"O, very well," her mother said; "I'll put you back again to bed; And you must in your night-gown stay, Nor come down stairs at all to-day."

And then I heard Miss Jennie cry, And beg mamma to let her try; And say, as she had done before, That she'd so naughty be no more.

Her mother turned and left her there; She heard her step upon the stair; But in her chamber, all day long, She staid alone, for doing wrong.

She heard her sister jump and run, And longed to join her in her fun; Her brother made a snow-man high; But she upon her bed must lie.

She heard the merry sleigh-bells ring, And to the door come clattering; But Jennie could not go to ride In night-clothes by her father's side.

And glad was she, as you may guess, The next day to put on her dress; She ran and told her mother then She never would do so again.

THE SPIDER.

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Don't kill the spider, little Fred, But come and stand by me, And watch him spin that slender thread, Which we can hardly see.

How patiently, now up, now down, He brings that tiny line!

He never stops, but works right on, And weaves his web so fine.

You could not make a thread so small, If you should try all day; So never hurt him, dear, at all, But spare him in your play.

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MORNING HYMN.

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Now a new day just begun, I'll try to spend it well; That I may have, when eveningcomes, No naughty deeds to tell.

So through my life may every day Be better than the past; That G.o.d may take me, when I die, To live in heaven at last.

EVENING HYMN.

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The sun has set behind the hill, The bird is sleeping in his nest; And now, when all around is still, I lay me down to welcome rest.

May the kind G.o.d, who lives above, And watches o'er us day and night, Bless us, and grant us, in His love, Again to see the morning light.

THE LAUNCH.

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Come, sister Ellen, get your hat And come away with me; My boat, all rigged with mast and sail, I want you so to see!

Do you upon the landing stand, While here I'll kneel and blow, So that the little "Water-witch"

Beneath the arch may go.

There! there! she's off! how fast she goes Across the river wide!

I'd love to sit in her myself, And o'er the water glide.

When I'm a man I'll have a boat, And every sunny day, We'll take a long and pleasant sail, Till daylight fades away.

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SUNDAY.

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G.o.d made the day of rest, The holy Sabbath day, For us to think and talk of Him, And not for work or play.

I'll put away my toys Safely, the night before; And Sundays I'll be very still, Till Monday comes once more.

And then mamma will say, That, though I am so small, I yet can please the great, good G.o.d, Who takes care of us all.

I love these Sabbath days, Which G.o.d to us doth give; And may I love them more and more, Each day and year I live!

THE MEDDLESOME CHILD.

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