DON'T KILL THE BIRDS.

DON'T kill the birds

the little birds

That sing about your door,

Soon as the joyous spring has come,
And chilling storms are o'er,
The little birds, how sweet they sing!
O, let them joyous live;

And never seek to take the life
Which you can never give.

Don't kill the birds the little birds

That play among the trees;

"Twould make the earth a cheerless place,

Should we dispense with these. The little birds, how fond they play!

Do not disturb their sport;

But let them warble forth their songs,
Till winter cuts them short.

Don't kill the birds the happy birds
That bless the field and grove;

So innocent to look upon,

They claim our warmest love.

The happy birds the tuneful birds,

How pleasant 'tis to see;

No spct can be a cheerless place

Where'er their presence be.

LET US DO GOOD.

LET us do good. How sweet the thought,
We have the wretched blest-
Threw smiles upon a clouded brow,
And sunshine in the breast!

To know we've dried a single tear,
And made one moment bright -
Or struck a feeble spark to cheer
The darkest hour of night-

Will give to us more joy at last
Than Cæsar's triumphs gave;
The memory of such deeds will live
In worlds beyond the grave.

Then in the little sphere we move,
Let kindness touch the heart;

While every word shall lead to love
And happiness impart.

William G. Crosby.