to behold.
The table-cloth and napkin there
Are smeared in every fold.

Upon the floor, crumbs thickly lie,
As though for chickens laid,
Around his mouth and nose, oh fie!
Is dirt of every shade.

He looks, bedaubed with smear and stain,
Just like some savage wild,
His hands as forks are used, it's plain.
For shame! You dirty child!

Selfishness

Look at the selfish man! see how he locks
Tight in his arms his mortgages and stocks!
While deeds and titles in his hand he grasps,
And gold and silver close around he clasps.
But not content with this, behind he drags
A cart well-laden with ponderous bags;
The orphan's wailings, and the widow's woe
From mercy's fountain cause no tears to flow;
He pours no cordial in the wounds of pain;
Unlocks no prison, and unclasps no chain;
His heart is like the rock where sun nor dew
Can rear one plant or flower of heavenly hue.
No thought of mercy there may have its birth,
For helpless misery or suffering worth;
The end of all his life is paltry pelf,
And all his thoughts are centred on--himself:
The wretch of both worlds; for so mean a sum,
First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come.

[Illustration: Our selfish Brother who became a Screw.]

[Page 66--Lying Land]

[Illustration: Bad Boy blaming dog for Broken Vase.]

Bad Boy having broken a Vase told his Mother that the Dog did it, but
when his Mother was going to beat the poor Innocent Dog he felt sorry,
and told the truth.

Truthful Dottie; Or The Broken Vase

Nellie and Dottie
Both here mamma say,
"Pray from the drawing-room
Keep away.

Don't take your toys there,
Lest someone should call:
Run out in the garden
With rope, bat and ball."

The garden is lovely,
This bright summer day;
But Nellie and Dottie
Too soon came away.

Into the drawing-room
Dottie comes skipping,
With her new rope
All the furniture flipping:

Down goes the tall vase,
So golden and gay,
Smashed all to pieces,
"What will mamma say?"

Cries Nell with her hands raised,
"Oh Dottie, let's run;
They'll think it was pussy,
Who did it in fun."

Dot answers, through big tears,
"But, Nell, don't you see,
Though nobody watched us,
God knows it was me.

Mamma always says,
That, whatever we do,
The harm's not so great,
If we dare to be true.

So