Original poems for infant minds by several young persons.

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Original poems for infant minds by several young persons.
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vol. I; 112 p.;16 cm.
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English
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Taylor, Ann, 1782-1866
Taylor, Jane, 1783-1824
Kimber, Conrad, & Co
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Children's poetry -- 1807
Bldn -- 1807
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Children's poetry
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Shaw & Shoemaker
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Stewart, C.D. Taylors of Ongar,
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Pagination v. 1: 2, 112 p.
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Vol. 2 published in 1806; cf. Shaw & Shoemaker.

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ORIGINAL POEMS,


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VOL. 1.


PHILADELPHIA.
PIINTED ,A. D -OLD BV K!JMIHFR. CON RI, .j CO
m*. .,M Af K SiT PT.E L ,
AND IiUV,.0[iTH SECOND STDLKtT.

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1807.











?REFACE.





IF a hearty affecction for that innt res'I;g
little race, the race of children, is am- recoin-
ine-ndation, the writers of t1:' fdolloving page,
are well recommended ; and it' to have studied
in some degree th ir capa itiee,, habits, and
wants, with a wish to adapt thsc .simple ver-
ses to their real comprehelisions, and probable
improve m-nt....if this ha; ny fuir-thri- claim
to the indtuId.nce rf the public, it is the last
and only one they atte.mpit :ro make. T.' e
dc fici, ncy ofthc compositions na poetry, is by
no ine:im a secret to their authors ; butit was
thought desirable to *hi :lge ti- rv pottic
freedom and figure, and t\ -n L.-x cry long sdl-
abled iword, which might c.gite, perhaps, a
lakse idea, to tn. it- littI: rcad-r:s, or at least
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IF FACE.
make a chasm in the c hain of conception.
Images which to us are so familiar that we
forget their imagery, arc terrible stumbling
blocks to children, who have none but literal
ideas ; and thou gh it may be allowable to in-
troduce a simple kind, which a little mater-
nal attention will easily' xplain, and which
may tcnd to excite a taste for natural andpo-
etic beauty, c c rn- thingstiperfluous ithasbeen
a primary endeavour to avoid.

To those parents into vshose hands this lit-
tle volume may chance to fall, it is vr' yr.s-
pectfullv in;cribtd ; .anl vry altectionattlh
to that interesting little race.... ht. ra,: ot'
children.


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A true story ........ ........... 7
The B '.; Nest .................. i
The Hir.1 .P.ist .................. 1i
Spri,,g- .--- -----------------------............... ... 16
f Sarrn rjr -.-.- .- ...-.-.- . ...... B'
.Autumn ........................ 21j
W inter -- ------------------- .......... 2
To a Butlertly, on gi' irg i .Li.lfrrty .-- ... ,
Tihe Tempest .-. --------------------...... --
3Ihe Church-)ard--- ........ -------------------.
i.jr,-ir, .... . i ............ .... ;,
E ,,inpg .---..--- --.. -- ------------.... ; L
I tie .rie Bn ) - -- ------------------ --:

3-tie Industriois j y ..... .---------------
if'be little. Fshet,2an ------... -------- .
d age ------- ......--.. ---. 39
T!e App I e. .................. 4-- J
J'.e DLap -n-t ----------------- 4
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The Shepherd Boy .---------------- 44
The Robin ---------..------------- 46
James and the Shoulder of liai..,7 .------. 48
False Alarms ---------------------- 50
The Child's Monitor --.--------.------ fSt
The B-i:; 0 ....... ........... -
The b-. ar,..l t. Applr -I ree --------- 54
Th-e WV,-i-.,a L I .1:c Wax Doll - - 9T
The 1tubreat .- ..-------. 9
ille Dick r,,l thi: .al - .- . .. -- 0
Tbh.- Nilhling-.ile -. - -------
Nevitr .y h ir- . . . . . .
Tfie I.-rk ... .-. -. .- . . . -- 64
'Th runarit. Bnys - - - - - -. 65
Ge.r.-- ar. thlie Cftimne)-SSeeptr . .- -- 67
Siplhi;a' Fuo l's C,-- - - -. -.. - t.
!V.Sihing andi Dre:f - - - - - .. 1
TI." Pluii Cake ..... - ... . 72
Aniwhei Plum C wKe - -- - - - - -
Fr -i ii"tiglil% l.t .: I - I -'- -'' .t.. .' l ., '
1 ..,, i A .'1h1 T" ay . .. . . .. ... .. 2'. rI
toi : C hil: G'"I hut ha, tr.l,i - - - 78
T l- ti... Gi ..irl .. -.. - 1: so
ic' M,:.Lie. .- ............ 4 .. s: .









CONTENTS.
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The Palace and Cottage -----..--..- 84
Ball -------------. .
The Fox and the Crow -------------89
Thf Molbther-'s W'ib --------------- 9
To Maria ----------------------- 93
The Snail -------------- 94
The Holidays .----.---------------- 95
Oil] Sarah ------------------------ 97
Old Susan ----.--------- --------.. 98
The Gleaner ..--------------------- 1
Snow -------.---..--------.------- uE
The Pigs - ----------.----------. 103
Finery ---.--- .---. ---------------- 104
Crjzy Rrbert -----.--------..------ 105
Eir-;I -ient .----.--- ----- ----------.-. 106
The fighurig &Ids -- .----------- 108
Cre eip-en ----------------------
The Tempest .. .. .. .. ... -410
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ORIGINAL POEMS.





A TRUE STORY.

-LITTFLE Atn arnl her mnilttler ir'e walking one d.a*.
Ti r.,' I L iir, u le ct.l .a rair:
A',d bj,'icis obligd th1cm to go b? the .n
That led them LtLiro' C.LAendlih Square.

A'ni t- pAsd as ilre g'de.t imnou:t" ol' a lurd,
A.tbvauiilii. t "htiit.lleim crn-e,
T, take..-;a,'," mj.ji eileg'ait adies abroad,
Who'straig.'. ayg PAinto the sarne.

"TJie La-lii; in |i.:Aihera andI jeittlh were seep.
Tit,! chi i.)l .Was puilinted all '&'r,
Tle itlltil IWh; d rt ia tiiver and green,
SAnd ,j gr" htqe. [-...!1 p'd beibre.
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Little Ann, by her im-,tl. ,r .A.k'd ;.!..nt and sad,
A tear trickled d ,. i. 'ritn her e' e;
'Till her mothersaid. A,.o. I !,iHijld he tery glad
To kdoilt ,ihatli is rriae. yft cry? ,


Ah look! said ti llJe alli it rarrtu12Y, mamma,
All cover'd itlh i.-ri. and .,.,,I,
Thfn.;e ladlci are rtting -,.. rlh.ai inllgly I there,
While e have to walk in the cold:


Vouis:) Gtd +i kind to thi,. l that ili are ga.,d,
Bi3 t -,'JIlr it c irr.o't be trii ,
Or e!-e I am ti-rtair., alut,-T, tat I'. l iou'dii
Ge suct. a li]we carrt.ie t,) .-l


Louk tih-re, .t;t T-irl, .kd iaei p ..ther, arid see
Wi',t -.t.ank,.l at llat tcl c,.>a ri dn A... prior "r'-r. be.g'jr, arid Ihtei hlio, she

.\ liaI'ern; .tar.iln it t ipilore.


All p'ih: her lace, ;ril ,I.,-'p sunk i- hl-r c)e,
tier !-"..k lb)..k hii6 -kcL tur.'- btintes;
rie l..a. t .a f..'% i',' j.ia. J'lij l tah r to tic.
Arnd bir naktd I'tt bleed it the tones.


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Dcar ladies, s4he crles, and the litaurs trickle down,
Relieve a pur becpasr, I r.ra. ,
.i t i.ail-id ..!I h'ui.gr) 5b,:, I .i, wide town,
And not -o.- aror-t'l'f).

1ifr faitl r and rm ,ther are Iai ago dead,
M y hr..ilh,'r -a.,l- .;.n-r I :I ">.. ;
And 1'.e it a I.,; r-r" .j irmorsel of bread,
As pluiuli I'm iur: i-_u m *\ zee.

_A clXi" 1 .l'Iiclti \,itrlh V,! al k-rr.blv bail,
Br in.o nuru ..r w, ,, c .: d 1 ;I
An -Id '-P,. '.:.- d as ti., hIou-. that I h ,l,
AnJ uiil h 1 ti o la' ohl' I lie.

A wi i., la' I'm t.Atter. .,I: ts L'i '.l .Iit,
A ,] t'jniuih'd, ailr] fli d..uij ci, ,
I ,. ,.n.lkr ab ii't .. IIJ nMn .. .. .is c.ipla,.t.
And -rhl..,ni get aught L. tt a scold.


Some -ill n,,t atltndl to n,'' pilui call,
S. nr.e Utink i ,:. a ;-.Ibnid cheat,
Ai- .. -rcely a creature reLeVE me 4 all
The thousands di it trarmrse the ptLrett.









URIGc 'A'.

Then jjiies, h: I .-.her., vwi pty bheto w
Ju t tih '. a >i 'l? V ... I fUn l C e iI,-nd,
Anil .ti:, -r. the lathic' v i.;c % .. '.ci %-v.utd go.
'11e ci r'. uirn',1 ,-rt 1ll a b.,Li.j

Ali' e '.lic: Rirl, thel'.n her rin ,icr replcd,
Hi i ow uh-h t v :i t,; rrpllin :
!'nits uiild bI.i t'. e I I1,.'d ti ilbe ,-',ntrtry side,
Yi'jr `ears M iild iwi .: dr'.J Ipi) .din

YlVur h'i..e a lit.. r [yi. f -i,"i, aiiJ .-u-, it.liiali, andl
b~d.
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rwf- G-i ] *n his iie-rrc tbat p Y
Yiim id I it .I,-r' e in be v evil ti n -
AnJd tall ilta. ble-inga 5uii lioie-

'Its pnr ,tt.- bgic r a hunr^ and cold.

No. lCtlrir nor r,.,lhcr has s i,'" ;
And w.il l.e youl cn idi,. tiili otl'ji,.ts behold.
l'aJ iitg quile CIuiltl,Vitl i"be .

