LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

“Poor little Betsey Smith, she sits
Day after day alone;
She had a darling sister once,
But now she’s dead and gone.

“Betsey was quite a fretful child,

And when she used to play
With pretty little Emeline,

She quarrelled every day.

—“Qne day her sister said to her,
‘Don’t, Betsey, be so cross ;
Indeed, I am not well to-day,
And fear I shall be worse.’

“*Not well? Oh yes, you’re very sick!
I don’t believe it’s true;
You only want to coax mamma
To get nice things for you.’

“But Emma lingered here a while,
Then closed her eyes, and died:
Ah, who can tell the sorrow now,

That fills poor Betsey’s mind?

“And now she goes away and sits,
Day after day alone;
She does not want to sing or play,
Since sister Emma’s gone.”