Heavenly Shepherd! please to watch us,
Guard us both by night and day;
Pity show to little children,

Who, like lambs, too often stray.

We are always prone to wander;
Please to keep us from each snare;
Teach our infant hearts to praise thee,
For thy kindness and thy care.

XI

LITTLE THINGS.

LITTLE drops of water,

Little grains of sand,

Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.

Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

Thus our little errors

Lead the soul away
From the path of virtue,
Off in sin to stray.

Little deeds of kindness,

Little words of love,
Make our earth an Eden

Like the heaven above.

Mrs. Osgood.

XII.

NURSERY SONG.

SI walked over the hill, one day,

AS

I listened, and heard a mother sheep say— "In all the green world there is nothing so sweet As my little lammie, with his nimble feet; With his eye so bright,

And his wool so white,

Oh, he is my darling, my heart's delight."
And the mother sheep and her little one
Side by side lay down in the sun,

And they went to sleep on the hillside warm,
While my little lammie lies here on my arm.

I went to the kitchen, and what did I see,
But the old gray cat with her kittens three !
I heard her whispering soft;-said she,
"My kittens, with tails all so cunningly curled,
Are the prettiest things that can be in the world.
The bird on the tree,

And the old ewe, she

May love their babies exceedingly;

But I love my kittens there,

Under the rocking chair,

I love my kittens with all my might,

I love them at morning, and noon, and night.

Now I'll take up my kitties, the kitties I love,

And we'll lie down together beneath the warm

stove."

Let the kitties sleep under the stove so warm,

While my little darling lies here on my arm.

I went to the yard, and I saw the old hen

Go clucking about with her chickens ten.

She clucked and she scratched and she bristled

away,

And what do you think I heard the hen say? "The sun never did shine

I heard her say,

On any thing like to these chickens of mine!
You may hunt the full moon, and the stars, if you
please,

But you never will find ten such chickens as these.
My dear downy darlings! my sweet little things!
Come nestle now cosily under my wings."
So the hen said,

And the chickens all sped

As fast as they could to their nice feather bed.
And there let them sleep in their feathers so warm,
While my little chick lies here on my arm.

XIII.

Mrs. Carter.

THE MICE.

THE
Tand hide themselves by day;

HE merry mice stay in their holes.

But when the house is still at night,
The rogues come out to play.

They climb upon the pantry shelf,
And taste of all they please;

They drink the milk that's set for cream,
And nibble bread and cheese.

But if they chance to hear the cat,

Their feast will soon be done; They'll scamper off to hide themselves, As fast as they can run.

Some tiny mice live in the fields,

And feed on flies and corn;
And in a pretty hanging nest
The little ones are born.

When winter comes, they burrow holes
And line them soft with hay;
And while the snow is on the ground,
They sleep the time away.

All living creatures like to be

As free as you and I;

They love the fields, the woods and hills,

They love the sweet blue sky.

XIV.

MY PUSSY.

H! here is Miss Pussy;

She's drinking her milk;

Her coat is as soft

And as glossy as silk.

She sips it all up

With her little lap-lap;

Then, wiping her whiskers,

Lies down for a nap.

My kittie is gentle,

She loves me right well,
And how funny her play is
I'm sure I can't tell.

XV.

A CHILD'S PRAYER.

THE

HE day is gone, the night is come,
The night for quiet rest;

And every little bird has flown
Home to its downy nest.

The robin was the last to go;
Upon the leafless bough

He sang his evening hymn to God,
And he is silent now.

The bee is hushed within the hive;
Shut is the daisy's eye;

The stars alone are peeping forth
From out the darkened sky.

No, not the stars alone; for God
Has heard what I have said;
His eye looks on His little child,
Kneeling beside its bed.

He kindly hears me thank Him now

For all that he Has given,

For friends, and books, and clothes and food; But most of all for Heaven