Part I. in “Songs for Little Ones at Home.

“What have you in that basket, child?” “They are blackberries, Miss, all picked to-day; They’re very nice, and fully ripe;--Do look at them, and taste them, pray.”

“Oh, yes, they are very nice indeed! Here’s four-pence, that will buy a few, Not quite so many as I could eat; However, I must make them do.”

“No, Miss; but you must take the whole.” “I can’t, indeed, my money’s spent; I should be glad to buy them all, But I have not another cent.

“And if you had a thousand, Miss, I’d not accept of one from you; Pray take them! they are all your own, And take the little basket, too.

“Have you forgot that little girl You last year gave a bonnet to? You may, perhaps, but ever will That little girl remember you.

“For ever since I’ve been to church,-- And much do I delight to go,-- For there I learned the way to heaven, Which I so long had wished to know.

“One day I thought within myself, That pretty basket Billy wove I’ll fill with fruit for that dear Miss, For sure ’t will be a work of love.

“And so, this morning, up I rose, While yet the fields were wet with dew, And picked the nicest I could find, And brought them fresh and sweet to you.

“I know the gift is small, indeed, For such a lady to receive; But yet, I hope you’ll not refuse All that poor Phebe has to give.”

SUPPER FOR THE ROBINS.

These dear little birdies Will not fly away; They come for their breakfast And supper each day.

They come in the morning, At noon, and at night, And always are welcomed With greatest delight.

And crumbs in abundance They always have found Just under the window, Spread out on the ground.

Now Minnie and Ella Are watching to see Their dear little robins Come down from the tree,

Where they have been warbling A beautiful lay, To charm the dear children At close of the day.

BREAKFAST FOR THE ROBINS

When supper is over, The birds fly away, And sing a new song At dawn of the day.

These sweet little robins Such lovely notes raise, They seem to be singing Their Creator’s praise.

Awake, little Minnie! Come, Ella, arise! The sun is beginning His course in the skies.

Your birdies already Are waiting for you To give them their breakfast; Now what will you do?

They rouse from their slumbers, Then kneel down to pray;-- Thus Minnie and Ella Begin the new day.

Before their own breakfast Is ready, they go To see if the robins Are waiting below.

And there one dear songster Is sure to be found As soon as his breakfast Is spread on the ground.

THE WIDOW OF ZAREPHATH.

No rain had descended, the fountains were dry, The streamlets no water afford; No clouds, thick and heavy, bespoke a supply, When a voice to Elijah descends from on high, And spoke the commands of the Lord.

Arise, O Elijah! to Zion repair, Awhile in Zarephath remain; A poor widow woman will welcome thee there, To thee of her little a portion will spare, And with food and with water sustain.

The Prophet arose at the heav’nly desire, His steps to Zarephath he bound, When lo! the poor widow in humble attire, And busied with gathering sticks for her fire, At the gates of the city he found.

He said, “I have travelled a wearisome way; From Cherith to-day I have hied; I have passed by no fountain my thirst to allay, Then fetch me a draught of cold water, I pray, Lest I perish with thirst at thy side.”

She turned, and again to the woman he spoke, “A stranger am I in the land, And since in compassion my thirst thou wilt slake, Remember I also am hunger’d, and take A morsel of bread in thy hand.”

She answered, “As liveth thy Maker and Lord, No bread for thy hunger have I; Of oil but a little my cruise can afford, But an handful of meal in my barrel is stor’d, And from none can I ask a supply.

“For fuel to dress this small portion, to-day, To the gates of the city I hie, And now with these sticks I return on my way, That my son and myself may our hunger allay, Then calmly resign us to die.”

Then answered Elijah, “As thou hast begun, Go on till thy home shall appear; Make cakes of thy meal, and first bake for me one, Then after another for thee and thy son, And your hunger allay without fear.

“For thus saith thy Maker, the meal shall not waste, And the oil in the cruise shall not fail, But thou and thy household his bounty shall taste, Till the day when his wrath and his anger is past, And showers of plenty prevail.”

