« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »
DO NOT WAIT.
[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, smil
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.
[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,
Dear father Tree, behold our grief—
So, just for one more merry day,
To the great Tree the leaflets clung,
"Come, children, all to bed!" he cried;
And, ere the leaves could urge their prayer,
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,
Replied, "Good-night," and murmured
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.
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.
The cottage work is over,
Then speak out one and all:
They gather round his chair;
The children shout with laughter,
And Johnny chirps and crows.
Hung up in lordly hall,
[For a class of little ones in two divisions. Briskly.]
Spring, Spring, beautiful Spring
On the hills the grass is springing,
On the trees the birds are singing;
All the air is soft with showers,
Fields and woods are bright with flowers;
With Spring returning, delightsome Spring!
Welcome, welcome, welcome Spring.
Carefully turn the furrowed land,
2d division. By and by the fruit shall be
And the angels—
Gathering the harvest home.
Sow the seed
In the youthful heart;
And new life impart
Sinking in our hearts, all glowing,
Bringing us to Heaven and home!
WORK FOR ALL.
[Recite in a bold, distinct way.]
The drops of rain and the rays of light
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.