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Yet still that student of the skies
His first selection kept ; “No, no, mamma, just this, just this,
I laid me down and slept.'
That night the fever smote him sore
With dire delirious pain,
Till every hope was vain.
Then all at once in slumber soft
The darling sufferer lay, And like a lamb of Jesus slept
His little life away.
He slept, but with what glorious joy!
What strains of seraph love !
THE TRUTHFUL BOY.
Once there was a little boy
With curly hair and pleasant eye ; A boy who always told the truth,
And never, never told a lie.
And when he trotted off to school,
The children all about would cry, There goes the curly-headed boy,
The boy who never tells a lie.
And every body loved him so,
Because he always told the truth, That every day, as he grew up,
'Twas said, There goes the honest youth.
And when the people that stood near
Would turn to ask the reason why, The answer would be always this
Because he never tells a lie.
MARY had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow, And every
where that Mary went,
That was against the rule ;
To see a lamb at school.
So then the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
Till Mary did appear.
arm, As if he said, “I'm not afraid
You'll keep me from all harm."
“What makes the lamb love Mary so ?” The eager children cry
“Oh, Mary loves the lamb you know,"
The teacher did reply ;-
In confidence may bind,
INFANT SCHOOL MAGAZINE,
TO A ROBIN REDBREAST.
LITTLE bird, with bosom red,
See thee, when thou'st eat thy fill,
THE CHILD TO THE ROBIN.
Come here little robin, come here to me,
Come under my window and I will spread
And then when the fields are green
gay, Your merry song will my care repay ; I would not hurt you, my pretty thing, I love too well to hear you sing.