PREFACE.
Should an apology be needed for issuing a book of poetry so very simple as “Wee-Wee Songs,” it may be found in the article entitled “Mother Goose,” on page 7th. The desire expressed by Willie’s mother,
“That those who love Jesus
Would oftener read
The sweet words he uttered,
My lambs, ye must feed.”
Would oftener read
The sweet words he uttered,
My lambs, ye must feed.”
has ever found a warm response in the heart of
Leila.
MOTHER GOOSE.
“Mamma,” said our Sue,
“You sent me to-day,
Up stairs with the nurse
And Willie to play.
“You sent me to-day,
Up stairs with the nurse
And Willie to play.
“And I told her I thought
It was wicked and silly,
To say things like these
To our dear little Willy—
It was wicked and silly,
To say things like these
To our dear little Willy—
“‘Oh, hi-diddle,
Diddle,
The cat has the
Fiddle,
The cow has jumped
Over the moon,
The little dog laughed
To see all the sport,
And the dish ran away
With the spoon.’
Diddle,
The cat has the
Fiddle,
The cow has jumped
Over the moon,
The little dog laughed
To see all the sport,
And the dish ran away
With the spoon.’
“Nurse says she has found
The book of great use,
For children are pleased
To hear Mother Goose.
The book of great use,
For children are pleased
To hear Mother Goose.
“Now, is it not wrong
To tell them a lie?
If not, I am sure
I cannot see why.”
To tell them a lie?
If not, I am sure
I cannot see why.”
“I think you are right,”
Her mother replied;
“Nurse must try to amuse him
With something beside.
Her mother replied;
“Nurse must try to amuse him
With something beside.
“But babies are pleased
With the jingle of rhyme,
And old Mother Goose
Has been used a long time.
With the jingle of rhyme,
And old Mother Goose
Has been used a long time.
“We must find Wee-Wee Songs,
That are not quite so silly,
And buy them for nurse,
To amuse little Willy.
That are not quite so silly,
And buy them for nurse,
To amuse little Willy.
“’Tis not easy to find
Sweet thoughts, good and true,
In nursery rhymes;
I wish, my dear Sue,
Sweet thoughts, good and true,
In nursery rhymes;
I wish, my dear Sue,
That those who love Jesus
Would oftener read
Those sweet words he uttered,
My lambs ye must feed![1]
Would oftener read
Those sweet words he uttered,
My lambs ye must feed![1]
“For this beautiful world,
So joyous and bright,
Has so many things
Of which poets might write.
So joyous and bright,
Has so many things
Of which poets might write.
“The blue sky above us,
The flowers and the trees,
The warbling of birds,
And the hum of the bees.
The flowers and the trees,
The warbling of birds,
And the hum of the bees.
SLEEP, DOLLY!
Do, Miss Dolly,
Shut your eye;
I will wake you
By and by.
Shut your eye;
I will wake you
By and by.
Wee-Wee Songs
I want to read;
You must go
To sleep indeed.
I want to read;
You must go
To sleep indeed.
You’re my little
Pet, ’tis true,
But I can not
Read to you;
Pet, ’tis true,
But I can not
Read to you;
For you never
Seem to hear,
Tho’ I read quite
Loud and clear.
Seem to hear,
Tho’ I read quite
Loud and clear.
Little songs are
Not for you;
Mind, I’ve told you
What to do!
Not for you;
Mind, I’ve told you
What to do!
WAKE, DOLLY!
Wee-Wee Songs
Are put away;
Dolly, wake,
’Tis time to play!
Are put away;
Dolly, wake,
’Tis time to play!
You have been
So good to-day
I am sure
You ought to play.
So good to-day
I am sure
You ought to play.
Dolly, now
You must obey;
Wake, I say,
And come and play!
You must obey;
Wake, I say,
And come and play!
Don’t you hear me
When I say,
Dolly, wake,
’Tis time to play?
When I say,
Dolly, wake,
’Tis time to play?
Do you dare
To disobey
When I call,
Come out to play?
To disobey
When I call,
Come out to play?
ELLA AND THE ROSES.
“What beautiful roses! Oh do, dear mamma,
Just pick one or two ere we go;
If the gardener were here he would not refuse
To give us some flowers, I know.”
