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THE LITTLE BOY'S GOOD NIGHT.
The sun is hidden from our sight,
The birds are sleeping sound;
And give a kiss all round.
Now kiss your little son ;
Good night to every one.
Sleep well till morning light;
You would have said, "Good night!”
You blossom while I sleep;
With you their watches keep.
The stars are sparkling there ;
ELIZA LEE FOLLEN.
FORETHOUGHT; OR, THE TWO APPLE TREES.
John and Harry had each a young tree;
Upon Harry's not one can you see.
Were so pretty, so sweet, and so pink,
Without pausing a moment to think.
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,
Don't you think he'll be wiser next year ?
A SWALLOW in the spring
Wet earth, and straw, and leaves.
Day after day she toiled
And dashed it to the ground.
She found the ruin wrought :
And built her nest anew.
But scarcely had she placed
And wrought the ruin o'er.
But still her heart she kept,
Within the earth-made walls.
* Essayel, tried.
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.
« Now cross Two sticks for the foundation.” “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."
And bind it well together."
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.
Their folly to discover,
And cannot roof it over.
THE SIGNS OF RAIN.
The magpie sits beneath her roof,
No rain nor hail can pelt her;
Themselves enjoy no shelter.
When self-conceit can lead them
And think they do not need them.
THE SIGNS OF RAIN.
EDWARD JENNER, 1749–1823. * On the rack, in great pain. + Light brown. I Headlong. THE IVY IN THE DUNGEON.*
The ivy in a dungeon grew,
It grew, it crept, it pushed, it clomb -
Its clinging roots grew deep and strong,
It reached the beam-it thrilled-it curled
It heard the happy skylark sing ; * Inserted, together with "Summer Rain,” p. 90, “Fairest and Dearest,” p. 111, by Dr, Mackay; "The Dewdrops,” p. 69, by Mr. Carpenter; “To J. H.,” p. 116, and “The Glove," p. 138, by Leigh Hunt, by permission of Messrs. Routledge & Sons. + Sickly white.