BIRDS AND BEASTS.

THE pig is

not a feeder nice,

The squirrel loves a nut,

The wolf would eat you in a trice,

The buzzard's eyes are shut.
The lark sings high up in the air,
The linnet on the tree;

The swan he has a bosom fair,
And who so proud as he?

Miss Taylor.

May 1st.

MAY.

HE winter now is gone and past,

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The flowery May advances fast;
Birds sing, rains fall, and sunshine glows,
Till the rich earth with joy o'erflows.
O Lord, who hast so crowned the spring,
We bless thee for each gracious thing.

WILLIE was a wicked boy,

WILLIE

Snubbed his poor old mother;

Willie was a dreadful boy,

Quarrelled with his brother;

Willie was a spiteful boy

Often pinched his sister;

Once he gave her such a blow,

Raised a great big blister.

Little Folks.

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