ELLEN.

What, Ellen, disobey mamma?

You're very much to blame;
Your dear mamma, who loves you so,
Oh sister, fie, for shame.

Why once you were a tiny babe,
And laid upon her arm,
And every hour she guarded you
From every thing like harm.

She washed and dressed you every day,
To keep you sweet and clean,
And sung you many a baby song,
With many a kiss between.

If you were sick at any time,
Or if you cried with pain,
She kindly watched you night and day,
Till you were well again.

How patiently she led you round,
That you might learn to walk,

And spoke words o'er and o'er again,
To teach you how to talk.

She taught you little songs and hymns,
To make you kind and mild,

And how to pray that God would love
And bless his little child.

And can you, Ellen, be unkind

To one that loves you so ?

I think you'll try to please her now,
In every thing you do.

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Good morning, dear mother, through all the cold night

How sweet have I slept, and how still and how warm,

My heavenly Father watched over your child,

And guarded me safe from each danger and harm.

And precious new blessings each moment he gives, I will love him and thank him and praise him each day;

I will ask him to make me his own little child,
Then all his commands I shall gladly obey.

INFANT PRAISE.

Lord, thou'rt good and kind to me,
Every blessing comes from thee;
O may I, through all my days,
Raise to thee my songs of praise;
Heav'nly Father, give me grace,
Ever more to seek thy face.

I MUST NOT TEASE MY MOTHER.

I must not tease my mother;
For she is very kind,

And every thing she says to me
I must directly mind;

For when I was a baby,
And could not speak or walk,
She let me in her bosom sleep,
And taught me how to talk.

I must not tease my mother;
And when she likes to read,
Or has the headache, I will step
Most silently indeed.

I will not choose a noisy play,
Or trifling troubles tell ;
But sit down quiet by her side,
And try to make her well.

I must not tease my mother;
I've heard dear father say,
When I was in my cradle sick,
She nurs'd me night and day.
She lays me in my little bed,
She gives me clothes and food,
And I have nothing else to pay,
But trying to be good.

I must not tease my mother ;

She loves me all the day, And she has patience with my faults, And teaches me to pray; How much I'll strive to please her She every hour shall see, For should she go away, or die, What would become of me?