick the bushes grew, -Each little girl and boy, I ween, - Had longed to be there too. - -But soon they reached the island where - Their cousin kind had come -With greeting fair to meet them there, - And take them to his home. - -His good brown horse drew wagon bright, - In which was room enough, -For better far than chaises light - Are these when roads are rough. - -The good horse trotted with his load,-- - The whip he did not need, -And o’er the high and rugged road - Our travellers bore with speed. - -I cannot tell each charming sight - That on the dear boy’s view -Arose to fill him with delight, - For all to him was new. - -Here swam a flock of gabbling geese - In waters bright and still, -Nor did the sheep the gambols cease - About the verdant hill. - -The cattle from their grassy meal - Raised up a heavy eye, -And many a pig sent forth its squeal - As rolled the wagon by. - -And now the house appear’d in view - That they should tarry in,-- -Then barking out the house-dog flew - And out came all their kin. - -They kindly welcome gave each guest, - And full refreshment brought; -Then evening came, and needful rest - Each weary traveller sought. - - - - -LITTLE LYDIA AND THE RAZOR. - - -“This box little Lydia may put in its place,” - Said her uncle, “for I am quite lame; -My razor is nicely shut up in its case, - Be careful, my dear, of the same.” - -But Lydia had seen this razor so bright - In the hands of her uncle display’d, -And when she was once fairly out of his sight, -She open’d the box, and saw with delight - The beautiful handle and blade. - -She met her young sister; “Dear Abby,” she said, - “This beautiful thing only see; -Sit down here directly, and hold up your head, - I’ll shave you as nice as can be.” - -Her sister consented, and now they begin - Their dangerous play with delight; -But, lo! the first stroke brings blood from her chin, - And both scream aloud with affright. - -At the sound of these voices their mother appear’d - And well might such figures amaze her; -For one little girl was with blood all besmeared, - The other was holding a razor. - -Now Abby was washed, and a plaster they bring - For the cut on her face most befitting; -And Lydia was told what a terrible thing, - She’d been on the point of committing. - -They were warned for the future such playthings to shun, - And I trust they remember their warning; -For I’ve heard of no mischief these children have done, - Since that most unfortunate morning. - - - - -NATURE SPEAKS OF GOD. - - -How beautiful this world, O Lord! - On every side thy hand I see; -The earth is with thy bounties stored, - All nature seems to speak of thee! -Oh, teach a little child to know -And love that God who made them so! - -Each fowl that swiftly wings the air, - And warbling birds on every tree, -All claim our heavenly Father’s care, - And they, too, seem to speak of thee. -Oh, teach a little child to know -And love that God who made them so! - -The air, the ocean, and the land - Are full of life as they can be, -And all from thy kind, bounteous hand - Receive supplies of food from thee. -Oh, teach a little child to know -That glorious God who loves them so! - -And thou, my Father, dost provide - A happy home and friends for me; -My daily wants are all supplied, - And all proceeds alone from thee. -Oh teach a little child to know -That glorious God who loves him so! - -[Illustration] - - - - -[Illustration] BABY HAS GOT A TOOTH. - - -“Papa, I have glorious news to tell!” - Said a bright-eyed little boy, -As his father alighted from the stage, - And greeted his son with joy. - -They had rattled away in the stage all day, - Those passengers crowded together, -And some had to fret because it was wet, - And all were quite tired of the weather. - -But now shouts of laughter arose from the stage, - All lost their ill-humor in truth, -As they heard that dear boy tell the glorious news, - “Our baby has just got a tooth!” - - - - -[Illustration] - - -Ocean steamers - Come and go -Very frequently, - You know. - -Once it took - A month, or more, -To cross the sea - From shore to shore. - -[Illustration: BIBLE HOUSE (Astor Place).] - - - - -BIBLE STORIES AND HYMNS. - - - - -SOLOMON’S CHOICE. - - -“Be strong, and shew thyself a man!” - Said David to his youthful son. -“I die! keep thou the charge from God, - And in his ways and precepts run!” - -So David slept--and Solomon - Desired to do just what was right, -And God spoke to him in a dream, - “What shall I give thee? Ask to-night.” - -“Oh, God,” he said, “Thou hast been kind - To place me on king David’s throne; -Yet, I am but a little child, - I am not fit to go alone. - -“An understanding heart I want, - To guard thine Israel, Lord, from sin-- -This mighty people! Teach me, Lord, - How to go out--how to come in.” - -“Thy choice is good!” the Lord replied, - “An understanding heart I give; -No monarch yet has ever reigned - So well. No king so wise shall live.” - -“’T is well that thou hast sought this thing, - And hast not asked long life and health, -Riches or honors,--yet I give - To thee and thine abundant wealth!” - -“Ask what thou wilt” in prayer, dear child; - God promises to give it thee, -And shouldst thou heavenly wisdom seek, - All other things shall added be. - - - - -SOLOMON’S JUDGMENT. - - “And all Israel heard of the judgment, and they feared King - Solomon, for they saw that the wisdom of God was in him."