Just pick one or two ere we go;
If the gardener were here he would not refuse
To give us some flowers, I know.”
“The gardener’s not here,” her mother replied;
He asked us to see his sweet flowers;
“I trust, my dear child, you would not wish to steal,—
These roses, you know, are not ours.
He asked us to see his sweet flowers;
“I trust, my dear child, you would not wish to steal,—
These roses, you know, are not ours.
“Their beautiful fragrance you now can inhale,
Their lovely, bright colors enjoy,
Should you steal but one rose you’d be happy no more,
You would lose all this innocent joy.”
Their lovely, bright colors enjoy,
Should you steal but one rose you’d be happy no more,
You would lose all this innocent joy.”
“O no! dear mamma, I should not wish to steal,
So I’ll bid these sweet roses adieu!
Now, Rover,” said Ella, “we’re ready to play,
And I will be happy with you.”
So I’ll bid these sweet roses adieu!
Now, Rover,” said Ella, “we’re ready to play,
And I will be happy with you.”
IDA MAY.
No little girl
More bright and gay,
Or happier
Than Ida May
More bright and gay,
Or happier
Than Ida May
Where, near the door,
Some ripe plums lay,
And Satan whispered,
Ida May—
Some ripe plums lay,
And Satan whispered,
Ida May—
Take but one plum,
Then run away;
You’ll not be seen
By Mr. Gray.
Then run away;
You’ll not be seen
By Mr. Gray.
Oh, had she thought
One prayer to say,
She’d not have sinned,
Poor Ida May!
One prayer to say,
She’d not have sinned,
Poor Ida May!
She caught one up,
Then ran away,
And was not seen
By Mr. Gray.
Then ran away,
And was not seen
By Mr. Gray.
Ah, sinful child,
To disobey
The Word of God—
Hear, Ida May!
To disobey
The Word of God—
Hear, Ida May!
The voice of God
Will you obey?
It whispers now,
Stop! Ida May,—
Will you obey?
It whispers now,
Stop! Ida May,—
’Tis not too late,
Go back, you may
Return the plum
To Mr. Gray.
Go back, you may
Return the plum
To Mr. Gray.
Then lift your heart
To God, and pray,
“Forgive the sin
Of Ida May.”
To God, and pray,
“Forgive the sin
Of Ida May.”
That still, small voice
She did obey,
And ran with haste
To Mr. Gray,
She did obey,
And ran with haste
To Mr. Gray,
And told him all
Without delay;
The good man pitied
Ida May.
Without delay;
The good man pitied
Ida May.
Said to the child,
“One moment stay—
I’ll give some plums
To Ida May.”
“One moment stay—
I’ll give some plums
To Ida May.”
“I could not eat
A plum to-day!”
Said Ida, then,
To Mr. Gray.
A plum to-day!”
Said Ida, then,
To Mr. Gray.
She went to school
And all the way
God saw the heart
Of Ida May
And all the way
God saw the heart
Of Ida May
Was sweetly raised
To Him, to pray
That He would wash
Her sins away—
To Him, to pray
That He would wash
Her sins away—
For Jesus’ sake.
And God that day,
Freely forgave
Dear Ida May.
And God that day,
Freely forgave
Dear Ida May.
THE PEACOCK.
Is it right, Mr. Peacock, to strut about so?
Your plumage is fine ’tis allowed;
And had you but painted that beautiful tail,
You would then, with some reason, feel proud.
Your plumage is fine ’tis allowed;
And had you but painted that beautiful tail,
You would then, with some reason, feel proud.
Many bright little flowers, as pretty as you,
Are found in some shady retreat.
Go learn of the rose-buds and violets, too,
Their modesty renders them sweet.
Are found in some shady retreat.
Go learn of the rose-buds and violets, too,
Their modesty renders them sweet.
God gave you the plumage we so much admire;
God painted the butterfly’s wing;
God deck’d the green fields with flowers so gay,
And taught the dear birds how to sing.
God painted the butterfly’s wing;
God deck’d the green fields with flowers so gay,
And taught the dear birds how to sing.
Many things in this beautiful world He has made
To look quite as pretty as you;
So please, Mr. Peacock, don’t feel quite so proud,
As your gay, brilliant plumage we view!
To look quite as pretty as you;
So please, Mr. Peacock, don’t feel quite so proud,
As your gay, brilliant plumage we view!
