oor,
And sleep within the fold."

And so the white pet lamb was saved,
And played upon the moor,
And after little Mary ran
About the cottage-floor.
It fed upon cowslips tall,
And ate the grass so sweet,
And on the little garden-walk
Pattered its pretty feet;

And with its head upon her lap
The little lamb would lay
Asleep beneath the elm-tree's shade,
Upon the summer's day,
While she twined the flowers around its neck,
And called it her, "Sweet May."

Thomas Miller

[Illustration: Mary after two years absence does not know her own Pet
Lamb.]

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[Illustration: Two Pigs.]

The Pig, He is a Gentleman

The pig, he is a gentleman,
And never goes to work;
He eats the very best of food
Without knife or fork.

The pig, he is a gentleman,
And drinks the best of milk;
His clothes are good, and thick, and strong
And wear as well as silk.

The pig he, is a gentleman,
And covers up his head,
And looks at you with one eye,
And grunts beneath his bed.

He eats, and drinks, and sleeps all day
Just like his lady mother,
His father, uncle, and his aunt,
His sister, and his brother.

E. W. Cole

The Pigs

"Do look at those pigs, as they lie in the straw,"
Little Richard said to papa;
"They keep eating longer than ever I saw,
What nasty fat gluttons they are!"

"I see they are feasting," his father replied,
"They ear a great deal, I allow;
But let us remember, before we deride,
'Tis the nature, my dear, of a sow.

"But when a great boy, such as you my dear Dick,
Does nothing but eat all the day,
And keeps sucking good things till he makes himself sick,
What a glutton, indeed, we may say.

"When plumcake and sugar for ever he picks,
And sweetmeats, and comfits, and figs;
Pray let him get rid of his own nasty tricks,
And then he may laugh at the pigs."

J. T.

Five Little Pigs

Five lit-tle fingers
And five lit-tle pigs,
Of each I've a story to tell;
Look at their faces
And fun-ny curl-ed tails,
And hear what each one be-fell.

Ring-tail, that stead-y
And good lit-tle pig,
To mark-et set off at a trot;
And brought him his bas-ket
Quite full of nice things,
Con-tent-ed and pleas-ed with his lot.

Young Smil-er,