We'll place her in the midst of us, to join us in our plays,

I'm sure my friends will be so pleased to see her funny ways.

I'll teach her all the lessons that my mother taught

me once,

I know my little Ellen will never be a dunce;

But if she should be rather slow in learning A B C, I must have patience with her, as my mother had with me.

I'll say a morning prayer with her, when first she sees the light,

And sing the evening hymn to her before she sleeps at night;

I'll talk to her of God above, who gives us all we have,

And tell her, too, of Jesus Christ, who died our souls to save.

They laugh, and say I'm but a girl; yet I shall older

grow,

And still be learning something, while I teach her what I know;

So they may laugh, my Ellen dear, for as I look at

you,

I seem almost a woman, when I think of what I'll do.-From the CHILD'S Own Book.

LITTLE CHILDREN, LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

A LITTLE girl, with a happy look,

Sat slowly reading a ponderous book,

All bound with velvet, and edged with gold,
And its weight was more than the child could hold;
Yet dearly she loved to ponder it o'er,

And every day she prized it more;

For it said and she looked at her smiling motherIt said, "Little children, love one another."

She thought it was beautiful in the book,
And the lesson home to her heart she took ;
She walked on her way with a trusting grace,
And a dove-like look in her meek young face,
Which said just as plain as words could say,
The holy Bible I must obey;

So, mamma, I'll be kind to my darling brother,
For "little children must love each other."

I'm sorry he's naughty, and will not play,
But I'll love him still, for I think the way
To make him gentle and kind to me,
Will be better shown if I let him see
I strive to do what I think is right;
And thus, when we kneel in prayer to-night,
I will clasp my arms around my brother,
And say, "Little children, love one another."

The little girl did as her Bible taught,

And pleasant, indeed, was the change it wrought;
For the boy looked up in glad surprise,
To meet the light of her loving eyes;
His heart was full, he could not speak,
But he pressed a kiss on his sister's cheek;
And God looked down on the happy mother,
Whose "little children loved each other."

THE ORPHAN BOY'S TALE.

STAY, lady, stay, for mercy's sake,
And hear a helpless orphan's tale,
Ah! sure my looks must pity wake,
"Tis want that makes my cheeks so pale.
Yet I was once a mother's pride,

And my brave father's hope and joy ;
But in the Nile's proud fight he died,
And I am now an orphan boy.

Poor, foolish child! how pleased was I,
When news of Nelson's victory came,
Along the crowded streets to fly,

And see the lighted windows flame!
To force me home my mother sought,
She could not bear to see my joy ;
For with my father's life 'twas bought,
And made me a poor orphan boy.

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The people's shouts were long and loud,
My mother shuddering, closed her ears;
Rejoice! rejoice!" still cried the crowd,
My mother answered with her tears.
"Why are you crying thus," said I,
"While others laugh and shout with joy?"
She kissed me—and with such a sigh,
She called me her poor orphan boy!

"What is an orphan boy?" I cried,
As in her face I looked and smiled;
My mother through her tears replied,

"You'll know too soon, ill-fated child!
And now they've tolled my mother's knell,
And I'm no more a parent's joy,
O lady, I have learn'd too well
What 'tis to be an orphan boy!

Oh! were I by your bounty fed!
Nay, gentle lady, do not chide;
Trust me, I mean to earn my bread,
The sailor's orphan boy has pride.
Lady, you weep!-ha!—this to me?
You'll give me clothing, food, employ?
Look down, dear parents! look, and see

Your happy, happy orphan boy !—MRS. OPIE.

TRYING.

By frequent trying Troy was won.
All things, by trying, may be done.

THE WIDOW.

I KNEW a widow very poor,
Who four small children had ;
The eldest was but six years old,
A gentle, modest lad.

And

very

hard this widow toiled

To feed her children four,

An honest pride the woman felt,
Though she was very poor.

To labour she would leave her home,
For children must be fed ;

And glad was she, when she could get
A shilling's worth of bread.

And this was all the children had

On any day to eat ;

They drank their water, ate their bread, But never tasted meat.

One day when snow was falling fast,
And piercing was the air,

I thought that I would go and see
How these poor children were.