DO NOT WAIT. ANON. [To be spoken by a little girl.] "I wish I was a big woman to help you, mother," said a little girl. "Bring mother's thimble; that will help me," said mother, smiling. Just as if God meant for little children to grow up before helping their dear parents! No, no! God gave them two nimble feet on purpose for them to take steps for mother, and eight fingers and two thumbs on purpose to bring and carry for her! HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN. SUSAN COOLIDGE. [With simpleness and life.] I'll tell you how the leaves came down; It is quite time you went to bed. "Ah!" begged each silly, pouting leaf, "Let us a little longer stay! Dear father Tree, behold our grief— 'Tis such a very pleasant day So, just for one more merry day, To the great Tree the leaflets clung, "Perhaps the great Tree will forget 66 Come, children, all to bed!" he cried; Fluttering and rustling everywhere I saw them; on the ground they lay, White bed-clothes heaped upon her arm, The great bare Tree looked down and smiled, BOYS, THINK OF THIS! [Boldly and forcibly.] Boys, did you ever think that this world, with all its wealth and woe, with all its mines and mountains, oceans, seas and rivers-with with all its shipping, its steamboats, railroads and magnetic telegraphs-with all its millions of grouping men, and all the science and progress of ages, will soon be given over to the boys of the present age-boys like you? Believe it, and look abroad upon your inheritance, and get ready to enter upon its possession. The presidents, kings, governors, statesmen, philosophers, ministers, teachers, men of the future-all are boys now. BABY'S SKIES. M. C. BARTLETT. [To be spoken by a little girl very tenderly.] Would you know the baby's skies? Mamma, keep your eyes from tears, THE RABBIT ON THE WALL. ANON. [Descriptively.] The cottage work is over, The evening meal is done He-smilingly assenting, They gather round his chair; So, speaking, from his fingers The children shout with laughter, All. SPRING. ANON. [For a class of little ones in two divisions. Briskly.] Spring, Spring, beautiful Spring On the hills the grass is springing, Lovely Spring! Welcome, welcome, welcome Spring. Carefully turn the furrowed land, Faithful sowing shall harvest again. 1st division. 2d แ All. 1st division. 2d All. 1st [More slowly.] Childhood, Springtime, Sow the seed In the youthful heart; Christ will nourish, It will flourish, And new life impart Sinking in our hearts, all glowing, Shall spring up this heavenly sowing, 2d division. By and by the fruit shall be Fruit the angels love to see, Ripe for immortality. The drops of rain and the rays of light Are small themselves, but when all unite They water the world and they make it bright. They do not say "of what use am I?" We may each do good, if we will but try; We may soothe some grief or some want supply. |