A cr-.h aild a f.tri'unn, a.l ,nhtl.' atlire,
fi.'l gl- Vile fli It- : ot. t he bructti
To be 'Kcd r6 ve il-ritrgt'u -iinnlI chiefly dCsLre,
And Lbcn leac t-i Gy1 all the rest. A; T.




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POR INFANT MIND.


THE BIRD'S NEST.


NOW tMe sun res bri.ht and woitS.high in the air,
The tr.:.-; *mile ar.,und ii, in preei;
The .-:-t little birds r.. the rnmeado s et*M',r
A. pick 'ip the mo_4, and h;rh'- d, aM hair,
T, mniake tlir n ts.sofi, nvarr, -ind clean.

Hi ,li. p in .,me tree, fir aiy'f1rbin the town,
Wherc the; thlinrk naughty boys cannot creep,
Th*s build 'i ih to l;, Iad tliy lne it uilh dov a;
And Iby tlir neat e.g&, spt-kled over tkh brotn,
Arid sit fill tie l;'.Je 6hes peep.

Then cmre, little by, let us gor to thLe wood,
Ari, clib uip the Erre, [all tree ;
And iil,. itih rild bird, arc gine out to rpet food,
We'll tike doan tihe ne-t, and the cenlrping WolOd
Arid didJ tlhemn betwixt roil and me. "
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S OliOINAL roirn,

But ah! don't you tlmink 't&Qild ,ie wicked and 44
To take te, ;r poor nethling. aa y ; '
And after the toil arid the trouble they've had,
When they think tliem'elves l, arind are sing-ing s.o
glad,
To sp'dI all thcir york for jur pl :

Suppose that mowa moniier, d.,zel n yalrds gl.
Should stalk up at night to your bed,
And ouof~a u indou al.,ng .i ,th yo,,
And slop ne .Eid your dcrr parnenii gOu bye,
Nor care fIra t*.rd that you -: aid.

And take ) :i awuy, not a creatnlrc knom where,
And Iasten nou down % ith a cham :
And feed you Y iih %ictuala %ou never coild bear,
And hardly ,l,,mu jou to brtiahe the fr .li, a.r,
Or enter to come back again


Oh' hbow would 3ou cry fior your iieuredt ir.,mA.
Arnid ling to her bosoin to runi;
And be..t 3our por head at 3our hard pri.,m 1,'ir,
Arid Latle thie %le monster that took yru so far.
For nothiiug rL all but his fun.


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"- .' r t r A T MIWDiS.


Tiher -n'y. lidle bo,., hall e climb the tali tree;
Ahl nr,-- but tI-, I .-..,-n s&7Ji It k r,-.,
rl tai o ld ,l iij t a: ,. i iel :il' tI rr]bI!c be,
A- Li gr :at rr'inster ihrould take.a*ay thee,
Noit er- again to return.

!I sl.:ep. little ir.jIent-, S, in .,iir nc-,t.
We 1I<-i hii to i, te? % ',I am -,y
.r,,l u -t:n tI0- nest It-amnk.r -:ll wear r t*"jgrcri test
.;,d the u%, jdli i'n a rb._ r.I 1, f'ul;.ge bIPi1 '
T",jr -',rg8 shil dl Aur ki-.i,,ts r3cp3y. '?;

Wl.'n the spring FL j'I rilturn, to tbe wroodlandjs w-'il
lhie,
And ;.t b- -on %cr 1-li tret ;
And rtj.,re, a. um hear .u-,,r sweet caI,-s[; rnh, I,'i,
WXli silker. %-I Sc sorin-, amid tti: bluk. .Lj,
That %.e yJ-. :ou Wi "-, a]d.jt- I'r-.

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THE HAND POST.,



THE n;ght u&s dark, the ,j, %iab Ifidi
Beiieath the mounrtain gras.
And not ..itigle star appeared.
i. a s i lv e r r aI .

Actss'the heath tbr oI let flew,
And screamed linmg thie blast,
And onward, wit. q'icknen'd Itep..
Benighled Henry p.iast.

At intervals, anid thie gioam
A flash or Ight'ning phay'd,
And slie-'J the ruts itlL suati filI'd.
And the black hedge's shade.

Agpin, in thickcst-d:urkne.s plung'd,
He grol,'d Ills at' tl find ;
*And owl hie thloughIL he spied bemornd
A fjnrm of horrid ;.iil

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S, i-zdiyl white it upward rose,
OftinA rr inanrle bare,
Ant lid-l its akcAd arms across,
To Lidl. hii bm hr ti1 hair.

j ,,-w icr',r I'ftt hir b1.:id w, -,'w .- " '
At aint bff re bin-,, ', ;,; i"
SMt r--,ll, ihfivigI't ir,, n.) li>r" 'r. -,' ,
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2% i-HP t i-h- -'kb'iin te'fit; p
Arl r'i r il.r,' tIh_ Ii-Trl Ir1v a..,
ltJ ,_ i., >- ,rTnjey,:~i he b,-i'nL


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A id LAt d 1.. -" I ,k.rig.
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.Ari v ell, th',i.li hic, oWIe ',_-,, 1' ;C r -1
N,,r ',' ) h:hali I r.rqs-t,
WVl'ier Ic i n-' me n i;3im ,
ni rch nwrl iig -l -,ci 1 i it.

Avi 4'htn I heir --I I 'Ik ilk
Oi' 'nblir'- :-n lI a ..,
I'li tell Lf r.,' I 1, l .. r !;,
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.'\ H L :- h .'. the i'c> r( i m -. ,_ .1., Iii ,
"'iiT r. r lhate b'lr.; L P 1 ir .I i-r h',ii ,
Tl 'e %,I,-i. Old lie edge.- ,i L i -Jir I,,.. ,
Snd i.0l-iLe, enmtnel he pl..ii.

Thie >ri ,s- hgl'b, :rit shine. .%arm ,',- r !-,- di!e
T i : ,' ir I, ,, ilid bt,-:s,,ME ,rs ,, Lit,. ,
The k ,. I the tu,,ollrk i- :se:.rd in tle vi ae,
And I'," c *Ic kiou rettirri. firri, 1 hl rih h. r.


C-RII,-'.AL lPOEN:,









FOR ''r AT MItrDS.


'oung laMb, bi sport and frisk on the sides of the hill,
Thlie tihoney bee wakes from her sleep,
The tuirtlh-dove opens her soft-cooing bill,
And .now-drops and primroses peep.

All nature looks active, delighlful, and gay,
The creatures begin d cir employ*,. ,
Ah! It me not be lesi ndVIUIOusu ln they,
An idkI, or ind,-lent boy. .

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Now while in the spring .'m. rigonr and bloo,
lInthe pass of 'Cur lvarnirg I'll run; b..,
Nor let the be,t part o' m, being consum,4._ -.
nothing ofconrequence djne. 1

Thus ihileto my'.essons with caM I' attend,
And store up the knowledge I gain,
When ilie uiwcr of'AI stall upm me descend,
'Twill cheer the dark season ol pain.
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0 rO I G I NA L PO2MS%


?. UMMEIK


THE heats of the Sumricr come ha-tily li,
The fruit, r re trAnisparent anid cletr,
Tliheblads ai.d 'lie hloA.).ms e1 Ahl aLre gr.nr,
j A4l'tLe deep-.o!o'jr'd cherries appear

S9,. "." yabe "us is bright and serene,
No rthud or it.s In om rrmain-
h wio dc ai-d Li.e fleld_, andl the hel-e' are i.tn,

As\,i b,> h :y-c ,, ..sr.,ls saee, f.Irotr ttme pl'nu..

Do'- r, irir ti1 ll._ vlle- where bLbbles the 4prinp_,
V hi.i s..l'r ilIr,' the mead,,i' .-larid ldic,
Tie Wius C. ni LiP. rnnuunLt.in thie lie:a, et p tp .
A t l4a% tie v. arm cautiIt n ir stic:

I ine !.- ,,* n .me .. l. I r. .I t'a',
11" [1 '.- i l a',', 'ii -.i ] Ir, ",in,
&n,,,,av

j -,r b, li.. .t ., a i,e. n, rble I.. e..4,
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FOR INFANT M[INfSl. 19

here all the day idle my lirtbs; I'll extend,
Frjrn'i soft ti dc hlrii reiose ; :
W'lidle round i me a thiu-aril sweet odours ascend,
From ev'ry gay wuod.-fo'r that blows,

Eut hIar. I'-oni the Ilnvl.,idj, what sounds do I hear,
The % w:s ,r pl aiisure so gay;
TIhe merr3 youngg ha% mak,-r- cliL-errully bear
The hial of' the tiht tiumrr,:r's da}.

While some wilh bright -cuLhe, snriing shrill to the
stone,
The trall gras and butler (.edJs m6 w, ..'
Some spread it %itb rakes, anti by others tistirnmir
Into sweet amelling-cocks in a row.

Then since joy and glee %ilh ac.tiiily join,
Th'is moment to labour I'll rise ;
While the idle ltui- bect in the shadule to re(line,
And maite precuus lime as it lies.

To i at, prec'.u, iiime we can never recall,
s waXsic Ol'tllIe u ;ckcdest kind ;
An Instant or li'e has mnore value than all
The gold that in India they find.








O I.C;14AL POEMS,


Notdi'mnids that brilliinlly beam in the mine,
Fmi one moment's time should be giv'n;
For gems Can but make us look gaudy and fine,
But time can prepairc us forheav'n.
IBID. I





AUTUMN.

THE msun is far risen abnve (lie old tree
"T. b eias on (lithe ld er dew play :
The 'ssiamer tended wavess in the breeze,
And the miats arc last rolling awnay.


Let us leave the warm bed. and the pillow ofdown,
The n-rrirng" fair bid; us arie,
Little h,, .-r.r the shadow, or midnight are flown,
Arnd siur.bLams peep into our eYes.


We'll pa's by the ga-rdn that lead Io the gale,
But .%here is it. gaiet} now ?
Tie Mirliak-lr-is daisy blhs ; lonely and late,
And th, ydli.\ leaf utl'Is Fromn the bough.









FOR INFANT MINleS..21

Last night the glad reapers their Larrest home suig,
Arid stilor'd the full garners with grain;
Did you heir how the woods %ith their merry shouts
rung,
As they bore the last sheaf from the plain ?



