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80 SONGS FOR THE

—cicwisinminaiailasitaseataatiataiaapenenntitaamnsneaiataaisinainsiniis
And when they can fly
In the bright blue sky,
They ‘ll warble a song to me;
And then if I’m sad,
It will make me glad
To think they are happy and free.

 

GOOD ADVICE FOR THE LITTLE ONES.

My dear little child,

Be gentle and mild ;

For what can you get °

By passion and pet,

But sorrow and shame,

A very bad name,

The loss of your peace,

And guilt in its place?

 

DEAR MAMMA.
My own mamma; my dear mamma!
How happy shall I be,
To-morrow night at candlelight,
When she comes home to me!

'T is just one week since on my cheek
She pressed the parting kiss :

It seems like two; I never knew
So long a week as this.