MY MOTHER.

My Mother! My kind Mother!
I hear thy gentle voice,
It always makes my little heart
Beat gladly and rejoice.

When I am ill, it comes to me,
And kindly soothes my pain;
And when I sleep, then in my dreams,
It sweetly comes again.

It always makes me happy,
Whene'er I hear its tone,

I know it is the voice of love,
From a heart that is my own.

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MY MOTHER.

My Mother! My dear Mother!

0 may I never be Unkind, or disobedient, In any way, to thee.

HYMN.

LORD, I am ill! a little child!

O! make me gentle, make me mild,
And let me patient be ;

Help me to bear the pain I feel,
And heal me, if it be thy will,
That I may follow thee.

If thou dost wish for me in heaven, If thou hast all my sins forgiven, Then let me love to die ;

For I shall then an angel be,

Loving to praise and worship thee,

Beyond the clear blue sky.

GEORGE AND ROVER.

GEORGE was a good and pleasant child,
He loved each living thing;

The cows and lambs, the trees and flowers,
The birds upon the wing.

But more than all, he liked his dog;

And dearly Rover loved

To follow George in all his walks,
And play where'er he roved.

He was a shaggy dog, and large;
His color, it was black,

Except a ring of snowy white,

He wore around his neck.

GEORGE AND ROVER.

And George's favorite walk was by
A river bright and clear,

And when his dog was with him there,

His mother had no fear.

She knew if he should fall therein,

Rover her boy would save;

For Rover loved his master well,
And Rover loved the wave.

And George would stand upon the bridge, Above the waters deep,

And throw a broken bough below,

And down would Rover leap.

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It was a charming picture all,

For any one to see;

The bridge, that spanned the river's banks,

The river, wild and free.