But hark! r'norm the % oudiland tile sotind of a gun,
The sounded bird fluuers and dies:
Al! surely 'tis wicked, Ifr nothing but run
To shqt the poor thing as it flies.,
fr' :.- *


The tirrdd hare too, in alTrzgbt and disma\,
Runs sirft thro' the brusho'od and grass ;
How she turns, how she Ainds, and she tries evere'
way,
But the cruel dogi won't let her piss.



Ab! poor lutile partridge, and pheas':ant and hare,
I wish they would leave you to live;
For my parr, 1 monitder howi poeple can hear
To see all tie torment they gihe
B 2








ORIOINAL POEMS,


SIVhen 3 rinard at midiigtisteals down to the farm,
And kltH the p ior chickens and cocks;
Then rise liraer Goihlniman, their can be no h4r#t
In tlhacing a th-er .f a lbx.


But die innocent hare, and the pheasant so sleek,
'Tt err cruel and i cked to lay:
The parlridge with blooJ never reddened hea" beak,
'Nor har.s stolee the piulir. away.


If 1'flks wopild but thiuk ul' ltle torture tLey give,
LTO PmiatIWm %, 1.cp c.nt-A complain,
I thi rl.ey ).il L l it tlie p-or animals live,
Nur ever o slh.oling again.

'IBID.

-' + *' -

VWINTER.

ELHOLD gl -r.iy br.ncliLie that stretch from tbhe
ircci. ,
lir hi .-;oin twr erdurr., they wear
IlieN r.. i". 4aiA ',hake 1. ulr: nurdrl .rI, brLt'e ,
AiA v.AIe ti~e.r lung arnil in thp air.









Fr.' INFANT MIND-..


Tie un r, ldes his lh.,e in a mantle or cloud, -
Drk vapurs r.ll o)itcr the sk '
Thr' ind thliro' the wvod hollows hoarsely. and loud,
A.rid sea.-birds across the land fly.


C-.me in, little Charles, l.,r the anow patters dOwn,
No pathis n the gdrd,-n remain.
The itrects and the houut s are white in the lown,
Arnd uhLte are the fields ai. the plain.


Come in, little C[,arles, From the tcmpcst oi snow,
"rl, daIrk, 5.d the shottI-rS M~.'ll cl.-se ;
We'll put a lresh fjggi.,t to make thle lire glor,
Secure front tile sltrm as it bd.-Iis.


But how mrany % rctc'. Are ward'ring n.Akcd iand palJe :
Oblig'd on the snowru -covr'd common to roam,
And pierc'd by the pitiless gale;


Ni house for their iLh.ltcr, r.o ictuals to cat,
No bi d I1r ti.-r limis to repose .
Or u crust dry ind mnOiuldi), U..: best ofthliir mnaS
And their pillow a, piloiv olsoinuu s.








ORIGINAL POEMS,


Be thankful, my child, that it is not your lot,
To wander an orphan and poor;
A frther, and mother, and home you have got,
And yet you.deserv'd them no more.

BE thar.kfil, my child, and forget not to pay,
Your thanks to ihat Father above,
Who gives you so mar.) more blessirgs than they,
Arid croins your whole life with his love.
IBII"

, ~ ~ :? --


TO A BUrTERFLY, ON GIVING IT
LIBERTY.

]'OOQR harmless i'.ict, thither fly,

And lire's short horr enjoy;
S 'Tis all thou hast, and why sli<,nld I
That little all destrco i

Why should n.. rinlt U ill suspend,
A life b$ isd',m g,'n,
Or sooner bil tlh iL eig er,>J.
T1iiLo was designed by Heaven.




^*W -* w w**


F ) [F A T I l li ,. I2I5

lo't .i tli.'iy .ii r"i -,' n knows,
Ep .r'T-.'r...rn iid I'r.r,,

'T O :!rne ti uaiaider :.' .ere :ie rose
Prl'um.:s the co)h,,,g: "


To bask upon the sunny bed,
The daTatk wBi%'r tin Li.s, .
To range along the b-nding slade,
Is all thy little blis'.


Then flutter still ihe silken m ing_,
In rich e'tbr. j rd lrest,
And sport upon the gale that flings
Sweet odours fromt'his vesti ,-
S~BIBO.



THE TEM-PEST.

SEE the dark vapours cl.,j< l te s!. y, ;
The third, r rumbles round and round.-
'The liigt'nnij.'s lash br-egins, to Iy,
Big drops i.1 ri bedew it lie ,Tr...und ;
The frigtcii.'di birds. %i h ruffled wing,
Fly through I lie air and c-a.:e to sing








ORIGINAL POEMS,


Now nearer rnl!s the migtliy peal,
Incessant thunder roars aloud;
Toss'd hv tie wirils .he tall oaks reel,
The forked lightning breaks the cloud :
Deep torrents drench the swimming plain,
And sheets of fire dc.-scnd wili rain.

'Tis God who on the tempest rides,"
And with a word directs the storm 1
'Tis at Ii nod the w'ind subsides,
Or heaps r,r hcav) iap.urs form.
In fire e cloudi he ialkl the sky,
And lets'his stores of tempest I'y.

Then why with childish terror fear,
What waits his will to do me harm?
The bolt shall never venture near,
Or give me cause for dire alarm,
IF he direct the lier hall,
And bid it a6ton me to fall.

Yet tho' beneath hiz poA'r divine,
I wait, depending .jn his care,
Each right endcar'ur shall be mine,
0o '' '-!ingcr I'l! bIware,









0kok INFANT *tN._..


Far from the metal bell-wire stand,
Nor on the door lock put my hand.'


When caught amidst the open field,
I'll not seek shelter fionm a tree;
Tho' from the Falling raid a ihield,
More drildl'ul might tle hiiht'rjnmgb .
Its tallest boughs night draw the fire. .
And I, with sadden stroke, expire.


Thus, while with lawful care I ..
To shun each dAI1er.'>u, thuiF and |ila. '
I'll lift to God my prayerful eye,
And beg protection from la, grace:
If spared, to bitn the praise I'll give,
Or if I die, in hea%'n Fhall live. .i e




THE CHUrCH-YARD.

yItE .... 'rises bright in the east,
The stars with pure brilliancy hIine ;
rhe rj,5 orF til v. o..0d1: havc cai'd.,
Arnd !,il i- l6c ji'. ', tilie kine.








^8 ORIGINAL POEMS,

The men, frIom thtir iturk ri. ti.e hill,
Trudge homeward, with pitchlbrk and flail,
The buz of the hamlet is still,
And the bat flaps his wings in the gale.

And see from those darkly green trees,
Of cypress, and holly, and %e,
That wave their black arm's in the breeze,
The old village church is in i iew.'
The owl from her ivy'd retreat,
Screens l ..ar.i: .-, i winds ofthe night:
Arid the clh>ck, i iri, ii ,-.:,iemn repeat,
Has Ioli'd the dep.ajrture oflij;ht.

'My child, let us wander alone '
When half the wide world is in bed, ;
Awd read ,-'er the mouldering stone,
'That ItIL of the mouldering dead r
And Iht u; rcnivirL..'r it well,
That we must as certainly die, .
For us too ra, t It th be U,
And in the culdi t0lit 1 e 1inist lie. .

You are not :,, hlieith ai.i _" 5 ,1
So young, fr I so at iive, id- hi igst,




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FOR INFANT MINDS. 29

That death cannot snatch you away,
Or some dreadful accident smite.
Here lie both the young and the old,
Confined in the coffin so-small,
And the earth closes over them cold,
And the grave-worm devours them all,

In vain were the beauty and bloom
That once o'er their bodies were spread,;
Now still, in the desolate tomb,
Each rgsts his inanimate head.
Their hands, once so active for t.lay,
Their lips, which so merrily sung,
Now' sr-cles anJ, m,LiohleSS lay,
And iLtiflf'Is tie chattering tl:nguie.

Then seelcnot, miny child, as the best,-
Those thiings ulhich so shortly mrinst fide -
Let piety dwell in thy breast, ..:
And all of thine actions pervade.
And then, when beneath the green sod,
this active yiing body shall lie,
Thy soul shall ascend to its Gudi,
To livte. wih the blest in the skyg. ,
$ BID,










ORIGINAL *POEMS,


MORNING.



AWAKE, little girl, it is time to arise,
Come shake Ir ' iv sleep from your eye;
The lark is loud uwarbling his notes in the skies,
And the sun is far mounted on high.


0 c,>na". l,;r the I t-Id withi g _lutv'rs overflow,
The ,leu .dro-p Is tr,-ntlinh -til,
rte ,:" ng li.-iri T-rize in the patiares below,
Andl thie tl,-p .bill ii hcard frum the hill.


0 c-vme, fr the bee has flown out of his bed.
To begin hi, da& laburi ane. ; n -
The 4p'-Jer i~ ,-i h-r 6-licate thread,
t-iclh brdliantlv ghltt'rs with dew.


10 -',,me, F)r the ant ham crepft o.it ofher cell,
H.- r d-.lly employintet I'ne. k : 4
.'he knuo- tlie true -al.hc if m.,ments to well!
To il:,ite Lti.ri, in indulcrat !I:ep








FOR IFANT MIBDS.


Awake, little sleeper, and do not despise
Of insects instruction to ask,
From your pillow with good resolutions arise,
And cheerfully go to )our lsk. : .






EVENING. '


LITTLE girl, it is time to retire to rest,
Tfe sheep are put into the fold,
The linnet forsakes us and flies to her nest,
To shelter her young from the cold.


The oI has flown out from his I.:.ndely retreat,
And screams thro' the tall bliad) tiet-s;
The nightingale takes on the hawiliirn her seat,
And sings to the renrIng bret ze.


The sun, t'on. now seems .to have fiiish'd Ihis race,
hb And sink- ,:-rc. again tlu his rest;
But th..i' %e n) lhn-mr c in see his brig-ht farce.
He k.res a .g-)ld ireak in the west








C A! C I r N. TOEMS.


Little girl, have you finiclid your daily employ,
With industry, patience, and care;
If so, lay your head on your pillow with joy,
No thorn to disturb shall be there.

The moon thro' your curtains shall cheerfully peep,
Her silver beam dance on your eyes;
And mild evening breezes shall fan you to sleep,
Till bright morning idsM you arise. s. r.