MINNIE’S FAITHFULNESS
“Brother, may I unpack your trunk?” said little Minnie Bell.
“O yes, my dear; how glad I am to get home safe and well;
I’ve been in California for more than three long years,
But I’m safely home at last, in spite of mother’s fears.”
“O yes, my dear; how glad I am to get home safe and well;
I’ve been in California for more than three long years,
But I’m safely home at last, in spite of mother’s fears.”
“Yes, Alfred, it has seemed, to dear mamma and me,
A long, long time, and we are glad your happy face to see;
Morning and evening, do you know? when we knelt down to pray,
Mamma has asked, that God would bless and guard you while away.
A long, long time, and we are glad your happy face to see;
Morning and evening, do you know? when we knelt down to pray,
Mamma has asked, that God would bless and guard you while away.
“And God has kindly heard her prayer, and kept you safe and well.”
She worked awhile,—at length, she said, “Dear Alfred, please to tell
Where you have put your Bible? I’ve unpacked the trunk with care,
And I have laid upon the bed most all the clothes you wear.
She worked awhile,—at length, she said, “Dear Alfred, please to tell
Where you have put your Bible? I’ve unpacked the trunk with care,
And I have laid upon the bed most all the clothes you wear.
“I’ve looked at every article, and yet I have not seen
A Bible or a Testament; brother, what can it mean?
I fear that you have been without a Bible all the way;
Is it in California, or have you lost it,—say?”
A Bible or a Testament; brother, what can it mean?
I fear that you have been without a Bible all the way;
Is it in California, or have you lost it,—say?”
“You little chatter-box, do see the presents I have brought;
This for mamma, and that for you; Why! really I had thought
The beautiful new dress I bought would please my sister well;
How do you like this India fan, I ask you, Minnie Bell?”
This for mamma, and that for you; Why! really I had thought
The beautiful new dress I bought would please my sister well;
How do you like this India fan, I ask you, Minnie Bell?”
“O, it is very beautiful! I thank you, Alfred, dear;
But yet you have not told me, what most I wish to hear.”
“Well, Minnie,” said her brother, “if really you must know,
When I sailed for California my Bible did not go.
But yet you have not told me, what most I wish to hear.”
“Well, Minnie,” said her brother, “if really you must know,
When I sailed for California my Bible did not go.
“I know ’twas wrong to leave it out, for never have I seen
A Bible or a Testament in any place I’ve been;
We did not often think of God when we were digging gold;
That is the truth; now, Minnie dear, pray don’t begin to scold.”
A Bible or a Testament in any place I’ve been;
We did not often think of God when we were digging gold;
That is the truth; now, Minnie dear, pray don’t begin to scold.”
“Forgotten God for three long years! Alfred, can this be true?
Dear brother, were you not afraid of God’s forgetting you?”
He took the dear child in his arms, and bursting into tears,
“My conduct has been wrong,” he said, “how sinful it appears!”
Dear brother, were you not afraid of God’s forgetting you?”
He took the dear child in his arms, and bursting into tears,
“My conduct has been wrong,” he said, “how sinful it appears!”
Just then his mother entered, with her heart quite full of joy
And gratitude to God above, who had kept her darling boy;
She had been alone to thank him, and offer up a prayer
That God who had preserved her son, would keep him in his care.
And gratitude to God above, who had kept her darling boy;
She had been alone to thank him, and offer up a prayer
That God who had preserved her son, would keep him in his care.
“Dear mother, will you pray,” said he, “and read in God’s own Word
That story of the Prodigal, which I have often heard;
For I have wandered far away, but now desire to come
And love and serve that Being who hath safely brought me home?”
That story of the Prodigal, which I have often heard;
For I have wandered far away, but now desire to come
And love and serve that Being who hath safely brought me home?”
THE PULSIFER CHILDREN.
Oh, Mother! said little Ruth Greenwood one day,
Please come to the window this moment, I pray,
For two little children are here, by the door,
They are weary and cold, and they look very poor.
Please come to the window this moment, I pray,
For two little children are here, by the door,
They are weary and cold, and they look very poor.
The Pulsifer children, I see, said her mother,
’Tis dear little Ella, and Harry, her brother
Run, call them in quickly! their mother, I know
Returned to this village a few days ago.
