IF ever I see,

On bush or tree,

XI.

Young birds in a pretty nest, I must not, in play,

Steal the young birds away,

To grieve their mother's breast.

My mother, I know,

Would sorrow so,

Should I be stolen away;
So I'll speak to the birds,

In my softest words,

Nor hurt them in my play.

XII.*

THIS is east, and this way west,
Soon I'll learn to say the rest;
This is high, and this is low,
Only see how much I know.
This is narrow, this is wide,
Something else I know beside.

*To be recited with appropriate gestures.

Down is where my feet you see,
Up is where my head should be;
Here's my nose, and here my eyes;
Don't you think I'm getting wise?
Now my eyes wide open keep,
Shut them when I go to sleep.

Here's my mouth, and here's my chin,
Soon to read I shall begin;

Ears I have, as you can see,
Of much use they are to me!
This my right hand is, you see,
This my left, as all agree;
Overhead I raise them high,
Clap! Clap! Clap! I let them fly.

If a lady in the street,

Or my teacher I should meet,
From my head my cap I take,
And a bow like this I make.
Now I fold my arms up so,
To my seat I softly go.

XIII.

BABY in her little cart,

Dolly sitting by her side,

Darling little baby Bell,

Having such a merry ride:

Rover harnessed for the horse, What a good, old, faithful dog! When Miss Baby wants to ride, Then he gently on will jog.

Charlie walks along beside;

See him with his nice new whip! Susie on the other side,

She is leading little Trip.

How these darling little ones

Run and frolic all the day, Knowing not how very soon Childhood hours will pass away!

XIV.

"WHERE is my little basket gone?" Said Charlie boy one day; "I guess some little boy or girl Has taken it away.

"And Kitty, too, I can't find her;
Oh dear! what shall I do?

I wish I could my basket find,
And little Kitty, too.

"I'll go to mother's room and look;
Perhaps she may be there;
For Kitty loves to take a nap

In mother's easy-chair.

"O mother! mother! come and look!
See what a little heap!

My Kitty's in the basket here,
All cuddled down to sleep."

He took the basket carefully,

And brought it in a minute,

And showed it to his mother dear,

With little Kitty in it.

-Mrs. Eliza Follen.

XV.

LITTLE moments make an hour;

Little thoughts, a book;
Little seeds, a tree or flower;

Water drops, a brook;

Little deeds of faith and love,

Make a home for you above.

XVI.

A LITTLE child may have a loving heart,

Most dear and sweet;

And willing feet.

G. S. 2.

A little child may have a happy hand,

Full of kind deeds

For many needs.

A little child may have a gentle voice And pleasant tongue

For every one.

XVII.

OH, look at the moon!
She is shining up there;
O mother, she looks

Like a lamp in the air!

Last week she was smaller,
And shaped like a bow;
But now she's grown bigger,
And round as an O.

Pretty moon, pretty moon,

How you shine on the door,

And make it all bright

On my nursery floor!

You shine on my playthings,
And show me their place;
And I love to look up

At your pretty, bright face.