lue eyes.

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GETTING UP.

Baby, baby, ope your eye,
For the sun is in the sky,
And he's peeping once again
Through the frosty window pane;
Little baby, do not keep
Any longer, fast asleep.

There now, sit in mother's lap,
That she may untie your cap,
For the little strings have got
Twisted into _such_ a knot;
Ah! for shame,--you've been at play
With the bobbin, as you lay.

There it comes,--now let us see
Where your petticoats can be;
O,--they're in the window seat,
Folded very smooth and neat:
When my baby older grows
_She_ shall double up her clothes.

Now one pretty little kiss,
For dressing you so neat as this,
And before we go down stairs,
Don't forget to say your pray'rs,
For 'tis God who loves to keep
Little babies in their sleep.

The Linnet's Nest.

Quick from the garden, Charles ran in,
With look of joy, and voice of glee;
A Linnet's nest, Papa, I've seen:
O come--'tis in the Apple-tree.

Four little birds I just could see,
And then I ran to tell you here:
For Puss was waiting near the tree,
And she will get them all, I fear.

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PLAYING WITH FIRE.

I've seen a little girl, mama,
That had got such a dreadful scar,
All down her arms, and neck, and face,
I could not bear to see the place.

Poor little girl, and don't you know
The shocking trick that made her so?
'Twas all because she went and did
A thing her mother had forbid.

For, once, when nobody was by her,
This silly child would play with fire;
And long before her mother came,
Her pin-a-fore was all in flame!

In vain she tried to put it out,
'Till all her clothes were burnt about,
And then she suffered ten times more,
All over with the dreadful sore.

For many months, before 'twas cured,
Most shocking torments she endured;
And even now in passing by her,
You see what 'tis to play with fire!

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GRATEFUL LUCY.

As Lucy with her Mother walked,
She played and gamboled, laughed and talked
'Till, coming to the river side,
She slipped, and floated down the tide.

Her faithful Carlo being near,
Jumped in to save his mistress dear;
He drew her carefully to shore,
And Lucy lives and laughs once more.

Dear generous Carlo, Lucy said,
You ne'er shall want for meat or bread;
For every day before I dine,
Good Carlo shall have some of mine.

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RUN AND PLAY.

There, run away, you little things,
And romp, an