’Tis dear little Ella, and Harry, her brother
Run, call them in quickly! their mother, I know
Returned to this village a few days ago.
I sent them, this morning, a cart-load of wood,
And fear that they now may be suffering for food;
We’ll fill up their baskets with bread and with meat,
And give the dear children a plenty to eat.
And fear that they now may be suffering for food;
We’ll fill up their baskets with bread and with meat,
And give the dear children a plenty to eat.
Their mother is proud, and she cannot endure
The neighbors should know they are now very poor;
But since we’ve “a will,” we must find out “a way,”
To help this poor widow—we must not delay.
The neighbors should know they are now very poor;
But since we’ve “a will,” we must find out “a way,”
To help this poor widow—we must not delay.
Her father’s a drunkard, her husband is dead,
And she is too ill to hold up her head;
The wretched old man now reels thro’ the street,
And never provides them a mouthful to eat.
And she is too ill to hold up her head;
The wretched old man now reels thro’ the street,
And never provides them a mouthful to eat.
Ruth ran to the door, and called them both in;
Their feet were most naked, their garments were thin,
Too thin to go out in this cold wintry weather;
Here Ruth and her sister both whispered together.
Their feet were most naked, their garments were thin,
Too thin to go out in this cold wintry weather;
Here Ruth and her sister both whispered together.
O, yes, sister Mary, those stockings you’ve knit,
Just the thing, and so warm! I am sure they will fit;
We’ll make up a bundle, and stow it away
In the baskets they’ve left in the entry to-day.
Just the thing, and so warm! I am sure they will fit;
We’ll make up a bundle, and stow it away
In the baskets they’ve left in the entry to-day.
Little Ella and Harry were grateful indeed,
That God had provided such friends in their need;
Their baskets were filled with biscuit and meat,
And warm shoes and stockings to cover their feet.
That God had provided such friends in their need;
Their baskets were filled with biscuit and meat,
And warm shoes and stockings to cover their feet.
The Greenwood’s oft drew from their plentiful store,
And quietly sent to the poor widow’s door
Such things as she needed. Her proud heart was melted;
She welcomed their visits, and soon was contented
To let little Harry and Ella go where
They could hear of the Saviour, and his tender care,
Of dear orphan children—the story, to day,
You may read in a book called “A Will and A Way”[2]
And quietly sent to the poor widow’s door
Such things as she needed. Her proud heart was melted;
She welcomed their visits, and soon was contented
To let little Harry and Ella go where
They could hear of the Saviour, and his tender care,
Of dear orphan children—the story, to day,
You may read in a book called “A Will and A Way”[2]
MORNING SONG AND MORNING PRAYER.
MOTHER.
Awake, my daughter, come and see
This Robin red-breast on the tree;
Open your drowsy eyes!
Spring up from bed and see her now,
She’s lighting on the highest bough,
Come quick, before she flies!
This Robin red-breast on the tree;
Open your drowsy eyes!
Spring up from bed and see her now,
She’s lighting on the highest bough,
Come quick, before she flies!
LILLIE.
MOTHER.
The birds must build their nests in Spring,
They have to work as well as sing;
To their Creator’s praise,
Since early dawn, dear Lillie, she
Has warbled out, from yonder tree,
Her very sweetest lays.
They have to work as well as sing;
To their Creator’s praise,
Since early dawn, dear Lillie, she
Has warbled out, from yonder tree,
Her very sweetest lays.
Now tell me, who has kindly kept
My little daughter while she slept;
Who heard her evening prayer,
And gently closed the weary eye,
Nor suffered danger to come nigh,
But kept her in his care?
My little daughter while she slept;
Who heard her evening prayer,
And gently closed the weary eye,
Nor suffered danger to come nigh,
But kept her in his care?
LILLIE.
I laid me down, mamma, and slept,
Because the Lord sustained and kept
His child thro’ all the night;
And now I lift my heart and pray,
O, God, I thank thee for this day,
That I may see its light!
Because the Lord sustained and kept
His child thro’ all the night;
And now I lift my heart and pray,
O, God, I thank thee for this day,
That I may see its light!
When all my friends were fast asleep,
Thou didst my soul in safety keep,
And took kind care of me;
Father in Heaven, O, hear me now,
As at thy feet I humbly bow,
To ask a gift of thee.
