So they took it away, and were m
By the turkey who lives on
They dined on mince and slices o

Which they ate with a runci
And hand in hand on the edge of
They danced by the light of
The moon

I THINK, when I read that sweet

When Jesus was here among m

How he called little children as lam I should like to have been with th

I wish that his hand had been place That his arm had been thrown ard And that I might have seen his kind "Let the little ones come unto me

But still to his footstool in prayer I And ask for a share in his love; And if I thus earnestly seek him be I shall see him and hear him abov

* A pretty piece for a little girl

In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare
For all that are washed and forgiven;
And many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."

Ex. 66. THE SAILOR'S GRAVE. - Eliza Cook.

UR bark was out far, far from the land,

was out fur

When the fairest of our gallant band

Grew sadly pale, and waned away,

Like the twilight of an autumn day.

We watched him through long hours of pain; But our cares were lost, our hopes were vain. Death brought for him no coward alarm,

For he smiled as he died in a messmate's arms.

He had no costly winding-sheet,

But we placed a round shot at his feet:

And he slept in his hammock as safe and sound
As a king in his lawn shroud, marble-bound.
We proudly decked his funeral rest

With the British flag about his breast;
We gave him that as a badge of the brave,
And then he was fit for his sailor's grave.

Our voices broke our hearts turned weak
Hot tears were seen on the brownest cheek
And a quiver played on the lips of pride,
As we lowered him down the ship's dark side.
A plunge a splash- and our task was o'er:
The billows rolled as they rolled before;

And many a rude prayer hallowed the wave
That closed above the sailor's grave.

I knew him well, and every truant Well had the boding tremblers lear The day's disasters in his morning Full well they laughed with counte At all his jokes, for many a joke h Full well the busy whisper circling Conveyed the dismal tidings when Yet he was kind, or, if severe in a The love he bore to learning was i The village all declared how much 'T was certain he could write, and Lands he could measure, storms ar And even the story ran that he co In arguing, too, the parson owned For e'en though vanquished, he co While words of learned length an Amazed the gazing rustics ranged And still they gazed, and still the That one small head could carry a

I can't quite thread my needle yet,
They make the hole so small;
Mother's the only one that can,
For grandma can't at all.

And father says he can't see how
We women ever can,

The needles have such little eyes,

But then he is a man!

The cradle I can rock, and sing,
And carry baby out
A little way, and then I let
Him creep and trot about.

I am but quite a little girl,
But I am useful too,
For mother says so; I know how
Quite many things to do.

I AM very young! but what of that?

You once were young as I ;

And you don't know what I can do
Until you see me try.

I cannot tell you all I know,
I guess I won't tell half;
For if I should I'm very sure
You'd only sit and laugh.

As thus they proceeded, a Wolf from t Impatient from hunger and thirsting fo Rushed forth, as he saw the dull sheph And seized for his breakfast an innoce

""T is in vain," cried the Wolf, "Mistre bleat.

When mutton 's at hand you know we The Cat was astounded, the Fox stood To see the fierce beast at his cruel repa

"What a wretch!" said the Cat; brute,

To seize a poor sheep when there's he Cried the Fox, "With the acorns so sw What a tyrant this is to spill innocent

Then onward they went and discoursed And with still more wise maxims enliv And on as they travelled they moralize Till they came where some poultry peck

Then the Fox, without ceasing his sayi Now snapped up a chicken by way of And a mouse, which then chanced f stray,

The thoughtful Grimalkin secured as h