--KINGS - iii: 28. - - -No King e’er reigned like Solomon, - So good was he and wise; -When distant nations heard his fame, - It filled them with surprise. - -And all the people feared to do, - Unjust and wicked things; -They feared the secret he would learn - From God the King of kings. - -For they all knew at Gibeon, - God made the heart rejoice, -When in the silence of the night, - He made that happy choice.[8] - -And asked an understanding heart,-- - The wisdom he should need -To guide the people, and that God - Would be his friend indeed. - -They knew that God approv’d his choice, - And gave him such a name, -For wisdom and integrity, - That all would hear his fame. - -One day a mother came to him, - To claim an only son, -An infant only nine days old, - And thus in tears begun:-- - -“My lord, O king, behold and see, - This woman by my side! -She had a son the age of mine, - But in the night he died. - -“No one was with us in the house, - So she was not afraid -To place her dead child, while I slept, - Where my dear boy was laid. - -“And when I woke, at early dawn, - To nurse my little son, -I thought my darling dead, but soon - I saw what she had done.” - -“It is not so,” the woman cried, - “The dead boy let her bring, -That is her child, the living one - Belongs to me, O king!” - -“Bring in a sword!” said Solomon, - “Now cut the child in two! -We’ll give the other woman half, - One half belongs to you.” - -Joyful the wicked woman spoke, - “But half the babe is thine; -O righteous king divide the boy, - And let one half be mine.” - -Her bowels yearning for her son, - The mother quick replied, -“No, take the living child for thine, - Give me the one that died. - -“O king, in pity, spare my boy, - And let him not be slain! -Thy handmaid then will hasten home, - Nor trouble thee again.” - -“In nowise slay or hurt the babe,” - King Solomon replied, -“The _mother’s heart_ shall plead for her, - Give her the living child!” - - - - -SOLOMON’S WISDOM. - - And Solomon’s wisdom excelled the wisdom of all the children of the - east country, and all the wisdom of Egypt."--KINGS iv. - - -In Solomon’s most peaceful reign - What happiness was felt! -Under his vine and fig tree, then, - Each man in safety dwelt. - -Israel and Judah lived secure, - In Canaan’s fruitful land, -And God enlarged the Monarch’s heart, - And made him understand - -All wisdom Eastern sages learn’d, - And those of Egypt, too; -Of trees of Lebanon he wrote,-- - All living plants he knew. - -Of beasts,--of fowl,--of creeping things, - And fish the king could write, -And in his Songs and Proverbs still - All nations take delight. - -Silver, and gold, and precious stones, - Were sent him day by day, -And camels laden with rich goods, - From regions far away. - -So prosperous a reign as this, - God’s people ne’er had known, -And mighty kings oft came to see - The monarch on his throne. - -Thus God had said,[9] “Since thou dost choose - To walk in wisdom’s ways, -Thou shalt be rich, and wise, and great, - Before me _all_ thy days. - - - - -SOLOMON AND THE QUEEN OF SHEBA. - - “And when the Queen of Sheba heard of the fame of Solomon she came - to prove him with hard questions. And she gave the king of gold and - of spices a very great store, and precious stones."--KINGS x. - - -Uttermost parts of the earth - Had heard the wondrous fame -Of Solomon’s most mighty acts,-- - The greatness of his name. - -Thence came the Queen of Sheba down - With camels bearing gold, -And precious stones, and spices sweet,-- - Their worth has ne’er been told. - -Arabian spices--such a store - Was never seen again -Within the Holy Land as then - The queen brought in her train. - -Communing with King Solomon - Of what was in her heart, -With questions hard she led the king - His wisdom to impart. - -Then said the queen, “In mine own land - Of thy great name I heard, -The wisdom and prosperity - God had on thee conferred. - -“The fame of thy most mighty acts - So filled me with surprise -That I resolved to venture down - And see with mine own eyes, - -“And bring a present from the East,-- - Spices, and gems, and gold; -O king! I heard a true report, - Yet half has ne’er been told. - -“Thrice happy are thy men, great king, - And these thy servants, too, -Who wait before thee all the day, - And see what thou dost do. - -“And blessed be the Lord thy God, - Who takes delight in thee; -Because the Lord loved Israel well, - Thy wisdom now they see. - -“Then of his royal bounty he - Gave what the queen liked best, -And thus King Solomon dismissed - His pleased and grateful guest. - - - - -KING OF TYRE. - - “Hiram, King of Tyre, was ever a lover of David."