The voice of the old shoe now once more was

heard:

“Master Frank, will you please to attend ? I wish, with your leave, to say just a word,— 'Tis a word of advice from a friend.

"Never part with old shoes till they part from you; Let your new ones be always well tried ;

Old shoes and old friends are far better than new, And, trust me, more worthy of pride.

"Our strings and our toes are bad, we must own, But they can be easily mended.

I have done," said the shoe, in a kind, easy tone, And it gaped as the lecture was ended.

New toes and new heels now the old shoes have got,

New strings, too, their beauty renew;

Frank wears them in peace, and has never forgot The words of the friendly old shoe.

MRS. FOLLEN.

A GOOD NIGHT SONG.

To bed, to bed, my curly head,
To bed, and sleep so sweetly;
Merry and bright with the morning light,
Be up and dress'd so neatly.

Then for a walk, and a pleasant talk,
About the birds and flowers;
And all the day, in work and play,
We'll pass the happy hours.

And then to bed, to rest the head,
And sleep until the morrow:
May every day thus glide away,
Without a shade of sorrow.

ANONYMOUS.

ON THE CLOCK.

SEE the neat little clock, in the corner it stands,
And points out the time with its two pretty hands:
The one shows the minute, the other the hour,
As you often may see in the church's high tower.

The pendulum swings inside the long case,

And sends the two hands round the neat, pretty face;

And lest they should move on too slow or too quick, It swings to and fro with a tick-a-tick tick.

There's a nice little bell, which a hammer does knock, And when we hear that we may tell what's o'clock; But we love twelve and five, as it then is our rule, Our lessons to finish, and march out of school.

Hark! hark! now it strikes :-there's one, two three, four,

Five, six, seven, eight-Will it strike any more? Yes, yes, if you listen, you'll hear when 'tis doneNine, ten, eleven, twelve, and the next will be one.

But the wheels would not move, nor the pendulum swing,

Nor the hammer's tap, tap, make the little bell ring; Only two little weights pull the wheels round and round,

· And while they're in motion they still make a sound.

So must I, like the Clock, have my face clean and bright,

And my hands while they're moving should always do right:

My tongue must be guided to say what is true,
Wherever I go, or whatever I do.

COX AND WYMAN, PRINTERS, great queen sTREET, LONDON