LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

San Tapa evmnT Tn emnnTnnnen se

LOVE YOUR LITTLE BROTHER.
I had a little friend ;
And every day he crept
In sadness to his brother’s tomb,
And laid him down and wept.

  
    
   
     
   
 
     
   
 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
    
      

  

And when I asked him why
He mourned so long and sore,

He answered through his tears, “ Because

I did not love him more.

  

“Sometimes I was not kind,
Or cross, or coldly spake ;”

And then he turned away, and sobbed
As though his heart would break.

Brothers and sisters are a gift
Of mercy from the skies ;

And may I always think of this
Whene’er they meet my eyes ;

Be tender, good, and kind,
And love them in my heart,
Lest I should sigh with bitter grief,

When we are called to part.
Mrs Sigourney.