Part 9 (2/2)

To you we think it must be pleasant, To see us both with such a present.

Every good boy and girl will be rewarded, and all such as are studious, and respectful to their teachers, will always get a reward.

G.o.d never allowed any man to do nothing. How miserable is the condition of those men who spend their time as if it were _given_ them, and not lent.--_Bishop Hall_.

HARVEST SONG.

Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand, Banish every fear, plenty fills the land.

Joyful raise songs of praise, Goodness, goodness, crowns our days.

Yet again swell the strain, He who feeds the birds that fly, Will our daily wants supply.

CHORUS--

As the manna lay, on the desert ground, So from day to day, mercies flow around.

As a father's love gives his children bread, So our G.o.d above grants, and we are fed.

Think in the morning what thou hast to do this day, and at night what thou hast done; and do nothing upon which thou mayest not boldly ask G.o.d's blessing; nor nothing for which thou shalt need to ask his pardon.--_Anon_.

TELLING SECRETS.

There is a company of girls met together, and what can they be talking about. Hark! ”Now I will tell you something, if you'll promise never to tell,” says Jane. ”I will, certainly,” replied Anne. ”And will you promise _never_ to tell a single living creature as long as you live?”

The same reply is given, ”_I will never tell_.”

Now Jane tells the secret, and what is it? It turns out to be just nothing at all, and there is no good reason why every body should'nt know it. It is this--”Lizzy Smith is going to have a new bonnet, trimmed with pink ribbon and flowers inside.” Anna thinks no more of her solemn promise, and the first school-mate she meets, she opens the secret, with a solemn injunction for her not to tell. By and by the secret is all out among the girls--the promises are all broken. Now, children, remember your word--keep it true, and never make a promise which you do not intend to keep, and always avoid telling foolish secrets.

AGNES AND THE MOUSE.

One brilliant Christmas day, two little girls were walking towards a neighboring village, when they observed a little creature walking about the road. ”Surely,” said Mary, ”it is a large mouse;” and it did not seem to be afraid, so they thought from its tameness, it must be hungry.

”Poor little thing,” said Agnes, ”I wish I had something to give you.”

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