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THE SLED-RIDE.

Down, down the hill how swift I go,
Over the ice and over the snow ;

A horse or cart I do not fear,

For past them both my sled I steer.

Hurrah, my boy, I’m going down,
While you toil up; but never frown:
The far hill-top you soon will gain,

And then, with all your might and main,

You'll dash by me; while, full of glee,
I'll up again, to dash by thee:

So on we glide—O life of joy ;

What pleasure has the little boy!

 

GOOD THOUGHTS.

I must not speak a naughty word,
I must not tell a lie;

I must not contradict, and make
My little sister cry.

And if I have a piece of cake,
When I with children play,
I must not eat it all myself,

But give a part away.
From “ My Little Hymn-Book.”