ight. He has something more to be
proud of than any of us."

FANNIE.

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JENNY AND TIMOTHY WREN.

SWEET little, neat little Miss Jenny Wren,
On a white hawthorn spray,
In the bright month of May,
Sat chirping so sweet,--
"Pewhit and pewheet,"
Where daisies unfold.
And kingcups of gold
Shine out on a glad May morning.

Down-crested, brown-breasted Timothy Wren,
As he fluttered along,
Trilled the snatch of a song;
Then chirruped her name
As near her he came,
And told of his love,
As meek as a dove,
To Jenny, that bright May morning.

"Hear, Jenny, dear Jenny, sweet Jenny Wren:
If you'll be my own wife,
I will love you through life;
We'll gather the moss,
Soft feathers, and floss;
And build us a nest,
The neatest and best,
And sing through the bright May mornings."

May blossoms, gay blossoms, curtained their nest:
Through the tiny mouse-hole,
Little Jenny she stole;
There, of no one afraid,
Ten fine eggs she laid,
While Timothy dear
Sang blithely and clear,
"How sweet are the bright May mornings!"

GEORGE BENNETT.

WHAT MAMIE DID.

MAMIE is a little girl five years old, with bright black eyes, and rosy
red cheeks.

She is very fond of "The Nursery," as are a great many other Mamies.

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Now, which Mamie is this story about? They are all wondering, but cannot
tell certainly, till they have heard it read.

Well, one cold winter's day, _this_ little Mamie came to her mother with
a very urgent request. What do you suppose it was? To go out coasting?
No.

To go to visit her little friend Nellie? No.

To take a sleigh-ride with her papa? Wrong again.

Ah! you can never guess, and I will tell you.

It was this: "O mamma! do put on my things, and let me go out and get
_ex_scribers for 'The Nursery.'"

Mamma shook her head; though she could not help laughing at the little
girl's mistake, for she meant _sub_scribers. It _is_ a hard word; but
this little Mamie knew the meaning well.

"O mamma! _please_ d