--KINGS v. - - -King Solomon his servant sent - To Hiram, King of Tyre, -To say, “thus saith King David’s son - Thy servant doth desire - -To build a temple for the Lord, - And he would buy of thee, -Cedars of Lebanon, and firs, - To be sent down by sea.” - -And Hiram heard these words, and said, - “My servant shall convey -All thou dost need from Lebanon; - Blessed be the Lord this day! - -“David, thy father, was my friend, - I love thy people, too; -And I rejoice that God doth give - Wisdom and grace to you. - -“Now, therefore, let us make a league - Of friendship and of peace; -All thou shalt need, I will supply, - Until the work shall cease.” - -Thousands of men were thus employed, - Sidonians, Tyrians, Jews, -To cut the timber and the stones, - For Solomon to use. - -No sound of hammer, axe, or tool, - Around God’s house was heard,-- -All was prepared in Lebanon, - According to his word. - -The temple was magnificent, - Most wondrous to behold! -The ark and house were overlaid - With pure and beaten gold. - -And God was pleased, that Solomon - Urged on the work with speed, -He promised still to dwell with him, - And be his friend indeed. - - - - -CHRIST’S LOVE. - - “Behold thy Son! Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! - And from that hour that disciple took her to his own home."--JOHN - xix. - - -Jesus, my Lord, when here on earth, - Was always an obedient child, -Yielding his mother filial love, - And ever humble, meek, and mild. - -Loving his mother; Jesus sought - A strict obedience to her will, -And when upon the cross he hung, - He loved his tender mother still; - -And left her to the watchful care - Of loving John, his dearest friend, -That in that dear disciple’s home, - She her remaining days might spend. - -My mother, I would yield to thee, - The warm affection of my heart, -Nor ever false or wayward prove, - Or from thy precepts e’er depart. - -Help me to serve my mother’s God, - And bear his image on my heart! -Then, when these scenes of earth are o’er, - We’ll meet in heaven no more to part. - - - - -ON FAITH. - - -How sweet it is my child, - To live by simple faith, -Just to believe that God will do - Exactly what he saith. - -Does faith mean to believe - That God will surely do -Exactly what he says, Mamma, - Just as I know that you - -Will give me what I ask, - Because you love me well, -And listen patiently, to hear - Whatever I may tell? - -Yes; you may trust in God, - Just as you trust in me; -Believe, dear child, he loves you well, - And will your father be. - -For, when you sought his love, - Your Father up in heaven, -Looked kindly down, for Jesus’ sake, - And has your sins forgiven. - -And now, to pray in faith, - Is simply to believe -That what you ask in Jesus’ name, - You surely shall receive. - -Go with your simple wants, - And tell him all you need; -Go put your trust in Christ alone, - Such faith is sweet indeed. - - - - -BE LIKE JESUS. - - “Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus.” - - -To be like Jesus! O how sweet; - Living on earth as Jesus did-- -Never to speak one angry word, - But always do as one is bid. - -To be like Jesus! he, dear child, - With God and man in favor grew, -Never was known to tell a lie, - But always spoke just what was true. - -To be like Jesus! When, O Lord, - Thou givest a holy heart to me; -Never shall I delight to sin, - But always try to be like thee. - -To be like Jesus! pure in thought, - And word, and deed; O help me, Lord, -Never thy Spirit more to grieve, - But always love thy holy Word. - -To be like Jesus! O, how sweet! - When I go home to heaven above -Never shall I forget thee more, - But always dwell with thee in love. - - - - -SABBATH HYMN. - - -Little traveller, Zionward - Turn thy willing steps to-day, -Haste thee to the house of God, - Lift thy youthful heart and pray. - -May this Sabbath be the best-- - Happiest day of all the seven, -Day of sweet and sacred rest, - Emblem of the rest of heaven. - -Little pilgrim, keep thy feet - From the devious ways of sin; -Go, where Christians love to meet, - Go, where Jesus oft hath been. - -Seek his presence and his love, - On this holy Sabbath day, -Lift thy heart, and voice above, - In his temple praise and pray! - -Little lamb, mayest thou be seen - Far from dangerous paths to roam, -In thy shepherd’s pastures green-- - In his bosom find a home. - -Never wander from his side; - Trust thy tender shepherd’s love; -He thy wayward steps will guide - Safely to his fold above. - - - - -FEED MY LAMBS. - - “He shall feed his flock like a shepherd--he shall gather the lambs - with his arm, and carry them in his bosom."