No need had Elijah the words to repeat,-- To the house of the widow he went; Many days he sojourned in the quiet retreat, And she, and her son, and the prophet did eat, And the oil and the meal were not spent.

Yet more would you hear how this widow was bless’d, How her son from the dead was restored, Go turn to the Book where the tale is express’d, Of Elijah, beloved of the Lord.

SKATING.

Do not fear To venture out, Tho’ Jack Frost May be about.

Come, enjoy This bracing air; Ice is solid Everywhere.

It is safe To skate or slide; See how swiftly Now we glide!

O’er the pond, All together;-- Oh, what healthy, Charming weather!

TO MY INFANT NEPHEW.

Is this new life so sweet to thee, my little baby boy, That thus thy minutes seem to be a constant course of joy? I gaze upon thy laughing face, I hear thy joyous tone, Till the glad feeling of thy heart oft passes to my own.

No titled infant for whose brow a coronet shines fair Is blest with better health than thou or nursed with tenderer care; And be it prince or peasant’s child, the station high or low, These blessings are the only ones its earliest days can know.

I would not damp thy present joy with tales of future care, Nor paint the ills of life, dear boy, which thou must feel and bear; The early dew is fair to view although it vanish soon, And lovely is the morning flower that withers when ’tis noon.

Thy heavenly Father, by whose will a living soul is thine, By his good Spirit visits still this heritage divine, And children who in innocence the path of life hath trod, Hear often in their tender minds the indwelling voice of God.

As reason dawns, as mind expands, in childhood’s opening day, Thou oft wilt hear his high commands, to shun the evil way; And every evil thought resigned to this divine control, Will bring a sweetness to thy mind, a blessing to thy soul.

Dear as thy welfare is to me, I cannot frame a thought, I cannot breathe a wish for thee with happiness more fraught, Than that this heavenly Friend may prove the Ruler of thy way, And thy young heart incline to love, to hearken, and obey.

SLEEP, LITTLE BIRDIE!

Hush, little birdie, I’ll sing you a song, One that is sweet, And not very long; Peep! peep! Go to sleep!

Lullaby, birdie! While taking your rest,-- Nothing shall harm you, You’re safe in your nest. Peep! peep! Go to sleep!

THE WOUNDED FOOT.

The children are grieved, for the poor little boy Has wounded his foot with a thorn; And Willie and Fred have left their play, And both of them have gone

To ask mamma to run to the spot, And try to relieve the pain; She will help the dear boy, but he must not run Without stockings and shoes again.

LITTLE ELLEN’S REQUEST.

“I do not like this dress of mine,” Said little Ellen to her mother; “The girls at school are dressed so fine,-- I wish that I could have another.

“Do buy me one that’s very gay, And a new bonnet trimmed with lace,-- Unless I look as smart as they I feel ashamed to show my face.”

Her mother said, “ Ellen, my dear, Your clothes, I’m sure, are very good; Nor would I wish you to appear So fine and gaudy if you could.

“I try to dress you neat and plain, That I may buy you useful books; And if you’re neither proud nor vain, I’m sure our friends will like your looks.

“Whene’er I dress you, I must say, Would God be pleased with things like these? For, Ellen, we must seek each day In all we do our God to please.

MILKING THE COWS.

’T was near the close of day, yet bright The sun shone o’er the hill, And pour’d a flood of golden light On every object still.

With hat in hand, and reeking brows, Did little Thomas come, For he had helped to bring the cows From distant pasture home.

Now, seated on the gray stone wall Which all the yard surrounds, His eye attentive noted all That passed within its bounds.

With snow-white pail, the dairy’s pride, Each milker seated low, Rested his head against the side Of every gentle cow.

From Brown and Pied, from Black and Red, The milk with care was drawn; But Brindle fiercely shook her head And raised her pointed horn.

Away she ran; but boy and man Soon overtook and tied her, And sturdy Ben, to milk her then, Sat closely down beside her.

