"To whit! to whit! to whee!

Will you listen to me?

Who stole four eggs I laid,

And the nice nest I made?
Bob-a-link! Bob-a-link!
Now, who do you think,
Stole my nice nest away
From the plum-tree to-day."

"Moo-oo!

"Not I," said the cow, Such a thing I'd never do;

I gave you a wisp of hay,

But did not take your nest away,
Not I," said the cow, "Moo-oo!
Such a thing I'd scorn to do."

"To whit! to whit! to whee! Oh! listen to me.

Who stole the eggs I laid

And the nice nest I made ?"

"Not I," said the dog, "Bow, wow!
I would not be so mean, I VOW;
I gave some hairs the nest to make,
But the nest I did not take."

"Cuckoo! cuckoo ! cuckoo !
Let me speak a word too;
Who stole the pretty nest
From little Yellow-Breast?"

"Not I," said the sheep, 66 Oh, no! I would not treat a poor bird so,

I

gave the wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine ; Baa! baa!" said the sheep, "Oh, no! I would not treat a poor bird so!"

"Caw! caw!" cried the crow,
"I should like to know,
What thief took away
A bird's nest to-day."

"Cluck! cluck!" said the hen,
"Don't ask me again!
Why, I haven't a chick
Would do such a trick.
We all gave her a feather,
And she wove them together;
I'd scorn to intrude

On her and her brood.

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

"Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr !
We will make a great stir ;
Let us find out his name,
And all cry, For shame!"

"I would not rob a bird,"
Said little Mary Green;
"I think I never heard
Of any thing so mean."

"'Tis very cruel, too,"

Said little Alice Neal : "I wonder if he knew

How sad the bird would feel?"

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 didn't like to tell his name.

TRUE GREATNESS.

"How big was Alexander, pa ?
The people called him great;
Was he like old Goliah, tall-
His spear a hundredweight?

"Was he so large that he could stand
Like some tall steeple high;
And, while his feet were on the ground,
His hands could touch the sky ?”

"Oh, no, my child; about as tall As I, or uncle James;

'Twas not his stature made him great, But greatness of his name."

"His name so great! I know 'tis long, But easy quite to spell ;

And more than two, three years ago,
I knew it very well."

"I mean, my child, his actions were
So great, he got a name
That every person spoke his praise
And told his deeds of fame."

"Well, what great actions did he do? I wish to know it all."

"Why, he it was who conquer'd Tyre, And levell❜d low its wall!