The Monkey loves her little one;

She holds it on her arm, Or lets it sit upon her back,

To keep it safe from harm.

Now, let us give poor Jack some nuts :
He puts them in his cheek,
And looks as if he'd ask for more,
If he could only speak.

WASHING.

A VERY little girl, one day,

Looked out when it had rained,

And saw that on the gravel walk
A shining pool remained.

Out of a bush a robin flew

Quite down into the pool;

He dipped his beak, he washed his wings, And thought it nice and cool.

Then back he flew into the bush,
To sing this merry song,—

"I like to wash in water clear,

It makes me fresh and strong."

Now, when the little girl saw this, She thought that she would try To let herself be washed and dressed Without a silly cry.

EVENING HYMN.

GREAT God, thy face I cannot see,
But yet I know thou lovest me,
And every little child.

Oh, keep me safe, and love me still,
And give me an obedient will,
A temper kind and mild.

Give me an honest heart and tongue, And let me learn while I am young That what is right, is best.

Love all at home, and be their friend; And to the sick sweet slumber send, And to the weary, rest.

All that I have by Thee was given,This pleasant life and hopes of heaven, Where all shall live in bliss.

Teach me to love Thee, God of love! And fit me for my home above, While serving Thee in this.

* MORNING HYMN.

THE night is gone, the morning breaks,
Upon the bank the flower awakes;
And when the sun is on his way,
The woods look golden in his ray.

Each blade of grass has beads of dew,
The sky is cloudless, soft, and blue;
The little birds on every side

Are singing of the sweet Spring-tide.

Nor shall they sing alone, while I
Have life beneath the sunny sky,

While I can thank the God who made
Sun, sky, sweet birds, and dewy blade.

NUTTING.

SEPTEMBER is the time for nuts,

In bunches ripe and brown:

The boys and girls go through the woods, To pull and shake them down.

And I have heard that one may tell Which way the children went, Because they roughly broke the boughs That should be gently bent.

But every child that stays to think Will join with me to say,— "We should not do our neighbours harm When we make holiday."

LAUGHING.

I LIKE a merry laugh

In season:

But none that cannot give

A reason.

A laugh should only last

One minute,

Or there may prove to be
A cry in it.

THE SAILOR-BOY.

THE Sailor bids his friends good-bye,
And goes on board his ship;
He sails away for days and weeks,
And many a longer trip.

In far-off countries, hot or cold,
The Sailor-boy may land,
And hear the people speaking words
He does not understand.

He'll see new flowers, and gay new birds, Smooth snakes and shining flies;

He'll see the ocean frozen hard

Beneath the cold

grey skies.

But though he sees such wondrous sights,
Wherever he may roam,
I'm sure the Sailor-boy must think
About his English home.

For there his little sisters play

Among the daisies white;

And there his parents work by day,
And pray for him at night.