LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 87

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"Tl was thus a little orphan sung,
Her lonely heart to cheer ;

Before she wandered very long,
She found a Saviour near :

He bade her seek his smiling face,
And find in heaven a dwelling-place.

Hastings’ ‘‘ Nursery Songs.”

 

THE TUMBLE. ©

Tumble down, tumble up, never mind it, my
sweet :
No, no; never beat the poor floor ;
'T was your fault that you could not stand
straight on your feet ;
Beat yourself, if you beat any more.

Oh, dear, what a noise: will a noise make it
well?
Will crying wash bruises away ?
Suppose it should bleed a little and swell,
’T will all be gone down in a day.

That’s right; be a man, and dry up your tears ;
Come, smile, and I’ll give you a kiss:
If you live in the world but a very few years,

You must bear greater troubles than this.
Taylor.