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And I'll not look to see what the kitten is doing,
Nor yet think of any thing else but my sewing.
I’m sorry I’ve idled so often before,

But I hope I shall never do so any more:
Mamma will be pleased when she sees how I

-mend,
And have done this long seam from beginning
1 Ke) end. Taylor.

 

PRETTY BEE.
Pretty bee, pray tell me why
Thus from flower to flower you fly,
Culling sweets the livelong day,
Never leaving off to play.

Little child, I’ll tell you why
Thus from flower to flower I fly:
Let the truth thy thoughts engage,
From thy youth to riper age.

Summer flowers will soon be 0’ er ;
Winter comes, they bloom no more:
Fairest days will soon be past ;
Brightest suns will set at last.

Little child, now learn of me:
Let thy youth thy seed-time be ;
Then, when wintry age has come,
Richly bear thy harvest home.