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THE LITTLE BOY'S GOOD NIGHT.

THE sun is hidden from our sight,
The birds are sleeping sound;

'Tis time to say to all, "Good night!"
And give a kiss all round.

Good night, my father, mother dear,
Now kiss your little son;

Good night, my friends, both far and near,
Good night to every one.

Good night, ye merry, merry birds,
Sleep well till morning light;
Perhaps if you could sing in words,
You would have said, "Good night!

To all my pretty flowers, good night!
You blossom while I sleep;
And all the stars that shine so bright,
With you their watches keep.

The moon is lighting up the skies,
The stars are sparkling there;
"Tis time to shut our weary eyes,
And say our evening prayer.

ELIZA LEE FOLLEN.

FORETHOUGHT; OR, THE TWO APPLE TREES.

IN spring, when the apple trees stood in full bloom,
John and Harry had each a young tree;

This autumn, while John's tree is loaded with fruit,
Upon Harry's not one can you see.

The truth is, the blossoms that grew there last spring
Were so pretty, so sweet, and so pink,

That Harry had pulled every bunch off the tree,
Without pausing a moment to think.

A SWALLOW.

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Said John, "You should wait till the autumn comes round,
Then nice apples you'd have, ripe and red; '
Said Hary," For apples I really can't wait,
I would rather have flowers instead."

Harry wishes to-day he had listened to John,
When he sees his poor apple tree bare,

But those who pluck flowers can't look to pluck fruit ;
Don't you think he'll be wiser next year?

A SWALLOW.

A SWALLOW in the spring
Came to our granary, and 'neath the eaves
Essayed to make her nest, and there did bring
Wet earth, and straw, and leaves.

Day after day she toiled

With patient heart; but ere her work was crowned,
Some sad mishap the tiny fabric spoiled,
And dashed it to the ground.

She found the ruin wrought:

Yet not cast down, forth from her place she flew,
And, with her mate, fresh earth and grasses brought,
And built her nest anew.

But scarcely had she placed
The last soft feather on its ample floor,
When wicked hands, or chance, again laid waste,
And wrought the ruin o'er.

But still her heart she kept,

And toiled again; and last night, hearing calls,
I looked, and lo! three little swallows slept

Within the earth-made walls.

Essayel, tried.

R. ANDROSS.

A FABLE.

In early times, the story says,

When birds could talk and lecture, A magpie called her feathered friends To teach them architecture.

"To build a nest, my courteous friends,"

They all began to chatter

"No need to teach us that, good Mag; "Tis such an easy matter!"

"To build a nest," Professor Mag Resumed her speech demurely,

"First choose a well-forked bough, wherein The nest may sit securely."

"Of course," said Jenny Wren. Two sticks for the foundation."

"Now cross

"Oh, all know that," quoth Mr. Rook, "Without this long oration."

"Now bend some slender twigs, to form The round sides of the dwelling."

"A fool knows that," exclaimed the thrush, "Without a magpie's telling."

"Next take some wool, and line the nest, And bind it well together."

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Why, that's as clear," exclaimed the owl,

"As stars in frosty weather!"

While thus they talked, Professor Mag
Her nest had half completed;
And growing quite indignant now,
To see how she was treated,-
"Ladies and gentlemen," she said,
"I see you're all so clever,
My lessons are superfluous,
I leave you, then, for ever."
Away she flew, and left the birds
Their folly to discover,

Who now can build but half a nest,

And cannot roof it over.

THE SIGNS OF RAIN.

The magpie sits beneath her roof,
No rain nor hail can pelt her;
The others, brooding o'er their young,
Themselves enjoy no shelter.

No better fate do men deserve,

When self-conceit can lead them
Friendly instructions to despise,
And think they do not need them.

THE SIGNS OF RAIN.

*

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.
"Twill surely rain. I see with sorrow
Our jaunt must be put off to-morrow.

* On the rack, in great pain.

EDWARD JENNER, 1749-1823. + Light brown.

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Headlong.

THE IVY IN THE DUNGEON.*

THE ivy in a dungeon grew,
Unfed by rain, uncheered by dew;
Its pallid+ leaflets only drank
Cave moistures foul, and odours rank.

But through the dungeon grating high
There fell a sunbeam from the sky;
It slept upon the grateful floor,
In silent gladness evermore.

The ivy felt a tremor shoot
Through all its fibres to the root;
It felt the light, it saw the ray,
It strove to blossom into day.

It grew, it crept, it pushed, it clomb ‡—
Long had the darkness been its home;
But well it knew, though veiled in night,
The goodness and the joy of light.

Its clinging roots grew deep and strong,
Its stem expanded firm and long;
And in the currents of the air

Its tender branches flourished fair.

It reached the beam-it thrilled-it curled-
It blessed the warmth that cheers the world!

It rose towards the dungeon bars,

It looked upon the sun and stars.

It felt the life of bursting spring,

It heard the happy skylark sing;

Inserted, together with "Summer Rain," p. 90, "Fairest and Dearest," p. 111, by Dr. Mackay; "The Dewdrops," p. 59, by Mr. Carpenter; "To J. H.," p. 116, and "The Glove," p. 138, by Leigh Hunt, by permission of Messrs. Routledge & Sons.

+ Sickly white.

Climbed.

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