So! So! they cried, stand steady now. But all would not avail, For with her foot the restless cow Soon overthrew the pail.

On dirt and sward the milk was pour’d By Brindle’s luckless blow, And in a pen they put her then Till she could gentle grow.

The rest were sent, the milking done, To graze in grassy field, Till summon’d by the rising sun Their morning’s milk to yield.

LOST CHILD.

In Newport, through the silent street At midnight came a hum Of voices and of passing feet, And loudly-beaten drum.

A child was lost,--none could be found In alley, street, or lane; His friends in sorrow searched around, But search was all in vain.

Though many a lantern lent its aid And torches beamed on high, In vain the mournful party stray’d Till morning lit the sky.

Then by the water’s side they came, And there, oh, sad to say! All cold and wet, his lifeless frame Upon the sea-weed lay.

That morning, when he strayed from home, Poor little Johnnie plann’d Along the water’s edge to roam, Among the yellow sand.

And, as he sported free from care The slippery rocks around, The rising tide surprised him there, And there the boy was drowned.

They bore him home, a mournful sight, Then, speedily arrayed, His little form in spotless white Was in a coffin laid.

Next came his friends, a mournful band, To form the funeral throng, Where many children hand in hand Walked silently along.

In grave-yard green may now be seen O’er Johnnie’s grave a stone, And letters fair engraven there His name and age make known.

GOD, THE GREAT CREATOR.

“Dear mother,” one morning a little boy said, “Pray tell me by whom this fine country was made; At home in our town, where the houses are thick, I know how they make them of timber and brick.

“I have seen how the mason and carpenter, too, With trowel and hammer their labors pursue; But not half so fine do their works all appear As doth the fair covering that’s everywhere here.

“How lovely this grass with the flowers so sweet! Nor do I remember a house in the street So high as that tree where the little bird sings; Did God, dearest mother, make all these fine things?”

“He did, my dear boy,” did his mother reply; “Our Father in heaven, who dwells in the sky, Made all these fine things,--the wide earth and seas, The hills and the mountains, the rocks and the trees.

“This carpet of grass with its blossoms so fair, The beasts of the wood and the fowls of the air,-- All my dear boy has seen in sunshine or shade, His heavenly Father in kindness has made.

“And life, health, and strength he has given to thee, And hearing, and eye-sight these beauties to see; O, give him thine heart, then, in grief and in joy; He will love thee and make thee his own little boy; Will guard thee in safety thro’ life, and will even Take thee with him to dwell in his beautiful heaven.”

TIBBY AND HER KITTEN.

Kit has not a sister, Nor has she a brother; And she is the darling Of Tibby, her mother.

She stands there and purrs With motherly pride, While dear little kitty Is close by her side.

T ’is pleasant to watch them-- Now they are at play, With a round ball between them Just rolling away.

If puss could not play ’Twould be a great pity; ’Tis only one year Since she was a kitty.

How funny it seems, That she is a mother; ’Tis only one year Since she and her brother

Were found in the stable One warm summer day, Where old Spot had hid them So snugly away.

Such wee bits of kitties You never did see, And one was for Willie And one was for me.

But one of those kitties Strayed off from his mother, Then my little Tibby Had no more a brother.

Now she and old Spot Scarce notice each other, For Tibby, though young, Is now a fond mother.

While grandmother Spot Is roaming about Not one rat or mouse Will dare to come out.

And Tibby’s a mouser,-- She’ll soon teach her kitty To chase them about Without any pity.

Just look at her now, With kit at her side, And see how she watches With motherly pride

Her one little darling Who has not a brother Or sister to share The love of her mother.

Our Father has taught them To care for each other; He teaches our Tabby To be a fond mother.

He teaches our kitty To gambol and play, And cares for them kindly By night and by day.

Each creature that lives And moves on the earth, Our dear heavenly Father Has kept from its birth.

And he loves to see them So joyous and gay, And makes them so happy They all love to play.

I’m glad that they have Such love for each other, I’m glad that my kitty Does love her dear mother.

