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We'll rest us on the
grass, We'll upward turn our face; We'll lock his heat within our arms,
Our arms in fond embrace.
When he is sinking low;
Of kindness that we know.
We'll tell him all our sorrows, Tom;
We'll tell him all our care ; We'll tell him where we sleep at night;
We'll tell him how we fare;
How sweetly he will glow!
Of kindness that we know.
Ex. 52. — A LITTLE GIRL.
LITTLE girl I am indeed,
And little do I know,
That I may wiser grow,
But even now I ought to try
To do what good I may ;
Should only live to play,
THERE was a big Policeman, and he had a wooden
And if he came to ask for you, I am sure you would not
laugh; But if he said “You come with me, and bid your
friends good by," I think you'd take your handkerchief and have a hearty
Now when our Johnny lost himself this big Policeman
came, And, stooping to the little boy, says, “Tell me what's
your name. Where do you live, my little man ? and whither would
you roam ? " My name is little Johnny, sir, and, please, I live at
Now this Policeman, big and strong, was gentle, bold,
and brave; And very
kind indeed was he the little boy to save. So, lifting Johnny in his arms, he told him not to cry, And he took him to the station-house to wait till by and
Now when the mother missed her boy she ran I don't
know where; She asked for little Johnny here, and she hunted for him
there, But she asked and hunted all in vain till the Policeman
came his round; “Go to the station-house," says he, “and you 'll find
him safe and sound.”
So to the station-house she ran, to see her wandering boy, And when she saw him safe and sound she almost cried
And she thanked the kind Policeman there, because her
boy was found, And she thanked the big Policeman that had kept him
safe and sound.
Whatever work comes to your hand,
At home or at your school,
It is a golden rule.
Still do your best, if but at taw
You join the merry ring;
Or if you skip or sing ;
Or if you write your copy-book,
Or if you read or spell,
Be sure you do it well.
For he who always does his best,
His best will better grow; But he who shirks or slights his task,
He lets the better go.
What if your lesson should be hard,
You need not yield to sorrow; For him who bravely works to-day
His task grows light to-morrow.
Ex. 55. — BOYS' AND GIRLS' RIGHTS.
N every land and continent,
Good people, bear in mind How much is said about the rights
Of men and womenkind; And though we ’re present everywhere,
And make a deal of noise, There's very little said about
The rights of girls and boys.
We want the right to use our eyes
And take in every sight,
The length and breadth and height. We want the right to use our tongues,
And keep them busy, too,
And have them answered true.
wrong, we want the right
To sit upon our case, –
With sudden words and blows,
Through fingers and through toes.
We want to be respected, too,
And not be snubbed outright,
Because we're small and slight.
And throw by childish toys,
The rights of girls and boys!
ALE and weary, strangely old,
Wan with hunger, numb with cold, Clothed in rags around it rolled,
Was this poor beggar baby.
Careless travellers going by
Of this poor beggar baby.
Rich men passed, and thought within, “'T were well that life had never been”; As though misfortune were a sin
For a poor beggar baby.