Go to the station-house," says he, him safe and sound."

So to the station-house she ran, to see And when she saw him safe and soun for joy.

And she thanked the kind Policeman boy was found,

And she thanked the big Policeman safe and sound.

Ex. 54. DO YOUR B

Do your best, your ve
D° And do it every day

Little boys and little girls,
That is the wisest way.

Whatever work comes to yo
At home or at your school
Do you your best with right
It is a golden rule.

Still do your best, if but at
You join the merry ring;
Or if you play at battledoor,
Or if you skip or sing;

sure you do it well.

e who always does his best, s best will better grow;

e who shirks or slights his task, lets the better go.

if your lesson should be hard, u need not yield to sorrow; im who bravely works to-day s task grows light to-morrow.

- BOYS' AND GIRLS' RIGHTS.

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every land and continent,

Good people, bear in mind

much is said about the rights

men and womenkind;

though we 're present everywhere,

d make a deal of noise,
's very little said about

e rights of girls and boys.

-ant the right to use our eyes d take in every sight,

e, compare, and measure facts, e length and breadth and height. -ant the right to use our tongues, d keep them busy, too,

xing questions every day,

d have them answered true.

SELECTIONS IN POETRY.

When we do wrong, we want the right
To claim a day of grace,

A household jury, if you will,"

To sit upon our case,

And not be punished for our faults
With sudden words and blows,
Enough to drive the goodness out
Through fingers and through toes.

We want to be respected, too,

And not be snubbed outright,
And put off with a careless word,
Because we 're small and slight.
And when we take the Ship of State,
And throw by childish toys,
We'll make a law to regulate
The rights of girls and boys!

Ex. 56. THE BEGGAR BABY.

PALE 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

Walked around, lest, coming nigh,

They might hear the hungry cry
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.

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Only the pauper mother smiled,
Only the mother blessed the child,
And murmured love in accents mild
To that poor beggar baby.

But by and by that baby died,

And they buried it (on the pauper's side
Of the yard); only the mother cried
For that poor beggar baby,

Who used to cling to her lonely breast,
And kiss her cheek ere it sank to rest,
Like a little bird in a happy nest,-
Poor little beggar baby.

But, lo! beyond the pauper tomb
A wondrous light stole through the gloom,
And voices rang, "In heaven there's room
For that poor beggar baby.”

And then, in garments white and new,
Upward the rank of angels through,
The radiant ransomed spirit flew,
Of that poor beggar baby.

Ex. 57. -LINES FOR AN EXHIBITION.— Miss Priest.

KIND friends and dear parents, we welcome you

here,

To our nice pleasant schoolroom and teachers so dear; We wish but to show you how much we have learned, And how to our lessons our hearts have been turned.

But we hope you'll remember we all are quite young,
And when we have spoken, recited, and sung,

For learning, we know, is more precic But the worth of the heart's jewel ne We'll strive, then, for virtue, truth, h And thus lay up treasures in mansion

Our life is a school-time; and till tha With our Father in heaven for teache O, let us perform well each task that Till our time of probation is ended in

TH

Ex. 58. SIGNS OF R

HE hollow winds begin to
The clouds look black, th

The soot falls down, the spanie
And spiders from their cobweb
Hark! how the chairs and tabl
Old Betty's joints are on the ra
Loud quack the ducks, the pea
The distant hills are seeming n
How restless are the snorting s
The busy flies disturb the kine
Low o'er the grass the swallow
The cricket, too, how sharp he
Puss on the hearth, with velvet
Sits wiping o'er her whiskered.