HAPPY CAT.

In eighteen hundred and eighteen, In pleasant time of Spring, The pretty kitten first was seen, Whose history I sing.

And first her pedigree to tell,-- She came, I understand, Of parents as respectable As any in the land.

Tib she was always called, for why? It was her mother’s name, And lively was the kitten’s eye, And active was her frame.

The soft, warm coat that covered her, Was goodly to the sight, For spots of grey and yellow fur Shone ’mid the milky white.

She quickly learned both rat and mouse To combat and surprise, For these abounded in the house Where first Tib oped her eyes.

One half the year she tarried here, And then went to reside With Mrs. H., who lived quite near, (Her cat had lately died.)

There play’d she many a youthful trick, Which gain’d her great applause; The rolling ball she’d follow quick, And seize between her paws.

The floating feather she would chase, And with a spring attain; Nor buzzing fly could rest in peace About the window pane.

But one mischievous trick of puss I mention to her shame; To see the mistress of the house A gentle lady came.

Tib saw the bonnet of the guest Most carefully laid down, Then quickly comes to take her rest Within the satin crown.

Miss Tibby’s head, and tail, and ears, Into this quiet station Are drawn, and not a hair appears To common observation.

At length the lady took her hat,-- And how they all did stare And laugh to see a sleeping cat So snugly nestled there.

Six years rolled smoothly like the first, From every evil free, And many a kitten had she nurs’d The prettiest that could be.

A most unusual sound one night Was heard, and Tib thereby Was roused at once from slumbers light, To hear a baby cry!

No sound like this had met her ears Within that ancient dome In all the many quiet years That this had been her home.

Straight up the stairway did she spring, And there beheld the elf,-- A cunning, little, helpless thing, No bigger than herself.

Tib loved the baby from that day, And oft would rub her head Against him in a friendly way, Or sit beside his bed.

When puss was old, the baby Tom Had grown a stately boy, And since her feeble days had come, He would his time employ

In nursing the poor, feeble cat, With bread and milk to feed, Or give her meat, both lean and fat, According to her need.

TIBBY’S DEATH.

It now becomes us to relate The time of Tibby’s death; In eighteen hundred and twenty-eight She drew her latest breath.

Old age and slow disease conspired This faithful cat to slay, And in the garden she expired, About the last of May.

Her’s was a happy life indeed; So quiet and secure, From all the persecutions freed That many cats endure.

Though duly fed with milk and bread, At morn and evening, too, No man, or youth,--or child, in truth, A better mouser knew.

The closet door oft stood ajar, Each shelf with viands crown’d, Yet not the worse for honest puss Were e’er the dishes found.

If Tib, a cat, such praise could gain For honest, faithful deed, Oh, how much more should those attain Who think, and speak, and read.

Ocean steamers Come and go Very frequently, You know.

Once it took A month, or more, To cross the sea From shore to shore.

BIBLE STORIES AND HYMNS.

SOLOMON’S CHOICE.

“Be strong, and shew thyself a man!” Said David to his youthful son. “I die! keep thou the charge from God, And in his ways and precepts run!”

So David slept--and Solomon Desired to do just what was right, And God spoke to him in a dream, “What shall I give thee? Ask to-night.”

“Oh, God,” he said, “Thou hast been kind To place me on king David’s throne; Yet, I am but a little child, I am not fit to go alone.

“An understanding heart I want, To guard thine Israel, Lord, from sin-- This mighty people! Teach me, Lord, How to go out--how to come in.”

“Thy choice is good!” the Lord replied, “An understanding heart I give; No monarch yet has ever reigned So well. No king so wise shall live.”

“’T is well that thou hast sought this thing, And hast not asked long life and health, Riches or honors,--yet I give To thee and thine abundant wealth!”

“Ask what thou wilt” in prayer, dear child; God promises to give it thee, And shouldst thou heavenly wisdom seek, All other things shall added be.

SOLOMON’S JUDGMENT.