THE IDLE BOY.

TI HOM AS was an idle lad,
And oiingd about all day ;
,nd tho' hle .any a lesion had,
He minded nought but play.

le (r,1 cat'd for Iop or ball,
Or marble', hioop, and kite;
Aut as f-r lIarning, t-At -as all
Neglected by him quite.
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Ic

N ISFA;T MTNDS. ILI

In vain his mother's knd adil ice,
In vain his master's care,
lie rulloiv'dc%'ry ile ice,
SAnti learnt to curse arrd swear!

And think you, tien he greu a mam,
He pr.,speer'd in his %a.s! a .
No,-wicked courses never can 4
Bring good arnd happy days.

Without a selling in his purse, '
Or cot to' call his oin, i
PWar TtI.omii grew 1rom tal to Lworie,
And harden'd as a stae, .'. "


Andi h, it vr're.Fs me muth.p uite '
His nmitlancholy end, i'''
Then let us leave the dreadhid sigbf' .
And thoughts o' phity sgnJ.


Eut m:', ke th;s importanrt truth
OhcbErme ari ever hold,
SAll C!, s, u,,-'re idle Ai lheia' 'unth.
I ''lll .iiffer when theyv'tei.' -

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GAIGINAL PO-aKMS.


THE INDUSTRIOUS BOY.


IN a cottage, upon the heath wild,
That always was cleanly and nice,.
Lihd William a good little child,
Who minded lhis parents advice.


Tis trie he loy'd marbles and kite,
And spin.top, and nine-pins, and bail,
Buitt this I declare with delightt' ,
His book hlie Iov'd better than all.


In active and useful emplony
His youth gaily glided away;
Whide raticnal'pleasures and joy
Attecnded his steps ev'ry day.


And now let us seq him grow up,
Sill cheerrulncssdaelt in his mind,
Conteirrent yet s&weer,'d his cup,
For still he was active and kind.









OR Isrisr MINDS.

His wife forgay riches ne'er sigli'd
No princess so happy as She;
Wluhle William would sit by her side,
V ith aleutM smiling babe on IUs knee.

His .garden well loaded with store,
His cot by the side orthlbe green,
Where woodbines crept over thie door,
And jessamines peep'd in between.

These fill'd him with hLonest delight, \
Andi rwardJed him t-eH'fir his toil;
He vernt to bed cheerful at night, .
t

Anid unoke in the morn with a' tnile.

Nor knew he the feelings or dread,
When nfirmityv brought him to die:
While his grandchildren knelt roumlt L*s bed,
And hi; dultilul -ns clos'd his eye4


Then may I diligent be,
And as aclive as ever I can,
Tihat I niai, be happy and rire.',1
Like h.m when I grow u0 a [a,. n.


4.-,




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*RFI GI? A I. POEB~a.



THE LITTLE FISRERMAIN.


a cott. wa a little fi.llow once,
rhat al larry q&as I.s name,
d W;I %' a nAughty trick had he ;-
Who r i to his hlamre.


nled nrut his rriied advice, i
St 1 IlIt '.j h1i- own t.sbes;
No ?le mf,;t aWL trick frIhis "
t, -,- catclhing fi-hes.
;s Flihe" ,'ad a l0e iMirnd,
Where 'it I..V rrn u-t,
id this r'1't aiumnian sport,
tie nl4ii1 al a -irig -p ont.

Sday he took hI ,,,iok and bait,
indhuiTirrie to tdeI ,d)
l.r,.r. ibe::iri the 'r e Ip. ,
f hifli 1 Tl.as so fiihd.


I!



/









FOR IIWANT AINU,,


And many a littl#fish be c.agugt,
And pleased was he tA lok *,
To see them writhe in agon3l ,
And struggle on the hook.


At last when haring caught enougli,
And tired thi himself,
He hasten'd home, intending there
To put them on a shEll.


But as hejnmp'di to reach a dlislt
To put his lihes in,
A sharp mcat-liook, that hmg cloie bv,
Didi catch him by the chin.


Poor Harry kicked, and called aloud
And scream'J, snoi cry'd and rnMa'd,
While from his wound the cnnmaon blood
In dreadful torrent pour'd.


7 h mau-iL crime runnin-. f-igfhfen'd.,mUch
To see h;m hanging there,
An s',.,n lhno took tm Irrom the hook,
Ari d sit h1m in a chair. :,









ORIGINAL POEMS,


The si-gci.n came and stopped the blriod,
And up he bound his head ;
And then they carry'd him up stairs,
And laid him on his bed.


*on itoiri darecil on his mind,
As groaning' there he lay;
Me with remorse and horror thought
Upon his cruel play.

"And oh,"said he, poor little fish,
What tortures they have borne;
While I well pleased have stood to see
Their tender bodies torn!

o 0 uhat a \ ickedi b.oy I've been,
Such tonrjcnts to bestow; .
WVell ileserve the pain Ifeel,
Since I could serve them so: -"*


SBin now I1 know how great thie smart,
lien terrible the pain!
A ; I,,ri as 1'canfedl myself '
I'll never fish agin. .




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FOR INFAST MiwpS.




OLD AGE. '-



WHO is this that comes tott'rn_ al oing '
His footsteps are feeble arnd _low,
His beard is grown curling ant] I.ii; ,
And his head is tuirn'd whte a6 tie -;n, A


His dim eye is sunk in his bead,
And wrinkles deep furrow hli bruv.
Animation and vigour are fled,
And yield to infirmity now.


Little stranger, his nme k old age,
His journey will .honFly he o'er,
He soon will leave lii'-,i htir sl*e,
To be torn by affl;lctirn no more. .


Little .itrang-er, thom' heaithy aid istron,
You no v all idiveriv' brane,
Like lirM von mnust totter ere long, '
L'ke Lim 'ou mnr.t s~nk to the grave









40 ORTIOIAL 1'OEMS,

Those limbs that so actively play,
That face, beaming pleasure and mirth,
Like his must drop into decay,
And moulder away in the earth.


The n ere-that dark season of night,
When youth and its energies cease,
0 follow, with zeal and delight,
Those paths that are pleasure and peace


So triumph and hope shall be nigh,
When failing and fainting your breath;
'Twill light a bright spark in your eye,
As it closes forever in death. j. -



THIE APPLE TREE.

OLD John had an apple tree, healthy a]nd gr'el,
Which bore the best codlins that ever were seen,
So juicy, 4 miellow and red
And % hen they were ripe, a3s old Johrnny u as poor,
Hle sold them to, children tlatl as.'d by h> door.
To buy lim a imors-el o brc-ad].









FORf INFANT MIND$. 1 4:

Little Dick'Ls next neighbour, one often might see,
With longing eye viewing this nice apple tree, '
And wishing a codlin would fall;
One day, as he stoodin the heat of the sun,
He began thinking whether he might not take one,
And then he look'd over the wall.


And as he again cast his eye on the tree,
He said to himself, 0, how nice they would be;
So cool and re Fre r,iing to-day!
The tree Ls so full, and I'd only take one,
And old John won't see, for he is not at home,
And nobody is in the way."


Bu( stop, lIttle boy, take your hand from the bongh,
Remember, tho" old John can't see you ju.t now,
And no one to chide yo, iq niglh,
There is 0Ox, >Iho hy nighI just as well as by /by,
Can see all you do, anl can hear all you say,
From his glurious throne in the sky.


Oh',4 httle hi.,', ccmer aLnay rrnm the tree,
Conth nt por ioar%.. ,r thiirsli to be,
Or any hIbing raUier than steal
D










ORIGINAL POES,


Fsr the Great God, who even thWo' darkness can
look,
Writes down ev'ry crime we commit in his book,
However we think to conceal. J. T.




THE DISAPPOINTMENT.
/

Is! tears to her mother poor Harriot came,

Let 11s liten M t hear what she says :
44
"Oh see, dear mamma,- it is pouring with rain,
We caI1no0 go cO.it Ti the chaise.


" All the %, ck have I Iong'd for the journey, k.L
kn, ,\i
A ld Lqncy'd tihe minutes were hours,
And no' tiat nA i dr>-3.'.l and all ready to go,
0 s;e, dL!r iarrnni, how it pours."


rm sorry, my d- ar. hr good mtnl.ei rc, )'d,
Th.r rion won't ji,:rtiLn- to to,
Arn] 'iT sorry It, st, I r wrle cke ,i'a ride,
That you cn and dJsLress 5tw-eli 0C.








FOR INFANT MINDS.


These i;ght dt;arpp i"'mt-:i, and crosses you hate,
Are sent you your mind to prepare;
That you may with courage and fortitude wait
More serious distresses to hear.
I
Oh think not, my child, as you grow up in life,
That pleasures unceasir, g a ill [!, ;
Disappointment, and trouble, and sorrow, and strife,
Will follow wherever you go.


Tho' now the bright prospect seems opening fa;r,
"- And hope paints a scene ordctght,
Too soon you will see it all vanish in air,
And leave .ou to darkness and n;;ht.
4
Ah then, my dear gl, when those snrrow.-s appear,
And troubles flow in like a lide,
You'll wonder that ever you % asted a tear
On merely the loss of a ride.


But tho' this world's prlea-Lrcs are fading and va;n,
Religion i; liasling and true;
-d
Real pleasiiue and joy n her paths you may gain,
Nor v ill dis&*puintment ensue. .; Y.
2, "









OBIGINAS POEMS,


THE SHEPHERD BOY.


UPON a mountain's grassy side
Where many a tall fir grew,
Young Colin wandered with his flocks,
Aud many a hardship knew.


No downy pilgw for his Aead,
No sliter'd home had he,'
The green grass was his only bed,
Beinath some .had) tree. .


Dry bread, and waier r',,m the spring,
C.'rnps'.d his temp'rate fare ;
Yet C.lti ate "ihli thiankruiA heart,
.Jor relt a murmur thEre.


A cheerful snile upio.n lhii fjce
Was ever seer. t plai,
He env;'d not the rich /oi great,
More happy, i'r than they.




-"---w-' --U- rr"yr'


YOUK INrANT U1:;ND. 45

While neathh some spreading shade he sat,
Beside his fleecy flocks,
His soft pipe warbled thiro' the ,ood,o
And echoed from the rocks.


