a Mouse in the room,
It is under the drawers.

O silence, John said,
Do not make such a noise;
The Mouse is afraid
Of us little boys.

It is gentle and weak,
And can never do harm;
But it gives a faint squeak
At the slightest alarm.

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SHORT ADVICE.

Hear,
Dear
Little Son;
Go
Slow;
Do not run.

Near
Here
Is a well;
Poor
Moore
In it fell.

Down
Town
Do not stray;
There
Dare
Not to play.

Do you
Make a rule;
Come
Home
Straight
From school.

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LEARNING TO GO ALONE.

Come, my darling, come away,
Take a pretty walk to-day;
Run along and never fear,
I'll take care of baby dear;
Up and down with little feet,
That's the way to walk, my sweet.

Now it is so very near,
Soon she'll get to mother dear,
There she comes along at last,
Here's my finger, hold it fast;
Now one pretty little kiss,
After such a walk as this.

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CHARITY.

Do you see that old beggar who stands at the door?
Do not send him away--we must pity the poor.
Oh, see how he shivers!--he's hungry and cold,
For people can't work when they grow very old.

Go, set near the fire a table and seat;
And Betty shall bring him some bread and some meat.
I hope my dear children will always be kind,
Whenever they meet with the aged and blind.

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For a Little Girl that did not like to be Washed.

What! cry to be wash'd, and not love to be clean!
There go and be dirty, not fit to be seen,
And 'till you leave off, and I see you have smiled,
I won't take the trouble to wash such a child.

Suppose I should leave you now just as you are,
Do you think you'd deserve a sweet kiss from papa?
Or to sit on his knee, and learn pretty great A,
With fingers that have not been washed all the day!

Ah, look at your fingers, you see it is so?
Did you ever behold such a little black row?

And for _once_ you may look at yourself in the glass:
There's a face to belong to a good little lass!

Come, come, now I see you're beginning to clear,
You won't be so foolish again then, my dear?

The Snow Ball.

Little Edward loved to go
Playing in the drifted snow,
Like some little boys I know;
Cold Edward!

He a solid snow ball made,
(Friendly tricks at home he played),
Which he in his pocket laid;
Wise Edward!

Very hard that day