WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S-NEST ?

Cluck! cluck! cluck! said the hen,
Don't ask me again,

Why, I haven't a chick
Would do such a trick:

A little boy hung down his head,
And went and hid behind the bed,
For he stole that pretty nest
From poor little yellow-breast;
And he felt so full of shame,
He did n't like to tell his name.

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CHOICE POEMS.

GIVE AS YOU'D TAKE.

He ties them one by one,
And tells you all to run.

He cries, "Run, run, Dick, Lucy, and Peter, "And, remember, just so you served the Fig-eater!"

MRS. GILMAN.

GIVE AS YOU'D TAKE.

NURSERY SONGS OF SCOTLAND.

My bairnies dear, when you go out
With other bairns to play,
Take heed of everything you do,
Of every word you say;
From tricky, wee, mischievous loons
Keep back, my bairns, keep back;
And aye to all such usage give
As you would like to take.

To twist the mouth and call ill names

Is surely very bad;

Then all such doings still avoid,

They'd make your mother sad.

To shield the weakly from the strong,

Be neither slow nor slack,

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And aye to all such usage give,

As you would like to take.

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THE BIRD'S FUNERAL.

A kindly word, a soothing look,
Have ready aye for all;
We are one Maker's handiwork,
He made us great and small
We're all the children of his care;
O, then for his dear sake

Be sure such usage still to give
As you would like to take.

ALEXANDER RODGER.

THE BIRD'S FUNERAL.

HERE, in these rosy bowers,

Sleep, little bird! we crave
A spot beneath the flowers
To dig thy early grave.

So charming was thy singing!
Thou wast to us so dear,
Thy voice has ceased its ringing,
And we are weeping here.

Sweet May waked all her roses
Thy thrilling notes to hear;
And now with mourning posies
We strew thy silent bier.

SONGS FROM THE GERMAN.