An ancient castle on the pLain,
In 'ileint grandew- stood,
And there the young lord Henry dwelt;
The proud, but not the good.


And oft he wandered o'er the plain,
Or on the mrtuntain's side,
And with surprise and envy too
The humble Qlin ey'd.
4P

' And why," said he," am I deny'd
That cheerfulness and joy,
That ever smiles upon the race
Of this poor shepherd boy?


Nor titles, honours, or estates,
-Or 'wealih, orpow'r has he;
Aid yet, tho' destitute and poor,
He seemdinmiore blest than me."'
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OIGI AL POEMS,


For this lord Henry did not know,
That pleasure ne'er is found,
Where angry passions reign and rule,
And evil deeds abound.

Colin, tho' poor, was humble too,
Benevolent and kind :
While passion, anger, rage, and pride,
Disturb'dlord Henry's mind.

Thus Colin, tho' a shepherd boy,
Was ever glad and gay; ,
And Henry, tho' a noble lord,
To discontent a prey. j. T.

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i lIE REIN.

AVAT, preiLty R,.-bm, fP. hI, i, e to 'riLr nei,
T ,, ,1.,.-.* <,.u m y cil.-.r i I .i II J. i i ,' ,e L,,-t,
-1 !> ,I ,\. l i.- ,I S .n1 1 .d ijri brl -', :
t" .!< .... .ir'Mir i r fe:,t rs so se ."
'"'"., . 1 / .: -l ,rr l t~ * p i. i 'l, i

.'.j~d .1 ..,:" bL' i-ta ,? iall C,.l-..,-jr d BAi red








SORaf INrANT MI!irD-. 47

But then wouldd hb crul to keep vyou, I know,
So stretch ust your % ii,-s litle Robin, and go,
Fly home to yojr oun ',,nlies again;
Go, listen again to the notes Ur ouLr n-mate,
And enjoy the green shale in )otur l.-ncly retreat,
Secure from the Aind and thle ranm.


But when the lea,.-es fll, and the imnt-er winds blow,
And the green fiell, .tre corer'd all overwith snow,
And the clouds in % white rt-.thers descend ;
When the sprirgi are all ice, and the rnulets freeze,
And the lone shinring icicles drop frrm the trees,
Then, Robin. reirember sour friend.


When Aith cold and a-ith hunger qiiite perish'd and
we ak ,
wcv."k,
Come tap at my indluw again miih %our beak,
" And gladly I'll I.-t m1 come in;
You shall fly to m. bosi.m, or p-mrh'on my thumbs,
Or li-p r .un.J the tihle and p'rkkspp the .rwsB.
tier b: hungry) again. . ,
.. K.








ORIGINAL POEMS,


JAME3 AND THE SHOULDER OF

MUTTON.


YOUNG Jem at noon returned from school,
As hungry as could be,
He cry'd to Sue the servant maid,
My diliner give to me.


Said Sue, it is not yet come hope,
Besides it is not late:-
No matter that, cries little Jem,
I do not like to wait.


Quick to the baker's Jemmy went,
And ask'd, is diroc r dne '
' It is,' reply'd the baker's man.-
Then home I'll ilh it run."


' Nay, sir,' repl)'d he, prudently,
'I tell you 'tis too hot" -...
SAnd 'rnuch tco heavy 'tis for you.'-
"I tell you it is not."









Ej'{ ir~f'.s 'SIfNUS 9

" P im,. rr, jinT,., air,_ ,.'lIi gon r'ul.,
\ R I, J.iiiNt PlI.-i ; l

S,, v' t n r*,-It i all mrirle,
A ,iJ] biker, Ii.1 .1 ir t'.' 'l IC


" A !i :r ti' I ,'imuton nie' ". .
An I hath:r.-puidl.hng tot; i "I
I'm gl.li 0f Li.I1, ir i si '.'I : ,
Hi v i .ll0 .\ r i, -,.r Site


.rv nc'r I.,. d.',r ..,u zr jem u-as come,
He r'o i-l hi e Ci Ui"r turn'.l
Bil. 0., S.'J .Lt. .1ilu0':k.; clince :
The dili Ins fingers burn'd. J I
., .;,.
Low in the kennel down lell d.hi "',
And down fell all thi? meat;
S ii ki enct the pudildng in the stream, ", """
And, .uled doan their street. 'f"


Tbd Iple luplil'.l, and rude boys grind, :
A.t W on's hapless ral ; .'
But ,bl(a!am'id ycu..., Jeminmy'crd-'
"Beltter lose part than all."' :'


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ORIGINAL POEMS,

The shoulder by the knuckle seiz'd,
His hands both grasped it fast,
And, ikaf to all their gibes and cries,
SIe v. iI'd his house at last.


I Implit;en:e vis a fault," says Jem,
'* The baker said too true:
In future I will patient be, .
And mind what says our Sue."
ADELAIde.







FALSE ALARMS.

LITTLE Mar one day most l.)udly diJ call-
Mamma 0 maurnm, pray come here !
A Fall I hIve lihal-Oh, a very sad fall."
MlAima r.an in haste and in rear;
Then Mary jump'di up, and slihe laugb'd in 4iait. glee
And cry'd I* Why, bow f.st you can ".
No harm has beldall'n, I assure you, to me, "
My screaming \vs onl) in run.


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TOR N"rA:i1 WINDS. 51

Tier mother wasbu-v at work the next day,
She heard from v it'hout a loud cry ; 'i
" The big dog has g)t me' 0 help me!' 0 prM !
He tears me-he bites me-I die '"
Mamma, all in terror, quick to thle cturt flea,
And there Attle Mtar- -;he rournd:
Who, laughing, said -1 Mdarr., pra) hcw do you do!
And court'sy'd quite dm&t' toI thie irourd. ,


That night little Mary", % hen long g.np to bed,
Shrill cries, and loud shr'rkking, nere heard
I'm on fire, 0 mamma come up or I'm ,lrad '."
%lamnni. sdiebelies'd not a word. .
Sleep, %let p, raugh'y chiCild, ,e c:,U'd out I'rom beko,
Il-w olt r have I been decen'd!
Y.o&'re telling a story yolu cl% ..ll know
Go to sleep, for y.u cai't be h-elei'd.


Yt still ti chill crcm-'d-rd w the hburuse 5i'd with
s.ioke,

T" re is bjive J.ne declsares,
Alai'q ar,'is uijrd thie.k s -jn tund mtere nojol,.,
When es'ry ,ne hastened up atair.. A







4;
%WX, All burnt and aHsnnm'dis her r.nce preiu Iice,
And terrbi% mark'd are her arms,
Her 'eatures all scar'd. leave a lamrti diiscrace,
For ghii'..; nimamma rale alairis
A uCvI.. I Dr





i HE CHILD'S MONITOR


HE wind blows c'o 6n tlr' lsrgest tr,e.
nd %et ttec uird I ciAtriot see -
a. mates Car off, 111 il hve been kiid,
\tl-','- ht can br,',. I.-(,'re imy mind,
ie |.' t L3 it k pr.-cent briig.t,.
nd .I et I cannot sie m. t,. 0i1t.


je charming r.,-e p'rfirie lIhe air, .
*t I can cee n. i prnrns lit re.
ythe R,,bir,' rn.es-l-,> sve .t, 11-1. cle-ir I
oam his s-rriil 1i l iey ri .1i.h m3 c*r :
Md [ib !. i ., .,i ie .dr tli,-.r f :', .: '
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roc INFANT MigNIa."

When I would do what is forbid,
By sunK.thing in my heart I'm chid d; ..
When gouid I think, then quick and pat,,
'That something says, My child do that."
When I too near the stream would go,
So pleased to see the waters Bow,
That something says, u without a sounn,
Take care, dear child, you msy be drown'd,"
And for the poor whene'er I grievre,
That something says, A penny give."

Thus Spirils godt and ill there be,
Altho' niii;ble to me;
.Vbate'er I do, the, see me stiU,
But 0, goud Spirits guide my will!

ADELAIDE

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THE BUTTERFLY.

r :altli-fl), an idle thing,
Nor .tey makes, nor yet can singer,
.Lik i) tiJ.e hb c and bird ;








34 O6teIenAU POXVWK,

Nor does it, like thl e prudent ant, b
LAy up the grain f,;r times of Want,
A wise and cautious hoard. :

My youth is but a summer's day,
Then, like the bee and ant, I'll lay
A store of learning by;,
And t], o' fi.m flower to flow'r I rove,
My stock of wisdom I'll improve,
Nor be a Butterfly.
ADZLAID9.



THE BOYS AkND ThIE A PPLE TREE

As Billy and Tommy were walking one day,
They came by a fine or:chird s;.le;
Ti,' ",1 rather eat apples than spell, read, or play,
And Tommy to Billy then cr)'d ;

Oh Brother, .lr~k see! hliat fine clusters hang
there,
IIl jump and climb river tlr- wall ; ,
I \:ill have an 11ple i I ill have a pear,
.Or else itsh.i! chst i, e a 1,!









FOR INFANT MuL. .

Said Billy to Tommy, to steal is a sin, ,
Mamma hILa, of told this to thee ; .
I ne'er yet stole, nor now will begin;
So red apples hang on the tree.

You are a good boy, as you ever have been,
Said Tommy, let's walk on my lad;
We'll call on our school-rellow, little Bub Green,
And to see us I .know he'llbe Hlad.

They came to a house, and they rang at the gat c,
And ask'd- "Pray is Bobby at home P"
SBLt Bobby's good m:anncrs cdi not let them wait ;
He out or the parlour did come.

Bub smi'd and he laughli'J, and he caperd U.t iL j',,'.
"is little companions tu rew.-
We call'il in to see you, s.d each little bw.,
Said Bobby,-Il'm glad t'see you

Come walk in our garden, so large and so line;
YnIu shall, for Liy l'atl er gives leave;
AndMIore, he insists that youll sLay here to line
A rare jolly day we shall have'








Jn ORIGI:CAL POEM,I

Bld.ithen in the garden they f.;und 'twas the same
.ffes a..v a4 they walk'd in the road;
And near the high wall, when these Uttle boys came,
They suLted, as if from a toad.


