ISAAC WATTS.

LITTLE THINGS.

Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.

Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

EBENEZER COBHAM BREWER.

HE PRAYETH BEST.

These two stanzas, the very heart of that great poem, "The Ancient
Mariner," by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), sum up the lesson of
this masterpiece--"Insensibility is a crime."

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.

He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small:
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.

SAMUEL T. COLERIDGE.

TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star!
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the glorious sun is set,
When the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle all the night.

In the dark-blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Guides the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star!

PIPPA.

"Spring's at the Morn," from "Pippa Passes," by Robert Browning
(1812-89), has become a very popular stanza with little folks. "All's
right with the world" is a cheerful motto for the nursery and
schoolroom.

The year's at the spring,
The day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew pearled;

The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven--
All's right with the world!

ROBERT BROWNING.

THE DAYS OF THE MONTH.

"The Days of the Month" is a useful bit of doggerel that we need all
through life. It is anonymous.

Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has twenty-eight alone.
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap-year--that's the time
When February's days are twenty-nine.

OLD SONG.

TRUE ROYALTY.

"True Royalty" and "P