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And dressed her in her vel-vet coat,
And she told me it was God
Who had clothed her with such care, And taught her how to breathe so sweet Up-on the e-ven-ing air.
I asked the lit-tle twink-ling star,
And he told me it was God
Who had made him shine so bright,
Since all things then look up to God,
And lis-ten to His word;
I too, al-though a child, will try
And I will learn to please Him too,
par-tridg-es own-er threw
La-zy Tom was a boy who was fond of mis-chief. One day he threw bricks at the tink-er's ass which was bray-ing on the com-mon. Then he went o-ver the brow of the hill to the brink of the broad riv-er, and filled a lit-tle boy's cap to the brim with wa-ter.
Com-ing home, he was throw-ing a stone at a brace of par-tridg-es, when he broke a pane of glass in a cot-tage win-dow.
When he saw what he had done, he hid be-hind a tree; but a brave boy who was pass-ing and had seen the stone thrown, caught him, and held him fast till the own-er of the cot-tage came. Many a blow Tom gave him, which made his nose bleed; but the man, who was bluff and ang-ry, came out and thrashed the cow-ard well.
He did not brag in the vil-lage of his doings that day.
What bliss to be un-der warm blankets when the bleak winds blow! I like bread, but not bran.
Oh! Bob! what a black blot you have made on that blank page.
Lit-tle po-nies trot with eas-y tread. Mice end their tricks in traps set in pan-tries.
The tru-ant trusts that no trace of him will be found.
The true gar-den-er trims a-way all use-less trash from his trees.
Climb steep hills light-ly clad. "Click, clack!" says the clock in the clo-set.
Clogs crush clods of clay.
Cling close to the rope as you clamber up the cliff.
The Cuck-oo comes in Ap-ril,
THE WORKS OF GOD.
When God had made land and sea, with all the plants that grow, and fishes that swim, and beasts that roam, he made man.
He made man's body out of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nos-trils the breath of life.
He called the first man Ad-am, and gave him Eve to be his help-mate and the moth-er of all man-kind.
He placed them in the love-ly gar-den of Ed-en, to en-joy its rare fruits, to lie on moss-y banks a-mong flowers sweetsmell-ing and ever-bloom-ing, to walk in the shade of trees ev-er green and full of sing-ing birds, and to bathe in fountains of clear wa-ter, ever run-ning and spark-ling in the sun.
No wild storm-winds blew there, but a gen-tle breeze sighed a-mong the branch-es. Nor rain, nor snow, nor hail was known, but the dew-drops fell light-ly on the grass. The sun shone by
day, and the stars twink-led mer-ri-ly by night, for no black thun-der-clouds darkened the sky.
CHILD'S EVENING HYMN.
The busy day is near-ly done,
Lord! if an-oth-er day I see,
Wilt lis-ten to an in-fant's pray-er.