When a weak babe, much trial Nor labor did she spare. When in my cradle lying, What sight is that which, near me, My mother! dearest mother When she is ill, to tend her I will honor and obey her, While God our lives shall spare. THE BOY AND THE ROSE A little boy was allowed one day to ramble about a garden, in which were many choice flowers, but his mother told him not to touch any of them. But he soon forgot what was said to him; and seeing a pretty rose, he plucked it. In a few minutes, his finger streamed with blood; for it was badly scratched; and he cried bitterly, and ran to his sister. She bound up the wound, but reproved him, saying, "Ah, brother, if you had minded what mother said, and not gathered the rose, you would not have been wounded by the thorn." If children will be satisfied with the privileges granted to them, they will be safe; but when they think they are wiser than their parents, they are sure, afterwards, like this little boy, to have reason to be sorry, |