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· HYMNS AND POEMS FOR LITTLE Folks.

TRUTHFUL DOTTIE; OR, THE BROKEN VASE. NELLIE and Dottie

Though nobody watched us, Both hear mamma say,

God knows it was me? “ Pray from the drawing-room Mamma always says, Keep away.

That, whatever we do, Don't take your toys there, The harm 's not so great,

Lest some one should call; If we dare to be true. Run out in the garden

So I'll go up and tell her With rope, bat, and ball.”

It caught in my rope; The garden is lovely,

i Perhaps she won't scold muchThis bright summer day ;

At least, so I'll hope.” But Nellie and Dottie

| “That's right !” cries her mother, Too soon come away.

Who stands by the door. Into the drawing-room

“I would rather ten vases Dottie comes skipping,

Were smashed on the floor, With her new rope

Than my children should once · All the furniture flipping :

break Down goes the tall vase,

The bright words of truth, So golden and gay,

The dearest possession Smashed all to pieces.

Of age or of youth. “What will mamma say?" The vase can be mended, Cries Nell, with her hands And scarce show a crack; raised,

But a falsehood once spoken, “Oh, Dottie, let's run ;

Will never come back.” They'll think it was pussy,

However much grieved for Who did it in fun."

By young folks or old, Dot answers, through big tears, An untruth once uttered “ But, Nell, don't you see, For ever is told.

C. L. M.

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