But whence he both cometh, In England that knows. BUTTERFLIES ARE PRETTY THINGS. BUTTERFLIES are pretty things, See the colours on his wings,- Softly, softly, girls and boys; He'll come near us by-and-by ; Here he is, don't make a noise,We'll not hurt you, butterfly? Not to hurt a living thing, Let all little children try; THE DAISY. THE daisy is the meekest flower And when they're pass'd away, again Had bent it with its wings. The daisy is a hardy plant, In spring it dots the green with white, To little children dear. Before the stars are in the sky And so it sleeps in dewy night And children, when they go to bed, Should fold their hands in prayer, And place themselves, and all they love, In God's almighty care. Then they may sleep secure and still, Through hours of darksome night, And with the pretty daisy wake In cheerful morning light. LITTLE PINK. ON a swinging little shelf Were some pretty little books; And I reckon'd from their looks, That the darling little elf, Whose they were, Was the careful little girl, In good order could be found,- And she laid her bonnet by, When she hasten'd home from school; And she was resolved to try, School or home, How to prove the saying true,- When she put away her shawl, She could shut her smiling eyes, See her books;-how clean they are! Are a certain sign to me Clean and neat, and gentle too; If you take her actions through, Just the same, I know, you'll think. School or home, Tasks or play, Books or toys, Every way, Order keeps this loving girl, With her auburn hair a-curl. THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. THE days are cold, the nights are long, Save thee, my pretty love! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, Then why so busy thou? Nay! start not at that sparkling light, And wake when it is day. THE LITTLE BOY AND THE SHEEP. LAZY sheep, pray tell me why Nay, my little master, nay, |