“And all Israel heard of the judgment, and they feared King Solomon, for they saw that the wisdom of God was in him."--KINGS iii: 28.

No King e’er reigned like Solomon, So good was he and wise; When distant nations heard his fame, It filled them with surprise.

And all the people feared to do, Unjust and wicked things; They feared the secret he would learn From God the King of kings.

For they all knew at Gibeon, God made the heart rejoice, When in the silence of the night, He made that happy choice.[8]

And asked an understanding heart,-- The wisdom he should need To guide the people, and that God Would be his friend indeed.

They knew that God approv’d his choice, And gave him such a name, For wisdom and integrity, That all would hear his fame.

One day a mother came to him, To claim an only son, An infant only nine days old, And thus in tears begun:--

“My lord, O king, behold and see, This woman by my side! She had a son the age of mine, But in the night he died.

“No one was with us in the house, So she was not afraid To place her dead child, while I slept, Where my dear boy was laid.

“And when I woke, at early dawn, To nurse my little son, I thought my darling dead, but soon I saw what she had done.”

“It is not so,” the woman cried, “The dead boy let her bring, That is her child, the living one Belongs to me, O king!”

“Bring in a sword!” said Solomon, “Now cut the child in two! We’ll give the other woman half, One half belongs to you.”

Joyful the wicked woman spoke, “But half the babe is thine; O righteous king divide the boy, And let one half be mine.”

Her bowels yearning for her son, The mother quick replied, “No, take the living child for thine, Give me the one that died.

“O king, in pity, spare my boy, And let him not be slain! Thy handmaid then will hasten home, Nor trouble thee again.”

“In nowise slay or hurt the babe,” King Solomon replied, “The _mother’s heart_ shall plead for her, Give her the living child!”

SOLOMON’S WISDOM.

And Solomon’s wisdom excelled the wisdom of all the children of the east country, and all the wisdom of Egypt."--KINGS iv.

In Solomon’s most peaceful reign What happiness was felt! Under his vine and fig tree, then, Each man in safety dwelt.

Israel and Judah lived secure, In Canaan’s fruitful land, And God enlarged the Monarch’s heart, And made him understand

All wisdom Eastern sages learn’d, And those of Egypt, too; Of trees of Lebanon he wrote,-- All living plants he knew.

Of beasts,--of fowl,--of creeping things, And fish the king could write, And in his Songs and Proverbs still All nations take delight.

Silver, and gold, and precious stones, Were sent him day by day, And camels laden with rich goods, From regions far away.

So prosperous a reign as this, God’s people ne’er had known, And mighty kings oft came to see The monarch on his throne.

Thus God had said,[9] “Since thou dost choose To walk in wisdom’s ways, Thou shalt be rich, and wise, and great, Before me _all_ thy days.

SOLOMON AND THE QUEEN OF SHEBA.

“And when the Queen of Sheba heard of the fame of Solomon she came to prove him with hard questions. And she gave the king of gold and of spices a very great store, and precious stones."--KINGS x.

Uttermost parts of the earth Had heard the wondrous fame Of Solomon’s most mighty acts,-- The greatness of his name.

Thence came the Queen of Sheba down With camels bearing gold, And precious stones, and spices sweet,-- Their worth has ne’er been told.

Arabian spices--such a store Was never seen again Within the Holy Land as then The queen brought in her train.

Communing with King Solomon Of what was in her heart, With questions hard she led the king His wisdom to impart.

Then said the queen, “In mine own land Of thy great name I heard, The wisdom and prosperity God had on thee conferred.

“The fame of thy most mighty acts So filled me with surprise That I resolved to venture down And see with mine own eyes,

“And bring a present from the East,-- Spices, and gems, and gold; O king! I heard a true report, Yet half has ne’er been told.

“Thrice happy are thy men, great king, And these thy servants, too, Who wait before thee all the day, And see what thou dost do.

“And blessed be the Lord thy God, Who takes delight in thee; Because the Lord loved Israel well, Thy wisdom now they see.