Thou didst my soul in safety keep,
And took kind care of me;
Father in Heaven, O, hear me now,
As at thy feet I humbly bow,
To ask a gift of thee.
Give me thy spirit from above,
That I may learn to know and love
My best and dearest Friend,—
The Savior, who hath died for me,
That I his little lamb may be,
O Lord thy spirit send!
That I may learn to know and love
My best and dearest Friend,—
The Savior, who hath died for me,
That I his little lamb may be,
O Lord thy spirit send!
And now, be with me all the day,
That whether I’m at work or play,
I may remember, then,
The eye of God is still on me,
Oh, help me thy dear child to be,
For Jesus’ sake,—Amen.
That whether I’m at work or play,
I may remember, then,
The eye of God is still on me,
Oh, help me thy dear child to be,
For Jesus’ sake,—Amen.
PLAY-TIME.
BABY’S FIRST STEPS.
When she comes home, Why, how you talk!
Is baby learning how to walk?
Is baby learning how to walk?
Try again,
Little pet,
You have not
Fallen yet;
Little pet,
You have not
Fallen yet;
Here she comes;
Look, nurse, look!
All alone,
Three steps she took.
Look, nurse, look!
All alone,
Three steps she took.
When papa
Comes home to-night,
It will give him
Great delight;
Comes home to-night,
It will give him
Great delight;
And he will say, Why, how you talk!
Are you sure the child can walk?
Are you sure the child can walk?
But, baby, we will not stop to talk,
We are going out doors to teach you to walk.
We are going out doors to teach you to walk.
CONVERSATION UPON ICE.
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER.
“Come, dear,” said Mrs. Jones one day,
To Jane, her little daughter,
“Come, look at this large block of ice,
Now floating in the water!
To Jane, her little daughter,
“Come, look at this large block of ice,
Now floating in the water!
“You could not lift it from the ground,
If you should try all day,
And yet, like a mere feather, now,
You see it float away.”
If you should try all day,
And yet, like a mere feather, now,
You see it float away.”
“Oh, yes, mamma, it does seem strange,
That it should never sink,
Why that large block of ice should float,
I’m sure I cannot think.
That it should never sink,
Why that large block of ice should float,
I’m sure I cannot think.
“How very kind it is in God
To freeze the waters so,
That on the top the ice remains
And cannot sink below!
To freeze the waters so,
That on the top the ice remains
And cannot sink below!
“For, while our winters are so cold,
How short a time ’twould take
To form one solid mass of ice,
In river, pond, or lake!
How short a time ’twould take
To form one solid mass of ice,
In river, pond, or lake!
“And thus, from year to year, mamma,
Winter would ever reign,
For such a mass could never melt
When summer came again.
Winter would ever reign,
For such a mass could never melt
When summer came again.
“But tell me how the ice is formed,
And what can make it float
Upon the surface of the lake,
Just like a little boat?”
And what can make it float
Upon the surface of the lake,
Just like a little boat?”
“Our Heavenly Father, Jane, has filled
With bubbles full of air,
Each lump of ice—and we may see
His goodness everywhere.
With bubbles full of air,
Each lump of ice—and we may see
His goodness everywhere.
“The air expands within the ice,
Just as its Maker pleases,
And rarifies to make it light,
Whene’er the water freezes.
Just as its Maker pleases,
And rarifies to make it light,
Whene’er the water freezes.
“Thin cakes thus form in layers, Jane,
As you may often see
One ring within another, round
The body of a tree,
As you may often see
One ring within another, round
The body of a tree,
“And thus ’tis piled from week to week,
While Jack Frost is about,
Until the men with horses come,
To float the treasure out.”
While Jack Frost is about,
Until the men with horses come,
To float the treasure out.”
“And what a luxury, mamma,
These large ice blocks will be
When summer comes, and we again
Such sultry weather see!
These large ice blocks will be
When summer comes, and we again
Such sultry weather see!
“Last August, I remember well,
When I came home from school,
How good the water used to taste,
With ice to make it cool.
When I came home from school,
How good the water used to taste,
With ice to make it cool.
“And then, you know, we used to have
Our butter hard and nice,
Our cake kept cool, and fish, and meat,
Preserved with lumps of ice.”
