too, he tenderly kiss'd her.

She could not then speak,
And it cost her a week
Before she recover'd her sight;
And James burn'd his bow
And his arrows, and so
I think little James acted right.

THE EXCELLENT LORD MAYOR

"Oh dear papa!" cried little Joe,
"How beautiful the Lord Mayor's show!
In that gold coach the Lord Mayor see--
How _very_ happy he must be!"

"My dear," the careful parent said,
"Let not strange notions fill your head:
'Tis not the gold that we possess
That constitutes our happiness.

"The Lord Mayor, when a little boy,
His time did properly employ;
And, as he grew from youth to man,
To follow goodness was his plan.

"And that's the cause they love him so,
And cheer him all the way they go;
They love him for his smiling face
More than for all his gold and lace."

CLEVER LITTLE THOMAS

When Thomas Poole
First went to school,
He was but scarcely seven,
Yet knew as well
To read and spell
As most boys of eleven.

He took his seat,
And wrote quite neat,
And never idly acted;
And then beside
He multiplied,
Divided, and subtracted.

His master said,
And stroked his head,
"If thus you persevere,
My little friend,
You may depend
Upon a prize next year."

WILLIAM'S ESCAPE

'Tis winter, cold winter, and William has been
To look at the place on the pool
Where Henry was drown'd by the ice breaking in,
About half a mile from the school.

And Henry was told on that very same day
He must not go into that field,
But then, as he thought, if he did disobey,
The fault might for once be conceal'd.

A lesson for William, who hangs down his head,
Without any spirits for play;
His favourite friend and companion is dead
Because _he would have his own way_.

Good Girls and Bad

REBECCA'S AFTERTHOUGHT

Yesterday Rebecca Mason,
In the parlour by herself,
Broke a handsome china basin,
Plac'd upon the mantel-shelf.

Quite alarm'd, she thought of going
Very quietly away,
Not a single person knowing
Of her being there that day.

But Rebecca recollected
She was taught deceit to shun;
An