airs which were below
"This carpet they would better suit;
I think I'll have it so."

"No, no indeed," her sister said,
"I'm older, Rose, than you;
And I'm the pet--the house is mine:
Miss, what I say is true."

The quarrel grew to such a height,
Mamma she heard the noise,
And coming in, beheld the floor
All strew'd with broken toys.

"O fie, my Emma! naughty Rose!
Say, why this sulk and pout?
Remember this is New Year's Day,
And both are going out."

Now Betty calls the little girls
To come upstairs and dress:
They still revile, with threats
And angry rage express.

But just prepar'd to leave their room,
Persisting yet in strife,
Rose sick'ning fell on Betty's lap.
As void of sense or life.

Mamma appear'd at Betty's call--
John for the doctor goes;
The measles, he begins to think,
Dread symptoms all disclose.

"But though I stay, my Emma, you
May go and spend the day."
"O no, mamma," replied the child,
"Do suffer me to stay.

"Beside my sister's bed I'll sit,
And watch her with such care,
"No pleasure can I e'er enjoy,
Till she my pleasure share.

"How silly now seems our dispute,
Not one of us she knows;
How pale she looks, how hard she breathes,
Poor pretty little Rose!"

Adelaide Taylor

Quarrelling

Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 'tis their nature too.

Dr Watts

Angry Words

Poison-drops of care and sorrow,
Bitter poison-drops are they,
Weaving for the coming morrow,
Saddest memories of to-day.

Angry words, oh! let them never
From the tongue unbridled slip;
May the heart's best impulse ever
Check them ere they soil the lip.

Love is much too pure and holy,
Friendship is too sacred far,
For a moment's reckless folly
Thus to desolate and mar.

Angry words are lightly spoken,
Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred,
Brightest links of life are broken,
By a single angry word.

The Tear And The Smile

A little tear and a little smile
Set out to run a race;
We watched them closely all the while--
Their course was baby's face.

The little tear he got the start
We really feared he'd win,
He ran so fast and made a dart
Straight for her dimpled chin.