Yet still that student of the skies "No, no, mamma, just this, just this, That night the fever smote him sore And fiercely racked the springs of life, Then all at once in slumber soft The darling sufferer lay, And like a lamb of Jesus slept His little life away. He slept, but with what glorious joy! The waking word he spake not here ANON. THE TRUTHFUL BOY. ONCE there was a little boy With curly hair and pleasant eye; A boy who always told the truth, And never, never told a lie. And when he trotted off to school, And every body loved him so, Because he always told the truth, That every day, as he grew up, 'Twas said, There goes the honest youth. And when the people that stood near MARY'S LAMB. MARY had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, It made the children laugh and play, So then the teacher turned him out, And waited patiently about, And then he ran to her and laid As if he said, "I'm not afraid - You'll keep me from all harm." "What makes the lamb love Mary so?" The eager children cry D "Oh, Mary loves the lamb you know," And you, each gentle animal, And make them follow at your call, If you are always kind. INFANT SCHOOL MAGAZINE. TO A ROBIN REDBREAST. LITTLE bird, with bosom red, Daily near my table steal, Pleasure in thy glancing eye See thee, when thou'st eat thy fill, Ever welcome to my door. WORDSWORTH. THE CHILD TO THE ROBIN. COME here little robin, come here to me, You must not perch on the snowy stone, Come under my window and I will spread And then when the fields are green and gay, |