SONGS FOR THE

All about the honey-bees,
Flying past us in the sun ;
Birds that sing among the trees,
Lambs that in the meadows rull.

Jl be very kind to you,
Never strike or make you cry,
As some naughty children do,
Quite forgetting God is nigh.

Shake your rattle—here it is—
Listen to its merry noise; .
And when you are tired of this,
IT will bring you other toys.

Mary Lundie Duncan.

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GOOD BOY.

When little Ned was sent to bed,
He always acted right 5

He kissed mamma and then papa,
And wished them both good-night.

He made no noise, like naughty boys;
But, glad I am to say;

Directly went when he was sent,
Undressed, and knelt to pray: