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110 SONGS FOR THE

How skilfully she builds her cell,
How neat she spreads the wax,

And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.

In works of labor or of skill,
I would be busy too ;
For Satan finds some mischief still,
For idle hands to do. Watts.

 

GENERAL WASHINGTON.

When General Washington was young,
About as big as I,

He never would permit his tongue
To tell a wilful lie.

Once when he cut his father’s tree,

~ He owned it to his face ;

And then his father ardently
Clasped him in his embrace.

He told his son it pleased him more
To find him own the truth,

Than if his tree were bending o’er
With rich and golden fruit.

Then like this good and noble youth,
Whose virtues ever shone,

I'll seek the paths of love and truth,
And all my faults will own.