Aunt Kitty's Stories Part 19

Left her own little chair And got up in a minute, When she heard him declare That he wished to sit in it.

Now from this we can tell, He will never more tease her, But when he is well, He will study to please her.

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POISONOUS FRUIT.

As Tommy and his sister Jane Were walking down a shady lane, They saw some berries, bright and red, That hung around and over head.

And soon the bough they bended down To make the scarlet fruit their own; And part they ate, and part in play They threw about and flung away.

But long they had not been at home Before poor Jane and little Tom Were taken sick and ill, to bed, And since, I've heard, they both are dead.

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DRESSED OR UNDRESSED.

When children are naughty, and will not be drest, Pray, what do you think is the way?

Why, often I really believe it is best To keep them in night-clothes all day!

But then they can have no good breakfast to eat, Nor walk with their mother or aunt, At dinner they'll have neither pudding nor meat, Nor any thing else that they want.

Then who would be naughty and sit all the day In night-clothes unfit to be seen?

And pray who would lose all their pudding and play, For not being dress'd neat and clean.

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BAPTISM IN CHURCH.

Frances Lorenzo is my name, I scarce can tell you how it came; (One day to church I had to go, And ever since they've called me so.)

That New Year's day I shan't forget, So cold, my limbs seem shaking yet; Nor him who loves the lambs, they said, And poured the water on my head.

For folded in his bosom warm, I knew that I was safe from harm; He called my name, and pressed my brow, And said, I was a soldier now.

I sat so still, and all around Were pleasant looks and sweetest sound; I wondered what it all could mean, O, Mama, take me there again. A. D. F.

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THE PET LAMB.

My own pet Lamb, I long to be From envy, pride, and malice free; Patient, and mild, and meek like thee, My own pet Lamb.

I long to know my Shepherd's voice, To make his pleasant ways my choice And in the fold like thee rejoice, My own pet Lamb.

Be you to others kind and true, As you'd have others be to you.

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HYMN.

O, Lord! our infant voice we raise, Thy holy name to bless; In daily song of thanks and praise, For mercies numberless.

For parents who have taught us right, That Thou art good and true; And though unseen by our weak sight Thou seest all we do.

Let all our thoughts and actions rise From innocence and truth; And Thou, O, Lord! wilt not despise The praise of early youth.

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TIME TO RISE.

The c.o.c.k who soundly sleeps at night, Rises with the morning light, Very loud and shrill he crows; Then the sleeping ploughman knows, He must leave his bed also, To his morning work to go.

And the little Lark does fly To the middle of the sky; You may hear his merry tune In the morning very soon; For he does not like to rest, Idle, in his downy nest.

While the c.o.c.k is crowing shrill, Leave my little bed I will, And I'll rise to hear the Lark, For it is no longer dark; 'Twould be a pity there to stay, When 'tis light and pleasant day.

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