OUR ROVER.

No dandy dog poor Rover was,
So sleek and fair to see;
No ears of beauty graced his head,
No dainty limbs had he;
No pretty tail he had to wag
When master came in sight;
No glossy silken curls adorned
His coat of black and white.

But Rover was a gentle dog,
A faithful dog, and true;
The little children loved him well
He loved the children too;
He licked their little hands so soft,
He trotted at their heels,

He played with them upon the grass,
And helped them at their meals.

Touched by Thee our hearts will rise
Grateful towards the glowing skies ;
Guard us, shield us, mighty Lord,
Thou dost not sleep;

Still the tempest with Thy word-
Rule the deep!

LILY'S QUESTION.

Do tell me, little looking-glass,

Am I now a tidy lass?

As they say I should be.

I have rubbed my face with soap--
All the toffy's off, I hope,

That our Polly gave me.

Wish I could take off my hair,
Like Dolly's; then I do declare,
'Twould be some fun to brush it,

And stick it on again with glue,
That would be nice; but this must do,
For there's the bell for dinner.

MRS. GOOSEY GAN.

OLD Mrs. Goosey Gan lives on our village green;
Such a noisy gabbling thing, dirty, loud, and lean!
Stretching out her awkward neck, she goes waddling on,
Making such a deafening sound, which she calls a song.

Round her crowd her goslings, one, two, three, and more-
Funny little fluffy things as ever yet you saw,