The God whose work all nature is —

Whose wisdom guides the vast design.
Man sees but part; but what he sees
Tells him this wisdom is divine.

THE SCHOOL FOR ME.*

Ir is not in the noisy street
That pleasure's often found;
It is not where the idle meet
That purest joys abound.

But where the faithful teacher stands,
With firm but gentle rule;
O, that's the happiest place for me-

The pleasant common school!

O, the school-room!

O, that's the place for me!
You'll rarely find, go where you will
A happier set than we.

We never mind the burning sun,
We never mind the showers,
We never mind the drifting snows,
While life and health are ours;

* The chorus can be omitted, if the piece is spoken by one; but it will be more interesting, if several will unite in speaking or singing the chorus.

But, when the merry school-bell throws

Its welcome on the air,

In spite of rain and drifting snows,

You'll always find us there.

O, the school-room! &c.

The stamp that's borne on manhood's brow

Is traced in early years;

The good or ill we 're doing now

In future life appears;

And as our youthful hours we spend

In study, toil, or play,

We trust that each his aid may lend

To cheer us on our way.

O, the school-room! &c.

MY MOTHER.

I MUST not tease my mother,
For she is very kind,

And every thing she says to me
I must directly mind.

For when I was an infant,

And could not speak or walk, She let me on her bosom sleep, And taught me how to talk.

I must not tease my mother;
And when she wants to read,
Or has the headache, I must step
Most silently indeed.

I will not choose a noisy play,
Or trifling troubles tell,
But sit down quiet by her side,
And try to make her well.

I must not tease my mother;
She loves me all the day,
And she has patience with my faults,

And teaches me to pray.
How much I'll try to please her

She every hour shall see,
For should she go away, or die,

What would become of me?

THE LOST KITE.

My kite! my kite! I've lost my kite!
O, when I saw the steady flight

With which she gained her lofty height,
How could I know that letting go
That naughty string would bring so low
My pretty, buoyant, darling kite,
To pass forever out of sight?

A purple cloud was sailing by,
With silver fringes, o'er the sky;

And then I thought it came so nigh,
I'd let my kite go up and light
Upon its edge so soft and bright,
To see how noble, high, and proud
She'd look while riding on a cloud!

As near her shining mark she drew,

I clapped my hands; the line slipped through My silly fingers; and she flew

Away! away! in airy play,

Right over where the water lay.

She veered, and fluttered, swung, and gave A plunge-then vanished with the wave!

I never more shall want to look

On that false cloud, or on the brook;
Nor e'er to feel the breeze that took
My dearest joy, thus to destroy
The pastime of your happy boy.
My kite! my kite! how sad to think
She soared so high, so soon to sink!

KINDNESS.

BROTHERS and sisters, names so dear,
Should sweetly sound in every ear;
And ties so strong should always be
The link of love and harmony.

When such relations disagree,
Most sad the consequence must be;
For those who should be joined in heart
Can never do so well apart.

Did not our Saviour, chiding, say
We should no faults to others lay,
Or see a mote in brother's eye,
Until to move our own we try?

Then let no quarrels interpose,
To turn such kindred into foes;
Nor to each other raise a hand,
Against the Lord's express command.

USEFULNESS.

How many ways the young may find
To be of use, if so inclined!
How many services perform,

If will and wishes are but warm!