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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.

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IND 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,

You will pardon our blunders, which, as all are aware, May even extend to the President's chair.

We seek your approval with hearty good-will,
And hope the good lessons our teachers instil
May make us submissive and gentle and kind,
As well as enlighten and strengthen our mind.

For learning, we know, is more precious than gold; But the worth of the heart's jewel ne'er can be told. We'll strive, then, for virtue, truth, honor, and love, And thus lay up treasures in mansions above.

Our life is a school-time; and till that shall end,
With our Father in heaven for teacher and friend,
O, let us perform well each task that is given,
Till our time of probation is ended in heaven.

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THE hollow winds begin to blow;

The clouds look black, the glass is low,
The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep,
And spiders from their cobwebs peep.
Hark! how the chairs and tables crack !
Old Betty's joints are on the rack;
Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry,
The distant hills are seeming nigh.
How restless are the snorting swine!
The busy flies disturb the kine;
Low o'er the grass the swallow wings;
The cricket, too, how sharp he sings!
Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws,
Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws;

Through the clear stream the fishes rise,
And nimbly catch the incautious flies ;
The frog has changed his yellow vest,
And in a russet coat is drest;
My dog, so altered in his taste,
Quits mutton-bones, — on grass to feast;
And see yon rooks, how odd their flight !
They imitate the gliding kite,
And seem precipitate to fall
As if they felt the piercing ball.
'T will surely rain. I see, with sorrow,
I can't home until to-morrow.

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Sometimes the snow lies whitely

Under the hedgerows bleak;
Then Baby cries, “ Pretty, pretty!"

The only word she can speak;
Sometimes two streams of water

Rush down the muddy lane;
Then Dog leaps backwards and forwards,

Barking with might and main.

Baby 's a little lady;

Dog is a gentleman brave;
If he had two legs as you have,

He'd kneel to her like a slave.
As it is he loves and protects her

As dog and gentleman can;
I'd rather be a kind doggie,

I think, than a cruel man.

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NCE there was a little boy

With curly hair and pleasant eye, A boy who loved to tell the truth,

And never, never told a lie.

And when he trotted off to school

The children all about would cry, “There goes the curly-headed boy,

The boy who never tells a lie.”

And everybody loved him so,

Because he always told the truth, That every day, as he grew up,

’T was said, “There goes the honest youth.”

And when the people that stood near

Would turn to ask the reason why, The answer would be always this,

“Because he never tells a lie.”

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YAY, schoolmates, have you seen Vacation ? For

think she is somewhere near ; She is standing outside, with an invitation,

O, I'm glad enough she's here.

Of course we all like school in season,

And the hardest lessons too!
But I'd like to know if it stands to reason

We should work the whole year through ?

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