LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 179

 

Here, dry up your tears, and buy something
with this,
For to spend all on playthings, how selfish it is!

As Christ has commanded, I’ll constantly try

My neighbor to love and myself to deny ;

From my own little pleasures a trifle I'll spare,

To gladden his heart and to lighten his care ;

That whate’er my friends find in my conduct
amiss,

They never may say, Oh how selfish he is!

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GRANDMOTHER’S FARM.

My grandmother lives on a farm
Just twenty miles from town ;
She’s sixty-five years old, she says,
Her name is Grandma Brown.

Her farm is very large and fine,
There’s meadow, wood, and field,
And orchards, which all kinds of fruits

Most plentifully yield.

Butter she churns, and makes nice cheese ;
They are so busy there,

If mother would stay with me too,
I’d like to do my share.