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"And for the fruits and flowers
Which thou hast brought to me.

Rich blessing shall be given
A thousand-fold to thee!

"For in the fields of heaven Thou shalt roam with me at will,

And of bright fruits celestial

Thou shalt have, dear child, thy fill!"

Thus tenderly and kindly The fair child Jesus spoke;
And, full of careful musings, The anxious mother woke.

And thus it was accomplished: —
In a short month and a day, That lovely boy, so gentle,
Upon his deathbed lay.

And thus he spoke in dying: —

"O mother dear, I see The beautiful child Jesus

A coming down to me I

"And in his hand he beareth Bright flowers as white as snow, And red and juicy strawberries,— Dear mother, let me go!"

He died —but that fond mother

Her sorrow did restrain,
For she knew he was with Jesus,

And she asked him not again!

16 THE BROKEN DOLL,

THE BROKEN DOLL. Miss Lamb.

An infant is a selfish sprite;

But what of that? the sweet delight

Which from participation springs

Is quite unknown to these young things.

We elder children, then, will smile

At our dear little John a while,

And bear with him, until he see

There is a sweet felicity

In pleasing more than only one,

Dear little, craving, selfish John.

He laughs, and thinks it a fine joke,
That he our new wax-doll has broke.
Anger will never teach him better;
We will the spirit and the letter
Of courtesy to him display,
By taking in a friendly way
These baby frolics, till he learn
True sport from mischief to discern.

Reproof a parent's province is;
A sister's discipline is this, —-
By studied kindness to effect
A little brother's young respect.
What is a doll? a fragile toy;
What is its loss? if the dear boy,
Who half perceives he has done amiss,
Retain impression of the kiss
That followed instant on his cheek, —
If the kind, loving words we speak
Of "Never mind it," "We forgive," —
If th?se in his short memory live,

Only perchance for half a day, —
Who minds a doll, if that should lay
The first impression in his mind,
That sisters are to brothers kind?
For thus the broken doll may prove
Foundation to fraternal love.

BLINDNESS. Miss Lamb.

Ik a stage-coach, where late I chanced to be,
A little, quiet girl my notice caught;

I saw she looked at nothing by the way,

Her mind seemed busy on some childish thought

Ij with an old man's courtesy, addressed

The child, and called her pretty, dark-eyed maid,

And bid her turn those pretty eyes, and see The wide-extended prospect. —" Sir," she said,

"I cannot see the prospect, — I am blind."
Never did tongue of child utter a sound So mournful as her words fell on my ear.
Her mother then related how she found

Her child was sightless. On a fine, bright day,
She saw her lay her needlework aside,

And, as on such occasions mothers will,
For leaving off her work began to chide.

"I '11 do it when't is day-light, if you please;

I cannot work, mamma, now it is night."
The sun shone bright upon her when she spoke,

And yet her eyes received no ray of light.

18 A Negro's Song.

A NEGRO'S SONG.

FROM PARK'S TRAVELS IN AFRICA. VERSIFIED BY TJIE
DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE.

The loud wind roared, the rain fell fast,
The white man yielded to the blast;
He sat him down beneath the tree,
For weary, faint, and sad was he;
And, ah! no wife, or mother's care,
For him the milk or corn prepare.

CHOKUS.

The white man shall our pity share;
Alas! no wife, or mother's care,
For him the milk or corn prepare.

The storm is o'er, the tempest past,
And mercy's voice has hushed the blast.
The wind is heard in whispers low;
The white man far away must go;
But ever in his heart will bear
Remembrance of the negro's care.

Go, white man, go; but with thee bear
The negro's wish, the negro's prayer,
Remembrance of the negro's care.

"MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY.—Marv Bmitt

A STORY OF THE OLDEN TIME.

"arise, my maiden, Mabel,"

The mother said; "arise,
For the golden sun of midsummer

Is shining in the skies.

"Arise, my little maiden,
For thou must speed away, To wait upon thy grandmother
This livelong summer day.

"And thou must carry with thee

This wheaten cake so fine,
This new-made pat of butter,

This little flask of wine.

"And tell the dear old body,

This day I cannot come,
For the good man went out yester-morn,

And he is not come home.

"And more than this, poor Amy

Upon my knee doth lie;
I fear me, with this fever-pain

The little child will die!

"And thou canst help thy grandmother;

The table thou canst spread;
Canst feed the little dog and bird;

And thou canst make her bed.

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