That large ring ofirbh, whiih lies on the gniund,
With terrible teeth like a saw,
Saidl Bobby, thb guard of our garden is f und .
It keeps wicked robbers in a.we.


The warning without, if they should set at noughit,
This trap tears their legs-0 so sad t
Said Billy to Tommy, sO you'd have been caught,
A narrow escape you have had.


Cry'd Tommy, I'll mind what my good mamma sa _a
SAnd take tle advice of' a fiend
I never will steal to the cad o1' m& )iJs,
I've been a bad boy, but I'll mernd.
ADELAIDEE.

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'Pfl I1ANT MZrpS.


THE WOODEN DOLL AND THE
WAX DOLL.

T HERE were two friends, a charming little pair!
Brunette the brown, and Blanchidine the fair
This cLild to lore Brunette Oid still incline,
And much Brunette lov'd sweet Blanchidine.
Brunette in dress was neat yet wond'rouS plaift,
But Blanchidine of finery was vain.


Nowm Blanchidine a new acquaintance made,
A little miis, most splendidly array'd :
Feathers and laces beauteous to behold,
And India frock, with spots of shining Zold.-
Said Blanchidine, a miss so richly dress'd.
Mlost sure deserves by all to be caress'd;
To play with roe if she will condescend,
Henrerr.yard she shall be my only friend,
For this new miss, so dressed and so adorned,
Her poor Bruniette was 'lighted, left, and scorrr'd


Or BlaniclihitIin's vast stock of pretty to)),
A woo'cn D0,l her e'rn thought employs;
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If' neck so it white, so smooth, it- cheeks so red.
She'd kCs, she'd bug. she'd take iL to her bed.
Mammr.i now brought her homine a Doll of wax,
Its bair in rriglets ulhite and .ort as flax-
ILts eyc co'idl open, and its ec- c.-iilrl shut,
And on i a u ith much taste its clothes were put,
My lear wax d.ll, sweet BlInclhi.ine would cry;
Her dollof wood was thrvin neglected by.
One summer's day 'twas in the month of June,
.TIe sin bla.i'd out in all the heat of noon :
M axenI dill, sihe cry'd mydear! my charm! ..
V'ii '- I q'hte cld, but you shall soori be warm
SShe plaC'd at in the suni-misfortune dire!
The w'ax ran dc.,n as ifbefore the fire!
Each beauteous lrikire quickly disappeared,
And melting left a blank all soii'd and smear'se.
She sja.'d, she screanm'd with h,,rr,.,r and dismal .
You odious fralit, she then Aas bearJ to sa) -
F.r you my -illy heart I hare estranged,
Fr.aii m% siteet '. ooJn Jnst o m Y change my ii--a acquajitanr.ce fine,
Fir u hoi I left Brunette, thmt fiend 01' mmoe.
No m-r. b% ourside -hew will I be lur'd,
C7t'sucl capricious himns I ;iink I'w[ cu''t!









YO, INfAN1 Mill):.


To pl.in old frnet4 joy heart shall still be true,
Nor change frq ev'ryface because 'tis new.
Her sighted wooden doll resum'd its charmns,
And wronged Brunettc she csp,'dl wiftin her arms.
ADELAII)L.




rl"E REDBREASI.

The Thru-li sing& nobly on the tree,
n strength of voice excelling me,
WhiLt leaves andti fruits are rn.
Thini. hjow poorr Robin sings I.r you,
Whlien nature' beauties bad 4diueu,
And le.tvs and fruits are gnne.
Ah, then to me some crumb-' or bread 0 fling
And lthro' the year my grateliil thanks niu sig.

VWlien ttinrter' % inld i blowt' loud and rude,
And birds eGrt ir sullen mood,
And sn.it make \%h;te the gr.:i und
I sing, your dripii-ng hearts to charm,
And sure that roi'll not do me harm,
I hop .%o'ur window riun1..









is OBIGI.\\. POcK:,

Ah, then, to me some crumbs of bread 0 flingt
And thro' the year my grateFul thakms rU sing.

Sincc- friends, iln you I put my trust,-
As you enjoy you should be just,
And l)r your music pi ;1
And %hen I find a traveller dead,
My bill i ith leaves the corpse shall spread,
And sing his passing lay.
Ah, then, to me some crumbs or bread 0 fling!
And Lthro' the year my grateful thanks I'll sing.
ADELAIDr.






IDLE QICKY AND THE GOAT.

.JOHN Brown is a man without houses or lands,
Himself he supports by the work of his hands;
Ie brings home his u agct each Saturday night,
o his wife and his children a very g.od sight.

His eldest boy, Dicky, on errands when 4ert, '
*o I.)ter and ch2tirr ?.as rery much benti


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liiuC- iCr&!;i -iT'rns. 6
i he ner ;.oours at raid him an odld little trout,
His siv-s theb4 vre t oke, aild Ins toes they
p,,ep'd


To see such old shoes all their sorro i 5 were r
J,,.n B.wn hi" nmuchi griev'd, and s.', ddl lis iffe,
Hle kiss'd his bjv D. ;..y and stroaxk'd his iite head,
You shall have a new pair my dear bfy, he then aiId,
1've here tw-cly shilling-", and money has wings ;
Go first get thLi note cl irig'd, I wan other thing'.

Niow here comes the michiJcF,-Ihis Dicky would
stop
At an ill.li)kirg, me'n-.li.)king, green grocer's shop.
For here liv'd a chatit>rinm (Inc:e or i tiny;
"1I prate sili the's urchi .;'vc D .k) greatjoy. "


And now, in Ihis b..,usng., liq shews him is nowi,
And now, L the pgEre-a.st-ll up nparlics a gnatL
They laiigh'-J, fir it %a i a oii young Ninn--y-goat'
war.
WithI Ihrose who pas/'d by her to ga nbiA andi play.
All three they went o. ;in tieir fruilickLunie bouts,
Till Dick drnpt? the n,,te on a bunch of green sprout'









ow ORIGINAL POLEEUL-, J

Now Ut4t n-as Dick's wonder to qee the vile gat,
In munching die green sprouts, eaip Is.. 4ik nRile
Hle en min ran back to John Brown 1.0tspie neuE,
By I to idle he lot Wi new hries.

VEL LA ,E





THE NIGHTINGALE.

THY plnintire notes, sweet Philomel,
All other melodies excel
Deep in the grove retired,
Thou seem'st thvsell"r And song to hide,
Nor dost thou boa.it, or plume ithb pride,
Nur nish to be admir'd.

So, if endu'd with pow" and grace,
And with that pow'r my will keep pace,
To act a generous part ;,
Ilcnce-paltry, ostentatiorns show !
Nor let my lib'ral action know,
k witness but niy heait.
A DI: L Al ICE.








rOF ITNrA'.T HINDF.


NEVER PLAY WITH TIRE

My pray'rs I said, I went to bed,
And soon I fell asleep;
But soon I woke, my sleep was broke,
I throw' my curtains peep.


I head a noise of men and boys, .j
The watchman's rattle too;
And Efre they cry-and then cry'd I,
Oh dear, what shall do.


A shout b-) loud came from the crowd,
Around, abo:'e, below-
And in the street the neigbbours meet,
Who would the matter know.


Now dom n the stairs run threes and pa sir
Enough to break their bones,
rhe Cire-men swear, thle e*gines tear;:.
And thunder o'er the stones.








EktIGINA.L rOEM.'!"

The roor--d u all, and stair aMid all,
And rafters tumble in,
led flames awad blaze now all amaze,
And make a drearluW din

.nd horrid screams, when b.rcks and beams
Came tunmblipng on thebr beads ;
A.nd some are bmaslh'd, and some are dash'd;
Some leap on Ft lier t- eds.

jome bnirn,wn..e choke, with lire and smoke i
Ar.d oh, what as the cause?
1y leart's d;sma'd, last night 1 ia""'d
Withli Tim)'n, lighting strawri 1

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THE LARK.

R OM lin humble gas-:v bed,
S,- the % arbl. g Lrk arisc!
1 Ias grrtelful wishes led,
.:' II, -.: -e','ns oF :LEc -e-




C




r u[: PTFA;T "'I N,. 1j

Songs or thanks and prai-e he pours,
Harnonizirg airy space,
Sings, :,nd mounts, and higher soars,
T'wards the throne of heavenly gracr.


Small his gifts compasl to mine,
Poor my thanks with his cmp" ....
I've a smoul almost dinine;- .
Angels' blessings with me shared.


'Wlake in soul to praise aspire,
Rea-on, every sense accord,
Jain in pure seraphic fire,
Love; and thank, and praise the Lnrd'
ADELAI Dr.


-~ u^,:+*, ovs. :,

'iHE TRUANT BOYS.

'rTilE month was .Apri, and tie morning cool,
\::.,n FiHland Ned, ;
i-, i-lk t ,g;thcr to [lie reighbouring school.
It _c -vr.r Ir.,mn thrir l.ed









660 ORIGInAL DOELWM;,

When reach'd the school, Hal saiJ," VWhy cor,
your task, -
Demure and prim !
Ere we go in, let me one question ask:
Ned, shall we go and swim ?"

Fearless of future punishment or blame,
Away they Lied;
Shro' mny verdant fields, until they came

Urnto tile t, r side.

Thie broad stream narrow'd in its onward course,
A And deep and still,
It silent ran, ind et with rapid furce,
To turn a neighb'ring mill


Under the mill an arch gap'd wide, and 6cem'd
The jaws of death!
Thro' this the smooth deceitful waters teem'd
On dreadful wheels beneath.

Thay swim the river mide, nor think nor care.
The waters Bow;
And by the current strong they carried are -,
Into the mill stream nvw'.




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rOR. IN'FAT tiisrS. F7

T'iro' the s. ift water,, as young Ned %as ruli'd,
The gulf 'nhen mear,
On a kind brier by chance he laid fast hold,
And stopped his dread career.

But luckless Hal was by the mill-wheel torn,
A warring sad I
And the untim-ely death, all friend! now mourn,
Of Ithis poor truant lad '
ADLLAI&t.- *"-


.- 4:. 1


GEORGE AND THE CHIM.NEY-
SWEEPER.