“Then of his royal bounty he Gave what the queen liked best, And thus King Solomon dismissed His pleased and grateful guest.

KING OF TYRE.

“Hiram, King of Tyre, was ever a lover of David."--KINGS v.

King Solomon his servant sent To Hiram, King of Tyre, To say, “thus saith King David’s son Thy servant doth desire

To build a temple for the Lord, And he would buy of thee, Cedars of Lebanon, and firs, To be sent down by sea.”

And Hiram heard these words, and said, “My servant shall convey All thou dost need from Lebanon; Blessed be the Lord this day!

“David, thy father, was my friend, I love thy people, too; And I rejoice that God doth give Wisdom and grace to you.

“Now, therefore, let us make a league Of friendship and of peace; All thou shalt need, I will supply, Until the work shall cease.”

Thousands of men were thus employed, Sidonians, Tyrians, Jews, To cut the timber and the stones, For Solomon to use.

No sound of hammer, axe, or tool, Around God’s house was heard,-- All was prepared in Lebanon, According to his word.

The temple was magnificent, Most wondrous to behold! The ark and house were overlaid With pure and beaten gold.

And God was pleased, that Solomon Urged on the work with speed, He promised still to dwell with him, And be his friend indeed.

CHRIST’S LOVE.

“Behold thy Son! Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour that disciple took her to his own home."--JOHN xix.

Jesus, my Lord, when here on earth, Was always an obedient child, Yielding his mother filial love, And ever humble, meek, and mild.

Loving his mother; Jesus sought A strict obedience to her will, And when upon the cross he hung, He loved his tender mother still;

And left her to the watchful care Of loving John, his dearest friend, That in that dear disciple’s home, She her remaining days might spend.

My mother, I would yield to thee, The warm affection of my heart, Nor ever false or wayward prove, Or from thy precepts e’er depart.

Help me to serve my mother’s God, And bear his image on my heart! Then, when these scenes of earth are o’er, We’ll meet in heaven no more to part.

ON FAITH.

How sweet it is my child, To live by simple faith, Just to believe that God will do Exactly what he saith.

Does faith mean to believe That God will surely do Exactly what he says, Mamma, Just as I know that you

Will give me what I ask, Because you love me well, And listen patiently, to hear Whatever I may tell?

Yes; you may trust in God, Just as you trust in me; Believe, dear child, he loves you well, And will your father be.

For, when you sought his love, Your Father up in heaven, Looked kindly down, for Jesus’ sake, And has your sins forgiven.

And now, to pray in faith, Is simply to believe That what you ask in Jesus’ name, You surely shall receive.

Go with your simple wants, And tell him all you need; Go put your trust in Christ alone, Such faith is sweet indeed.

BE LIKE JESUS.

“Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus.”

To be like Jesus! O how sweet; Living on earth as Jesus did-- Never to speak one angry word, But always do as one is bid.

To be like Jesus! he, dear child, With God and man in favor grew, Never was known to tell a lie, But always spoke just what was true.

To be like Jesus! When, O Lord, Thou givest a holy heart to me; Never shall I delight to sin, But always try to be like thee.

To be like Jesus! pure in thought, And word, and deed; O help me, Lord, Never thy Spirit more to grieve, But always love thy holy Word.

To be like Jesus! O, how sweet! When I go home to heaven above Never shall I forget thee more, But always dwell with thee in love.

SABBATH HYMN.

Little traveller, Zionward Turn thy willing steps to-day, Haste thee to the house of God, Lift thy youthful heart and pray.

May this Sabbath be the best-- Happiest day of all the seven, Day of sweet and sacred rest, Emblem of the rest of heaven.

Little pilgrim, keep thy feet From the devious ways of sin; Go, where Christians love to meet, Go, where Jesus oft hath been.

Seek his presence and his love, On this holy Sabbath day, Lift thy heart, and voice above, In his temple praise and pray!

Little lamb, mayest thou be seen Far from dangerous paths to roam, In thy shepherd’s pastures green-- In his bosom find a home.

