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THE TURTLE-DOVES.

Creep away, my bairnie,
Your 're too young to learn
To tot up and down yet,
My bonnie wee bairn;
Better creeping, careful,
Than falling with a bang,
Hurting all your wee brow,
Creep before you gang.

The little birdie falls
When it tries too soon to fly,
Folks are sure to tumble
When they climb too high;
Those who do not walk aright
Are sure to come to wrang, -
Creep away, my bairnie,

Creep before you gang.

JAMES BALLANTYNE.

THE TURTLE-DOVES.

VERY high in the pine-tree
The little Turtle-dove
Made a pretty little nursery,
To please her little love.
She was gentle, she was soft,
And her large dark eye

THE TURTLE-DOVES.

Often turned to her mate,

Who was sitting close by.

"Coo," said the Turtle-dove,

"Coo," said she,

"O, I love thee," said the Turtle-dove,
"And I love THEE."
In the long, shady branches

Of the dark pine-tree,
How happy were the doves,

In their little nursery.

The young turtle-doves

Never quarrelled in the nest;

For they dearly loved each other, Though they loved their mother best. "Coo," said the little doves,

"Coo," said she,

And they played together kindly,

In the dark pine-tree.

Is this nursery of yours,
Little sister, little brother,
Like the Turtle-doves' nest,-
Do you love one another?
Are you kind, are you gentle,

As children ought to be?
Then the happiest of nests
Is your own nursery.

AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES.

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WHAT I LOVE.

WHAT A CHILD HAS.

THE snail, see, has a house;
A fur coat has the mouse;

The sparrow has its feathers brown;
The butterfly its wings of down.

Now tell me, darling, what have you?
"I have clothes, and on each foot a shoe;
Father and mother, life and glee;

So good has God been unto me."

SONGS FROM THE GERMAN

WHAT I LOVE.

I LOVE my mother's gentle kiss,
I love to join my brother's play,

I love to walk with little sis,

And view the shops and pictures gay.

I love my toys and books to see,
I love god-mother's silver cup,
But the best thing of things to me,
Is when my father takes me up.

Father, when I'm as tall as you,

And you are small like little sis,
I'll lay you on my shoulder too,
And let you feel how nice it is.

MRS. GILMAN.