The bell is tolling, tolling,
For one whose day is gone;
To where time is no longer,
That weary soul has gone.
And soon 'twill toll for me,
And then my home will be
Where the watch ticks no more,
And the clock strikes no more,
And there's no more time for me.
"A GOOD NAME IS RATHER TO BE CHOSEN
THAN GREAT RICHES.
CHILDREN, choose it,
Don't refuse it;
"Tis a precious diadem:
Highly prize it,
Don't despise it;
You will need it when you 're men.
Love and cherish,
Weep and nourish,
"Tis more precious far than gold;
Watch and guard it,
Don't discard it;
You will want it when you
THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL.
THE mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former call'd the latter "Little Prig;"
Bun replied,
You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together,
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so huge as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry:
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track;
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry, forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.
THE CHILD'S PRAYER.
LORD, look down on me,
Sinful though I be,
Draw my heart to Thee.
Teach me how to pray,
Take my sins away,
Help me to obey.
Make me Thine own child,
Humble, meek, and mild,
By no sin defiled.
Lord, be Thou my Friend,
All my steps attend,
Keep me to the end.
In Thy faith and fear,
May I serve Thee here,
Till Thou shalt appear;
Then, Lord, saved by grace,
In yon happy place
I shall see Thy face;
Then, from sin quite free,
Heaven my home shall be,
There to dwell with Thee.
ONCE there was a little boy,
With curly hair and pleasant eye;
A boy who always spoke the truth,
And never, never told a lie.
And when he trotted off to school,
The children all about would cry,
"There goes the curly-headed boy,
The boy who never tells a lie."
And everybody loved him so,
Because he always told the truth,
That every day, as he grew up,
'Twas said, "There goes the honest youth!"
And when the people that stood near
Would turn to ask the reason why,
The answer would be always this:
"Because he never tells a lie."
GOD intrusts to all
Talents few or many;
None so young and small
That they have not any.
Though the great and wise
Have a greater number,
Yet my one I prize,
And it must not slumber.
God will surely ask,
Ere I enter heaven,
Have I done the task
Which to me was given ?
Little drops of rain
Bring the springing flowers,
And I may attain
Much by little powers.
Every little mite,
Every little measure,
Helps to spread the light,
Helps to swell the treasure.
TABLE RULES FOR LITTLE FOLK.
IN silence I must take my seat,
And give God thanks before I eat;
Must for my food in patience wait,
Till I am ask'd to hand my plate;
I must not scold, nor whine, nor pout,
Nor move my chair nor plate about ;
With knife, or fork, or any thing,
I must not play; nor must I sing;
I must not speak a useless word,
For children must be seen-not heard;
I must not talk about my food,
Nor fret if I don't think it good;
I must not say, "The bread is old;"
"The tea is hot ;" "The coffee 's cold;"
I must not cry for this or that,
Nor murmur if my meat is fat;
My mouth with food I must not crowd,
Nor, while I'm eating, speak aloud;
Must turn my head to cough or sneeze,
And, when I ask, say "If you please;"
The table-cloth I must not spoil,
Nor with my food my fingers soil;
Must keep my seat when I have done,
Nor round the table sport or run;
When told to rise, then I must put
My chair away with noiseless foot;
And lift my heart to God above,
In praise for all His wondrous love.
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