--ISAIAH xl: 11. - - -“Forbid them not,” the Savior says, - “But suffer them to come, -For children in my arms of love, - There always has been room.” - -Those who would win the Savior’s love, - And be his friend indeed, -Must not neglect the little ones-- - These dear lambs they must feed, - -And lead them to the quiet streams - Where they may sweetly rest, -Till the Good Shepherd calls them home - And folds them to his breast. - - - - -CONTENTS. - - -Almira and Minnie, 131 - - -Baby has got a tooth, 184 - -Baby’s first steps, 28 - -Be like Jesus, 198 - -Bible sold by weight, 36 - -Blackberry girl, 145 - -Breakfast fur the robins, 149 - - -Charlie and his youthful teacher, 109 - -Christ’s love, 196 - -Close of the day, 76 - -Conversation upon ice, 30 - -Cooking in old times, 73 - -Create in me a clean heart, O God, 96 - -Cross girl, 39 - -Cross girl, 65 - - -Dolly’s name, 71 - - -Eddie in the country, 34 - -Ella and the roses, 12 - -Envy, 118 - - -Faithful Fido, 83 - -Feed my lambs, 200 - - -God the Creator, 162 - -Grandmamma’s story, 141 - -Granite hills in winter, 56 - - -Happy cat, 168 - -Happy Dolly, 33 - -Holiday gift, 124 - - -Ida May, 13 - - -Jane’s question, 44 - -John Mason and his sled, 47 - - -King of Tyre, 194 - -Little Eddie, 80 - -Little Ellen’s request, 158 - -Little Lydia and the razor, 181 - -Little Mary and her wicked father, 84 - -Lost child, 160 - - -Milking the Cows, 159 - -Minnie’s faithfulness, 18 - -Morning song and morning prayer, 25 - -Mother Goose, 7 - -My son give me thine heart, 177 - - -Nature speaks of God, 182 - -Nursery children needing homes, 129 - - -Ocean steamers, 185 - -Oh spare the birds, 38 - -On faith, 197 - - -Papa’s request, 43 - -Playtime, 27 - -Precious Bible, 103 - -Pulsifer children, 22 - - -Remember the poor, 123 - -Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy, 107 - -Ride to school in winter, 48 - - -Sabbath hymn, 199 - -Sallie M----, 87 - -Shun the swearer, 59 - -Skating, 153 - -Sleep, Dolly, 10 - -Sleep, little birdie, 156 - -Solomon and the Queen of Sheba, 192 - -Solomon’s choice, 187 - -Solomon’s judgment, 188 - -Solomon’s wisdom, 191 - -Spring, 173 - -Strawberry girl, 115 - -Succotash, 74 - -Supper for the robins, 147 - -The falls, 60 - -The first theft, 68 - -The Helen Maria, 97 - -The Indian and the basket, 138 - -The Indian and the planter, 136 - -The infant Savior, 99 - -The kind brother, 53 - -The Lake, Isles and White Mountains, 58 - -The little boy’s request, 99 - -The morning walk, 114 - -The peacock, 17 - -The proud girl, 89 - -The sabbath breaker, 175 - -The sacrifice, 104 - -The sailor and the monkeys, 111 - -The stolen pen-knife, 63 - -The tell-tale, 60 - -The two cousins, 101 - -The widow of Zarephath, 150 - -The wounded foot, 156 - -The youthful king, 97 - -Tibby and her kitten, 165 - -Tibby’s death 172 - -To my infant nephew, 154 - -Trenton Falls, 41 - - -Up! up! away! 174 - - -Visit to the country, 178 - - -Wake, Dolly, 11 - -Willie’s fears. Part I, 93 - -Willie’s fears. Part II, 94 - -Wonderful instinct of the ant, 78 - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[1] Lovest thou me? Feed my lambs.--JOHN xxi. - -[2] Vol. iv. “Casket Library.” Published by H. V. Degen, 22 Cornhill. - -[3] Vol. I. “Casket Library.” Published by H. V. Degen, 22 Cornhill. - -[4] John iii: 14, 15. - -[5] “The seed of Abraham my friend."--ISAIAH, xli: 8. - -[6] Rev. xxii: 15. - -[7] This circumstance actually occurred as related, soon after the -settlement of Rhode Island, at a farm house, still in good preservation. - -[8] Kings, 2d chapter. - -[9] Kings iii: 12. - - - - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WEE WEE SONGS FOR OUR LITTLE -PETS *** - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the -United States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. Special rules, set forth in the General Terms of Use part -of this license, apply to copying and distributing Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic works to protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm -concept and trademark. 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