And listen, Essie, while I tell I knew a little girl like you, But oh, she did not love her book; But used to play, the livelong day, As Her teacher used to coax and shame; But Alice, though she loved her play, And so she grew in ignorance; Scarcely could read or spell; If asked what ten and ten would make, But when just turned of twelve years old, Her doting mother died; And her father he was grave and stern, And she had no friend beside. Her dress was never neatly kept; Though often told the better way, All knew her for a Slattern; But by and by there came a crash, Her father, he fell poor, And died; and lazy Alice begged her bread, Yes, begged from door to door! At last within the alms-house The wretched creature came; And died, a broken-hearted girl— Weary with sin and shame! Now, Essie, which is best, think you, Work, study and some play; Or like this little girl, to be Say, would you like to bear the name To be a dunce, and mayhap die, THE BIRD'S NEST. TAKE back, take back those trembling things, God made them to be free! To sweep upon unfetter'd wings, Far over land and sea. To rove at will through forest trees, To swell their music on the breeze, He gave to them the shady wood, So that, amid its solitude, The spoiler might not come. Yet thou hast sought the friendly bough Can those poor birds, that sadly lie With many a plaintive wailing cry, Or that young, fluttering, feeble thing, Can it bring half the pleasant joy, Is it as lovely to the eye, That timid prison'd one, As when it, half way to the sky, No, no; they languish for the tree, C. H. WATERMAN. GOOD MORNING. "OH! I am so happy !" a little girl said, As she sprang, like a lark, from her low trundle bed; ""Tis morning, bright morning-good morning, рара, Oh! give me one kiss for good morning, mamma; Only just look at my pretty Canary, Chirping so sweet, Good morning to Mary;' And make us as happy as happy can be." "Happy you may be, my dear little girl," Said the mother, adjusting a clustering curlHappy you can be, but think of the One 66 Who wakened, this morning, both you and the sun." The little girl turned her bright eyes with a nod, "Ma, may I then say good morning to God?" "Yes, little darling one, surely you may Kneel, as you kneel every morning, to pray." Mary knelt solemnly down, with her eyes Looking up earnestly into the skies. And her little hands, that were folded together, Softly she laid on the lap of her mother "Good morning, dear Father in Heaven," she said, "I thank thee for watching my snug little bed, |