And rest upon my bed.

While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal,
Lord, I am taught thy name to fear,
And do thy holy will.

THE RUDE GIRL.

Jane Jones was a very rude girl. One morning she wished to visit one of
her companions. As she came to the gate, she found it was locked.
Instead of going into the house for the key, with which she might have
unlocked it, and gone through without danger, she undertook to climb
over the fence! In the picture on the next page, you can see her falling
head foremost to the ground. If her neck is not broken, she may be very
thankful.

[Illustration: THE RUDE GIRL.]

How strange that children will ever be found climbing over fences! The
falls and bruises of their companions seem not to warn them of the
danger of it. We can scarcely pass through the streets without seeing
some upon the fence tops. Had this little girl just taken warning by
what she had seen the day before, it would now have been well with her.
But the fall of her school mate she soon forgot--sooner than she will
forget the bruises she has now received.--Well, we hope that at least
she will keep off from fence tops hereafter. It is really too bad for
any girl to attempt to climb fences, and we are sure that none would
wish to, after such a fall as Jane has had.

Jane was soon able to be about again: but O, what a face did she carry!
Her cheeks were deeply scratched, and her nose was bruised almost to
flatness. The little girls with whom she formerly played could hardly
believe that it was Jane Jones, and although they loved her much they
could but pity her. Jane was never afterwards seen upon a fence: O, no!
she knew she had done wrong, and most carefully did she avoid going
where she might get another fall.

[Illustration]

[Illustration: THE CRUEL BOY.]

THE CRUEL BOY.

Ah! here is John Stevens. He took the little kitten, almost as soon as
it was born, and tied a string and a stone to its neck, and is now
throwing it into the river. Poor thing! how it will agonize and try to
get loose. But all will be in vain: the little kitten must drown.

And now, let us ask the little boy why he was led to such an act of
cruelty. He makes no answer. Verily, we should think he would feel
guilty, and certainly he looks heartily ashamed. We hope he will never
again be found engaged in such an act. If he has no parents to teach him
to do better, we pity him. But that