1 IS petticoats now George cast off,.
F ir he was Iflur years old;
His t',., ers uere nankeen so fine, : "
His b',,ttors bright as gold.- -
May ,"saJ little George, "go out L
My prctl.t clithe tr> shea
NA) I, papa. may I, mama! '
Thc; answer svas-" No, no.









U1IGI\ AL rozMsu


Go run below, Georee, in the court,
But go nut in 1-the Lreet,
Lest naughLi boys should play some trick,
Or gypmu. .\ou should meet ,
Yet4 tho' forbad, George went unseen,
The little boys to see,
And all admired him when lie lisp'd-
i Now, who so rine as me ?"


But whilst lie strutted to and fro,
So proud, as I've heard tell,
A swet-p.br.y pasb'd, ihom to avoid
He slipp'l and down lihe fell.
The ,oot' lad was kind and good, -.
Tu Gei.rgy by heraly- '"
lie rais'd him uip, and kising said,
Hush, huli, mny little man .


lie ribb'd andl ip'd hiq clolhes ith c'e, "a
Arid hugging .ad, don't cry :.
. Go hi '.rme, as qick as you can go .
V.
S ee little boy, good bye."
Poor George luoi'd down, and In Iis dress
\Vas blacker than before; ... ,







FOR INFANTMINDS. 69

AU over soot, and mud, and dirt,
He reached his father's door.

I-le sobb'd, and .and .pt and IookM asham',
His fault he did not hide;
And since so sorry for his fault,
Mamma she did not hlde. '
That night when he wasgotne to bed,
He jmp'd up in his Sies
And cry'd, and sobb'd, and cry'd again,
"I thought I saw the sweep '", '
-* 'A'DElA!liE. '




SOPHIA'S FOOL'S-CAP. .

SO'PHIA was a little clild,
Obig',-. good. and veiy mirl,
Yet, 1.'t of dress she should be vain,
Mamma still dressed her well hut plain.-
Her parents, sensible and kind,
WVish'd only to adorn her mind;
No other dress, when good, haid she,
Btit u-tful, neat s;mir'ldcty.




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70 OigtfITAL POESi,

Tho' seldom, yet when she was rude,
Or ever in a naughty mood,
Her punishment was Lhis dis-race, :
A large fine cap adorned with lace,
Wilh featht rs and with ribl)nax too;
The work was neat, the fashion iew !
Yet as a fool's-cap was itf name,
She dreaded much to wear the same. .

A lady, fashionably gay,
Did to mamma a visit pay.
Sophia star'd, then whispering said,
c Why, dear m sima, n 0 lookit 'her head!
To be s& tall and wicked too,
The -trang-eest. thing I ever knew;
What naughtn tricks, pray,li has she done, .
That tln-y have put that fools-cap on ."
ADSl.AK IL E







rOR? ZZIIAN'S' uaS


WASHING ANl DRESSING.

AH! why will my dear little girl be so cro.s. ,
And cry, and look sulLky and pout?
To lose her sweet smile is a terrible loss,
I can't even kiss her without.

You say you don't like to be wash'd and be rest,
But would you be dirty and foul?
Come, drive that long sob from your dear little
breast,
And clear your street face from its scowl.

Iirthe ater i- cold, and the comb hurts your bcad,
And the soap has got into your e,
Will the water grow warmer li.,r Il that
said
And what good Bilf it d. you to cry?

It is notto tcaze you, and hirt you, my sweet,
But onti f.,r kmdnesk and care, '
That I wash }.;,u and dres you, and make you
And coemb out your tanglesome hair..
And comb out your tanglesome bair,*.*'"




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2 ORIGSNAL POEMS,

I don't mind the trouble, if you would not cry,
But pay me for all with a kiss; 7
Tnatis rigbt,-take the towel and wipe your wet eye,
I thought you'd be good afier tli,.









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THE PLUM CAKE.

Oh l're grot a plum cake, and a rare feast L1B


I'll t'andl I'll stuff, and I'll cram
Morning, noontime, and night, it shall be my
delghlt;-
What a happy youngP allow I am." :
Thus said little Geprge, and beginning to gorge,
,V;th zeal to his cake he apply'd:;
While fingers and thumbs, for the sweatmeats and
plums, ,, .
Were hunting and digging beside.-








Toa ImFAxr 2XIM5). 73

But .oefuil to tell, a misfortune betil, ,
Wh'cli ruri'd th.S capital fun ; ,
After eafing his fi, he was taken so il,
That he trembled for liat he had done.

As he grew worse, and wgrse, the doctor and nurse,'
To cure his disorder were sent .
And rightly, you'll think, he had physic to diiV,
Which made him his rully repent.


And while on his bed he roll'd his hot head,
Impatient with sickness and pain ,
He could not but Lake this reprfof ir.Lm hiscake, "'
Don't be &uch a glutton agiin." A. ik.





ANOTHER PLUM CAKE..

a OH I've )t a plum cake, and a Iea.Al ht us
make, '
Come school-fellows, come at my call;
I sure you 'tis nice, and we'll each have a slice,
Here's more than enough for us all.









ORIGTNA PCIE i,


1 IILIs said little Jack, as Ie ga-e it a smack,
A. sharpcji'il i i knire lfor lthe job !
While round him a troop, f.3rm'J a clamorous


And hailed him the king of the mob.

rWithi masterly airengtib be cut thro' it at lengli.
And ive to each playmate a share ;
Dick. William, iiid James, and many more names,
PirtooL IL Leneolerit care.


And when it was dune, and they'd Finish'd their fun,
To marbles or hoop they went back,
And each litilr b,-y k t it always a joy,
To do a good turn for good Jack.


In hli' task and his book, his best pleasures he took,
And as he thus wisely began,
Since he's been a mani group rn., he hLa cmntantly
show n, I
That a g.oil boy 1 iL make a good man. ;
i i'.j *'.** .: .-*i-..' ~" '*' .' A yIs.









rOt INFANT MIrlL. 7







FOR A NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL.


'Sy sweet little girl 'siild be cheerful and im;ld,
And should rijt be I'retful anild.cr !
Oh, why is this passion renerrmembr, my cli;hd, .
God sees you, who lives in the sky.

That dear little face, u l.icb I like so to kiss,
How fru.-h_1FUl and sa-l it appears!
Do you ihink I cma love iru. so nhaiighty a tbis.
O1- kiss you all reited v. ili tears ?

Reraemnher, tl(i God is in heaven my lOve,
He sees you, within and without,
And always looks down from his glory ah-e.,
To notice what 'ou ire about.

If I am not with you, or if it be- dark,
And n,.bo4tl' i In t ll. ay, I
i1l. eye is :s able '., ir d,-,ng- to mu'k,
In the night as it is in the day.









ORIGCTINAL POE's,

ien dry ispyour tears, and look smiling agsin.
Aid never do things that are wrong,
r I'm sure you must feel it a terrible pain.
To be naughty, and crying so long.

e'll pray then that God may your passion forgive,
AnJ teach you from evil to flj;
td then you'lll be happy as long as you live,
And happy whenever you dlie. AN'.






HONEST OLD TRAY.

I! don't hurt the dog, poor honest old Tray,
hat good w-il it dQ you to drive him an ay '
Kind usagec is justly hiis right
member how Faithrul he is to his charge,
id barks at the rogues when we set him at large
And guards us by day and by night.

1o' you, by and by, will grow up to a man,
id Tray is a dog, let him grow as he tap,
Renmcfiber, my good little lad.


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roR -ISFA4NT XMsos r~

A dog that is honest, and faitliful, and mild, "
Is not only better than is a bad child,
But better than men that are bad.

If you are a boy, and Tray is but a beast,
I think it should teach you one lesion at least,
You ought to act better than he;
And if without reason, orjudgment, or sense,
Tray does as wre bid him, and gives no office,
How diligent Richard should be!

If I do but ,ust whistle, as often you've seen,
Hie seems to say." Master, what is ityoua mean
My courage and duty are tried."
And see when I throw my hat'over the pale,
He letches it back, and comes wagging hWs tail,
Aud lays it down close b3 my side.

Then honest old Tray, let him sleep at his ease,
While you. from him learn to endeavour to plesd

And i.bey me with pint and joy ,J
Or else we shall Find (h at wold gr;eve me to'snj)
'Tinht Richard's no better thian honest old Tra4
Anl a brute has more sense than) a boy!
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OIGIN&JAL POtL 0 ,


TO A LITTLE GIRL THAT HAS TOLD
A LIE.

LND has my darling told lie' !
)id she forgettfiat God was b)e
"hatGod who saw the thing she did,
'"a'n% hnm no a'rtin can be id ;
)- ,nd hear, wherever she minught be
S

Je mude 3our eyies and can diacerti,
V ti'li tir r. ar yo -:I^ 01lthieRp to La m ; t'rn
le made ydnr ear-. and ie can heal-,
Vhen ou thinb, n.-bodt is near ; .
a every place, Iy night or day,
Ie watches all you do and sap.


'"ii Ma. be.r l' se"' you uer- alone,.
,, gJi n-h i,.' tlr er c uild be known, -
iat bars alwau., %re Found rc ut,
%r 'e >.n e tL.e. % ind about;

,.,d ti .a ,- fi.'f ir i, n.y de ar,
'o tell a lie,-for God c an hear









FOR INFANT MINDS.

I vi sh my dear, you'd always try,
To act as shall not aeed a lie;
And vl er, you wish a thing to do,
That has been once lbrbid'en h vu,
Remember that, no)r ever dare
To disobey-for God is there!


WVhy should you fear to tell me true
Confess, and then I'll pardon you i
Tell me you're sorry, and %ill try
To act the better by and by,
And then, whatever your crime has been,
It win't be half ;-o great a sin.


But cheerful, innocent, and gaY.
As passes by the smiling day,
You'll neier have to turn aside,
From any one }our rjiults i.) hide :
Nor heave a siq-h, nor hale a fear,
That either God, or I shotiid hear.


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0( OIG 1 AL POEM ,


THE TWO GARDENS.

VHEN Harry and -Dick had been striving to please,
Their father (to whom it was known)
lade two little gardens and stock'd themn with
trees,
And gaye one to each for his ovm.


arry thank'd his papa, and with rake, hoe, and
spade,,
Directly began his employ :
knd soon such a neat little garden was made,
That he panted with labour and joy.


here was always some bed or some border to gnend,
Or something to tie or to stick
Vnd Harry rose early his garden to tend,
WVhile snoring lay indolent Dick.