Our butter hard and nice,
Our cake kept cool, and fish, and meat,
Preserved with lumps of ice.”
“Yes, dearest, God is ever kind—
How constant is his care!
He gives not only food and drink,
And clothes for us to wear,—
How constant is his care!
He gives not only food and drink,
And clothes for us to wear,—
“But happy homes with luxuries filled,
And this bright world of ours
Is stored with precious gifts of love,
Abundant fruits and flowers,
And this bright world of ours
Is stored with precious gifts of love,
Abundant fruits and flowers,
“To gratify the taste of man,
And fill his heart with joy;
Then, should not grateful thoughts of God
Each passing hour employ?”
And fill his heart with joy;
Then, should not grateful thoughts of God
Each passing hour employ?”
“Yes, dear mamma, for warbling birds
Send up their sweetest lays,
To thank Him for his gifts of love,
And we should offer praise
Send up their sweetest lays,
To thank Him for his gifts of love,
And we should offer praise
“To the great God, our dearest friend,
Who lives and reigns above;
Will you not pray to Him, mamma,
To fill my heart with love?”
Who lives and reigns above;
Will you not pray to Him, mamma,
To fill my heart with love?”
HAPPY DOLLY.
Happy at night,
Happy by day;
Happy at home,
Happy away!
Happy by day;
Happy at home,
Happy away!
Dolly darling,
Never, never,
Are you cross,
But happy ever!
Never, never,
Are you cross,
But happy ever!
EDDIE IN THE COUNTRY.
“I’m sure ’tis too pleasant this beautiful day
To sit here so quietly playing,
Come, Lillie, let’s be off to the mountain away,
And see where the sheep are now straying!”
To sit here so quietly playing,
Come, Lillie, let’s be off to the mountain away,
And see where the sheep are now straying!”
So said little Eddie, and ran with great joy,
To ask if his cousin could go;
But tho’ his aunt wished to oblige the dear boy,
She still was compelled to say no.
To ask if his cousin could go;
But tho’ his aunt wished to oblige the dear boy,
She still was compelled to say no.
“I have given my daughter a lesson to learn,
Then follows a half hour’s sewing;
Should this be well done, then with pleasure she’ll earn,
And I shall not object to her going.
Then follows a half hour’s sewing;
Should this be well done, then with pleasure she’ll earn,
And I shall not object to her going.
“You remember, last evening, she promised papa,
His handkerchief neatly to sew,
I have fitted her work, when ’tis done,” said mamma,
“And the lesson is learned, she may go.”
His handkerchief neatly to sew,
I have fitted her work, when ’tis done,” said mamma,
“And the lesson is learned, she may go.”
“I can work after dinner,” said Lillie, “do please
Just for once to grant Eddie’s request.”
“My dear,” said her mother, “’tis no use to teaze,
After work, not before, you may rest.”
Just for once to grant Eddie’s request.”
“My dear,” said her mother, “’tis no use to teaze,
After work, not before, you may rest.”
Lillie took up her book, with a tear in her eye,
She could scarce see a word that was in it;
But Eddie declared ’twas of no use to cry,
And she thought so herself in a minute.
She could scarce see a word that was in it;
But Eddie declared ’twas of no use to cry,
And she thought so herself in a minute.
Resolving to try, and do all in her power,
To make of each duty a pleasure,
She conquered; and said to mamma, “in an hour,
Please hear me recite, if you’ve leisure!”
To make of each duty a pleasure,
She conquered; and said to mamma, “in an hour,
Please hear me recite, if you’ve leisure!”
BIBLE SOLD BY WEIGHT.
Please put the Bible in one scale, the papers in the other;
’Tis mine? ’tis mine! dear Willie cried, and ran to tell his mother.
His little heart was full of joy as he ran home again;
How he obtained the Bible, young reader, we’ll explain.
’Tis mine? ’tis mine! dear Willie cried, and ran to tell his mother.
His little heart was full of joy as he ran home again;
How he obtained the Bible, young reader, we’ll explain.
He went to buy his mother, at noon, a pound of tea,
And, when the grocer weighed it out, the child observed that he
Turned round to tear a Bible that on the counter lay,
He had bought it for waste paper, he said that very day.
And, when the grocer weighed it out, the child observed that he
Turned round to tear a Bible that on the counter lay,
He had bought it for waste paper, he said that very day.
