ADVERTISEMENT. WE all remember with pleasure some of the simple verses which we learnt in childhood. With some of them our best and holiest feelings are associated, and often do they speak to us in the midst of sorrow, and cheer the long watches of the night. This little book has been printed in a cheap form in order to make this pleasure easily obtained by all ranks, and it is hoped that both old and young will find something in it that will suit their various tastes and capacities. PART I. THE CHILD TO THE ROBIN. Come here, little robin; come here to me, You must not perch on the snowy stone, Come under my window, and I will spread And then when the fields are green and gay, I would not hurt you, my pretty thing, BROTHERLY LOVE. The God of heaven is pleased to see . THE ROBIN'S PETITION. When the leaves had forsaken the trees, To the snug habitation of man ; The snow's coming down very fast, The hips and the haws are all gone; I'll whistle what all will admire. I shall die if you drive me away. Oh! how will your bosom be torn, When you see me lie dead on the ground. 'Then pity a poor little thing, And throw me a part of your store! I'll fly off in the first of the spring, And never will trouble you more.' MANY QUESTIONS AND ONE ANSWER. And who will bring them back again And who will send the little lambs, And teach them all to know their dams, And who will tell the pretty bird The Lord in heaven,-there he dwells, THE DAISY. I'm a pretty little thing, |