'lie tulip the rose and the ly so while,
United their beautiifil bloom
\nd often the honey-bee stopped from his sight,
To sip the delicious perfume.









roR ITFAIT uTati 81

A neat row of peas in full blossom were seen,
French beans were beginning to sloot;
And his goose berries and currants, though yet they
were green,
SForetold him a plenty of fruit.


But Richard lov'd better in bed to repose,
And snug as he curl'd himself round,
Forgot that no tulip, nor lily, nor rose,
Nor plant 'a his garden was found.


J Rank weeds and tall nettles difigur'd his beds,
Nor c',bbage nor lettuce were seen,
The slug and the snail shew'd their mischievous
heads,
Aid eat ev'r3 leaf that was green.


Thus Richard the idle, ,ho shrunk from the col,
Beheld his trees naked and bare;
Whilst Harry the active, was charm'd to behold,
bhe fruit of his patience and care.


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0I(?h+AL POEMS,


MY MOTHER-




ho fed me from her gentle breast,
id hushed me in her arms to rest,
id'on my cheek sweet kisses prest ?
My mother.

lien sleep forsook my open eye,
ho was it sang sweet hushaby,
id rockd me that I shoqd not cry?
SMy mother.

ho sat and watch'd my infant bead, '
hlien sleeping on my cradle bed,
;d tears of sweet affection shed?
My mother.

hen pain and sickness made me cry,
No ::.-'i upon my heavn ee, V
d wep', for fear that I should die
My-notl'er.








FOk IN',ANT NIFSD3.


WVho drest my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play,
And minded alt I'd got to say

di' mr,'.her.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And.would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well
My mother.


Who taught miy infant lips to pray,
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in visdom s pleasant wa I
'My mother.


And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate anid kind to thee',
Who wast so very kind to me
My mother.

Ah! no, the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my lire i0 spare,
I hope 1 shall reward thy care.

My mother.







OA.IC1;,I rpOMS,

&hou art fceble, old, and gray,
Ithy arm shall be tib stay,
6i1 sooth thy pains aWayF, *

My mother.


ien I see thee hang ty head
e my tttrn to u tclh thy bed,
irs ofswcct affection shed, "

My'mother.

), wlho'llits above the skle.,
look with vengeance in his eyes,
ild evv dare despise,

My mother '.
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THE PALACE AND COTTAGE.

I a mountain's haughty steep *
[uber's palace topod
roll'd a river deep,,
t- w'd wood.









10f, IrFANT MINDS.

Low n an urirrequiented vale,
A peasamnt built his cell ;
Sweet flowers perrfm'd the cooling gale,
And grac'd his garden well. '


Loud riot tlhro' Lord Hubert's hall
In noisy claurours ran:
He scarcely closed Ias eyes at alll,
Till breaking day began. "


In scenes ofquiet and repose
Young William's life was spent ;
dlWith morning' early beam liec rose,
And whistled as hewernt. L "


On sauces rich and viands fine.
Lord Hubert daily fed; '
His goblet fi1'd with sparkling n ine ;
His board with dainties spread.

Warm from the sickle or the plough,
His heart as light as air,
His garden ground, and dappled cw,
Supplf'd ioung Williami' faqre.





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Oi;ICINAL POLM, I

)eds of down beset ith guld, I
rith satin curtaiiis drawn,
f,-'rish limbs Lord Hubert roll'J,
uorn midnight's gloom tq morn. ,


Lch'd on a hard and flocky bed, .
ie cheerful rustic lay;
sweetest Alunmbers lulU'd hbea4,; .
'Om eve to breaking day. .

*r, and gout, and aches, and pains. .
estroy'd Lwd llubert'5 rest; .
order burnt in a11 his reins,
nd sickened in his breast. .


ranger to the ils of wealthy ,:
?hinrd his rugged plough, : ;
cheek jlr Williirn glow'd with heAt :; '
mnl cheerful was his *ow..


gentle friend, In sooth hiis pain,
Lt near Lord Hubert's bed;
friends and servants, light and rV.i.
rom scenes of sorrow fled.







Lol T MINT. ir



But when on William's bonetiead- '
Tim': sattLer'd silver hairs,
His w'le and children round his bed, '
Partook and sooth'd his cjres.

The solemrun hearse, thewaving- plume,
A Lrain or mourners grim,
Carn'd Lord HIubert to the tomb, I
But no one card for htim. ,

No, weeping- ey, no gentle bread,
L.-niented hi decay, ;;
Nor rounll his costly cofin rest,
To gaze upon his clay.

But when upon his dyingbed I
Old William came to lie, ,
When i larnnrry s weats had chili'd his heal&
And death bad dimm'd his eye--


Su -et tc.iar b- fond affection dropp'd(
From mn:,Iy an ei-id rfell,
And many a lip, b3 aurgn.ish Itc.jp'd.
Haltf spoke the sad farewell.









ORIGiNAL POE, .

a marble pile, nor ostlytmb, ,
Describes where William sleeps ; .
a there wild thtme,and cowslips bloom, ;
And there affecLion weeT. *.g.



BALL.

V good little fellow,'don't throw your bal) there,
You'll break neighbour's windows, I blow;
i the end rf the house there is room and to
spare; '
rout.1, you can have a delightful p.rne there,
Without ft.aring hror where you may throw.


trry thowight he might safely continue his play,
With a little more care than before;
, forgetful of all that his fithler could sa'.
Soon as blisav he was out of the u. ay,).
He re-ohed to have fifty.tsrows oqre. ,

*y a. 1'r asto forty he rose,
Arnd n ) n,>:.liief h ',,rr'd at 311;
ie more, ali.l ene mi,.r.:, he oucce-sully thliroa.
Lt when, a he t, ,-,ht, just airr';'d Lt th iecl-;-
In popp'd I.. urUt.K'itunit',: -l!




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FOR IN&ANT MINDS.


Poor Harry stood frightened, and turni* about,
\Was gazing at hat he had done;
As the ball had popp'd in, so neTiighbonr popped ot,
And with a good horsewhip he beaVtkim about,
Till Harry repented his run.


When little folks think they know better than great,
And what is forbidden them do;
We mu-it always expect to see, sooner or late,
That such wise little tools have a similar fate,
And that one of the fifty goes through.

ANY,






THE FOX AND TPE CROW.

TIBE fos and the crow,
In prose, I w ell know-,
Many good little girl can rehearse;
Perhaps it willteli,
Pretty nearly as well,
if we try the same Fable in verse
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StRIGINAL POEMS,

In a dairy a crow
Having entiir'd to go,
,omie fiuod lbr her young ones to seek,
Flew up in the trees, : ,
WVith a fine piece oF cheese,
Which she jo) tdlly held in her beak.


A fox iho liv'd righ,
To the tree saw her fly,
And to share in the prize made a vow !
For having just din'd,
He f9r cheese felt inclio'd,
So he went and sit under the bough.


She was cunning he knew,
But So was he too,
And with fLIL'ry adapted his plan ;
For lie hiew if'he'd speak
It must fall from her beak,
So bon ing politely, began; :

"'Tis a very fine day ;"
(Not a word tdid] she say ;)
"The wind, I believe, ma'am, is south





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FOut iNFANT Mibtrs.

A Fne hardest for pease:" '
He then look'cd at the cheese,
Bi t the crow did not open her mouth.

Sly reynard, not tied,
Her plumage admir'd,
SHow charming' how brilliant its hue '
The voice must be fine,
or a bird so divine,
Ah let me just hear it-pray do.

Believe me I long..
To hear a sweet song."
I 1 he sdly crow foolishly tries,-
She scarce gave one squall,
When the cheese she let fall,
And the fox ran away with the prif
MORL.. .
S Ye innocent fuair,
OF coxcombs beware,
To flattery never give ear;
Try well each pretence,
And keep to plain sense,
And then ye have little to fear.


L I TrTLE S.

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ORIGINAL POr E.xM





THE MOTHERS WISH.
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MAY cloudless beams of grace and truth
Adorn my daughter's op'ning youth;
Long, happy in her native osme .
Am."ns its fragrant gruves to roa. ,
Mav choicest blessing-i her attend, ,
Blest in her parents, sisters, friend!
May no rude wish assail lie breast.
To lore l.is world, by all conlist
As onil giv'n us to prepare
For one eternal, bright, and fair.
This world shall then no force retain,
Its syren voice shall charm in vain.,
Religion's aid, I rue peace a ill bring,
Her voice with j'iv shall praises sing,
To him whose streams of mercy flow,
To cheer the heart o'.rcharg'd with woe;
And whilst retirement's sieet s we proi .
For ever praise redeeming love.
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FOR INFANT MINDS.


TO MARIA.


1HO1W happy the days of your youth,
I. instructed in virtue and truth,
By the parents you love and revere.
Your dwelling is healthy and neat,
Of sisters so dear the retreat,
And of neighbours abundance are near.


Oh think whence these btessings arise,
1f rom a being so gracious and wise,
And should they by himbe withdrawn:
Should es'ry degree ordistress,
My dearest or daughters nppress,
When torn From the sr-eet verdant lan :


1- rom what must she then seek relief,
When her mind is disturbed with gnel, ,
But from God who but chastens to bless :;
Fine garments, rich food, and bright Ine,
With which the voluptuous dine, :
Enern ate beyond all redress. '
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0340INAX. POEM.,

In the sad sober moments ol' woe,
W which each mortal is desU,'dl to know,
With joy will a Christian perceive,
That life as a vision recedes,
That faith rendered bright by good deeds.
A blessed reward ill rcerh'e.


Should you as a mother or wife,.
Be call'd on to act in this life,
Oh -tr, e ev'ry virtue to trpe;
On the minds you may have to attend,
Join at (oice the kind mothertid friend,
SAnd pr-i lbr their virtue and gr.ce.

wivr"rE AT BARMI3ft.




THE SNAIL.

i iil; snail, how he creeps Mlouly over the uall,
lie seems not to make anr progiess at all,
.A'w,.t t hiere )oli leate him jou find him;
His long shining body-he stretces out well,
Anddrags along ith hinm his r-.urnd holl.iw shell,
And leaves a bright palh-way behind him.


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