He was almost out of paper to wrap his parcels in.
Now the grocer could not read, and knew not what a sin
It was to tear this Holy Book and take each well-worn leaf
To use for such a purpose; but when he saw the grief
Now the grocer could not read, and knew not what a sin
It was to tear this Holy Book and take each well-worn leaf
To use for such a purpose; but when he saw the grief
Of his little favorite, Willie, he kindly said, I’m sure
I’ll give you the old volume if some papers you’ll procure,
As much as this great book will weigh—you see it is not light,—
Run home and see what you can find, and bring them before night.
I’ll give you the old volume if some papers you’ll procure,
As much as this great book will weigh—you see it is not light,—
Run home and see what you can find, and bring them before night.
The boy was very poor, indeed, but he was good and kind,
And when he went among his friends, it was not hard to find
Those who approved of Willie’s care of God’s most Holy Word,
They gladly gave the papers when the story they had heard.
And when he went among his friends, it was not hard to find
Those who approved of Willie’s care of God’s most Holy Word,
They gladly gave the papers when the story they had heard.
An hour had scarcely passed, when the grocer saw, with pleasure,
The little boy returning to claim the promised treasure.
He placed the Bible in one scale, the papers in the other.
Oh, thank you, sir! ’tis mine! he cried, and ran to tell his mother.
The little boy returning to claim the promised treasure.
He placed the Bible in one scale, the papers in the other.
Oh, thank you, sir! ’tis mine! he cried, and ran to tell his mother.
How happy was that mother; God’s Word was her delight
A light unto her path by day,—a guiding star at night;
She raised her heart in thankfulness, that he had learned to prize
His precious Bible, and had gained a treasure in the skies.
A light unto her path by day,—a guiding star at night;
She raised her heart in thankfulness, that he had learned to prize
His precious Bible, and had gained a treasure in the skies.
OH, SPARE THE BIRDS.
Spare the dear little birds, don’t kill them I pray!
But listen, and hear their sweet song;
To spoil all our music, and shoot them to-day,
Oh, sportsmen, you know ’twould be wrong!
But listen, and hear their sweet song;
To spoil all our music, and shoot them to-day,
Oh, sportsmen, you know ’twould be wrong!
At dawn of the day, they are warbling away,
But they never have done the least harm;
The summer’s most gone, they’ve a short time to stay—
They will soon fly away from our farm.
But they never have done the least harm;
The summer’s most gone, they’ve a short time to stay—
They will soon fly away from our farm.
To the bright sunny South, they then will repair,
In autumn they flock off together;
Our Father in Heaven with kind, watchful care,
Then guides them in search of warm weather.
In autumn they flock off together;
Our Father in Heaven with kind, watchful care,
Then guides them in search of warm weather.
I’m sure ’twill displease Him, if merely for sport
You shoot these sweet songsters to-day;
Remember, kind sportsmen, their life is but short;
Oh, spare them, in pity, I pray!
You shoot these sweet songsters to-day;
Remember, kind sportsmen, their life is but short;
Oh, spare them, in pity, I pray!
CROSS GIRL.
TRENTON FALLS.
See Frontispiece and other views of Trenton Falls.
Cascades roaring
In their might,—
Waters pouring
From the height,—
In their might,—
Waters pouring
From the height,—
Wildly bounding
On their way,—
Loud resounding,
Seem to say,—
On their way,—
Loud resounding,
Seem to say,—
See us toiling,
As we glide;—
Hear us boiling,
Far and wide.
As we glide;—
Hear us boiling,
Far and wide.
We are living,
Not in vain,—
We are giving
Back again
Not in vain,—
We are giving
Back again
Plenteous rain-drops
To the sun,
As it cheers us
While we run.
To the sun,
As it cheers us
While we run.
Swiftly going
Round and round;
Onward flowing,
We are found.
Round and round;
Onward flowing,
We are found.
Useful ever,
As we go;
Silent never.
Do you know
As we go;
Silent never.
Do you know
We are teaching
You to-day;
Hear our preaching.
Children, stay!
You to-day;
Hear our preaching.
Children, stay!
Learn a lesson
Of the river;
Yield your hearts
To God, their giver.
Of the river;
Yield your hearts
To God, their giver.