Never wander from his side; Trust thy tender shepherd’s love; He thy wayward steps will guide Safely to his fold above.

FEED MY LAMBS.

“He shall feed his flock like a shepherd--he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom."--ISAIAH xl: 11.

“Forbid them not,” the Savior says, “But suffer them to come, For children in my arms of love, There always has been room.”

Those who would win the Savior’s love, And be his friend indeed, Must not neglect the little ones-- These dear lambs they must feed,

And lead them to the quiet streams Where they may sweetly rest, Till the Good Shepherd calls them home And folds them to his breast.

CONTENTS.

Almira and Minnie, 131

Baby has got a tooth, 184

Baby’s first steps, 28

Be like Jesus, 198

Bible sold by weight, 36

Blackberry girl, 145

Breakfast fur the robins, 149

Charlie and his youthful teacher, 109

Christ’s love, 196

Close of the day, 76

Conversation upon ice, 30

Cooking in old times, 73

Create in me a clean heart, O God, 96

Cross girl, 39

Cross girl, 65

Dolly’s name, 71

Eddie in the country, 34

Ella and the roses, 12

Envy, 118

Faithful Fido, 83

Feed my lambs, 200

God the Creator, 162

Grandmamma’s story, 141

Granite hills in winter, 56

Happy cat, 168

Happy Dolly, 33

Holiday gift, 124

Ida May, 13

Jane’s question, 44

John Mason and his sled, 47

King of Tyre, 194

Little Eddie, 80

Little Ellen’s request, 158

Little Lydia and the razor, 181

Little Mary and her wicked father, 84

Lost child, 160

Milking the Cows, 159

Minnie’s faithfulness, 18

Morning song and morning prayer, 25

Mother Goose, 7

My son give me thine heart, 177

Nature speaks of God, 182

Nursery children needing homes, 129

Ocean steamers, 185

Oh spare the birds, 38

On faith, 197

Papa’s request, 43

Playtime, 27

Precious Bible, 103

Pulsifer children, 22

Remember the poor, 123

Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy, 107

Ride to school in winter, 48

Sabbath hymn, 199

Sallie M----, 87

Shun the swearer, 59

Skating, 153

Sleep, Dolly, 10

Sleep, little birdie, 156

Solomon and the Queen of Sheba, 192

Solomon’s choice, 187

Solomon’s judgment, 188

Solomon’s wisdom, 191

Spring, 173

Strawberry girl, 115

Succotash, 74

Supper for the robins, 147

The falls, 60

The first theft, 68

The Helen Maria, 97

The Indian and the basket, 138

The Indian and the planter, 136

The infant Savior, 99

The kind brother, 53

The Lake, Isles and White Mountains, 58

The little boy’s request, 99

The morning walk, 114

The peacock, 17

The proud girl, 89

The sabbath breaker, 175

The sacrifice, 104

The sailor and the monkeys, 111

The stolen pen-knife, 63

The tell-tale, 60

The two cousins, 101

The widow of Zarephath, 150

The wounded foot, 156

The youthful king, 97

Tibby and her kitten, 165

Tibby’s death 172

To my infant nephew, 154

Trenton Falls, 41

Up! up! away! 174

Visit to the country, 178

Wake, Dolly, 11

Willie’s fears. Part I, 93

Willie’s fears. Part II, 94

Wonderful instinct of the ant, 78

FOOTNOTES:

[1] Lovest thou me? Feed my lambs.--JOHN xxi.

[2] Vol. iv. “Casket Library.” Published by H. V. Degen, 22 Cornhill.

[3] Vol. I. “Casket Library.” Published by H. V. Degen, 22 Cornhill.

[4] John iii: 14, 15.

[5] “The seed of Abraham my friend."--ISAIAH, xli: 8.

[6] Rev. xxii: 15.

[7] This circumstance actually occurred as related, soon after the settlement of Rhode Island, at a farm house, still in good preservation.

[8] Kings, 2d chapter.

[9] Kings iii: 12.