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cause it gave him pleasure to do good. After meeting, my little friend went home, and described the exercises', telling his little brother that he joined in the singing.

At this time Albert was in perfect health, and little thought that this was the last meeting he should ever attend. But it was so.

This was Monday. On the next Thursday night, he was taken very ill`; and on Friday morning, God took his gentle spirit to another world, and left his body silent and cold in death, while the smile of happiness still rested on his lovely countenance. Albert now lives in the world of spirits.

I do not think that he has forgotten what he did while he was on earth. He has not forgotten his last gift to the heathen. Do you think, my young reader', that Albert is now sorry that he gave twice as much as he was required to give'?

LESSON XXXIV.

A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER.

ERE on my bed my limbs I lay',
God grant me grace my prayers to say.
O God', preserve my mother dear
In strength and health for many a year';
And, O, preserve my father too',
And may I pay him reverence due';
And may I my best thoughts employ
To be my parents' hope and joy`;
And O, preserve my brothers, both'
From evil doings, and from sloth';
And may we always love each other',
Our friends, our father', and our mother'.

THE WAY TO BE HAPPY.

And still, O Lord', to me impart
An innocent and grateful heart',
That, after my last sleep', I may
Awake to an eternal day.`

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LESSON XXXV.

THE WAY TO BE HAPPY.

How pleasant it is, at the end of the day
No follies to have to repent';—
To reflect on the past', and be able to say',
That my time has been properly spent.

When I've done all my business with patience and care',

And been good, and obliging, and kind',
I lie on my pillow and sleep away there',
With a happy and peaceable mind.

But instead of all this, if it must be confessed
That I careless and idle have been',

I lie down as usual to go to my rest',
But feel discontented within.

Then as I don't like all the trouble I've had',
In future I'll try to prevent it';

For I never am naughty' without being sad`,
Or good-without being contented.

LESSON XXXVI.

THE LITTLE CRIPPLE'S COMPLAINT.

I'm a helpless, crippled child`;

Gentle Christian', pity me';

Once in rosy health I smiled',
Blithe and gay as you can be',
And, upon the village green',
First in every sport was seen.

Now, alas! I'm weak and low',
Cannot either work or play`;
Tottering on my crutches slow',
Drag along my weary way'
Now no longer dance and sing'
Gaily in the merry ring.

Many sleepless nights I live',
Turning in my weary bed';
Softest pillars cannot give
Slumber to my aching head';
Constant anguish makes it fly
From my wakeful, heavy eye.

And, when morning beams return',
Still no comfort beams for me';
Still my limbs with fever burn',
Painful shoots my crippled knee',
And another tedious day'
Passes slow and sad away.

From my chamber windows high,
Lifted to my easy chair'

I the village green can spy

Once I used to follow there'March, or beat my new-bought drum`: Happy times'! no more to come.

There I see my fellows gay'
Sporting on the daisied turf,
And amidst their cheerful play',

TO A LITTLE GIRL THAT HAS TOLD A LIE.

Stopped by many a merry laugh';

But the sight I cannot bear',

Leaning in my easy chair.

Let not then the scoffing eye,
Laugh', my twisted leg to see';
Gentle Christian', passing by',
Stop awhile and pity me';
And for you I'll breathe a prayer',
Leaning in my easy chair."

LESSON XXXVII.

TO A LITTLE GIRL THAT HAS TOLD A LIE.

AND has my darling told a lie'!
Did she forget that God was by'?
'That God', who saw the thing she did',
From whom no action can be hid'?
Did she forget that God could see',
And hear', wherever she might be'?

He made your eyes, and can discern',
Which ever way you think to turn';
He made your ears', and he can hear',
When you may think nobody's near`;
In every place, by night or day',
He watches all you do and say.

You thought, because you was alone',
Your falsehood never could be known';
But liars always are found out',
Whatever ways they wind about';
And always be afraid my dear',
To tell a lie', for God can hear !

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I wish, my dear', you'd always try
To act as shall not need a lie';
And when you wish a thing to do,
That has been once forbidden you',
Remember that', nor ever dare
To disobey-for God is there!

Why should you fear to tell me true'?
Confess, and then I'll pardon you:
Tell me you're sorry`, and will try
To act much better by and by',
And then' whate'er your crime has been',
It won't be half so great a sin.

But cheerful, innocent and gay',
As passes by the smiling day',
You'll never have to turn aside',
From any one your faults to hide':
Nor heave a sigh, nor have a fear',
That either God, or I should hear.

LESSON XXXVIII.

VARIOUS OBJECTS, WITH THEIR PROPERTIES.

1. A BELL gives a brisk sound when we strike it with a key', or with a stone', or with a large nail. If we strike an egg cup made of wood', or if we strike a board or a table with a key', none of these things will give such a sound. A wine glass will also produce a pretty brisk sound'; but if we strike it hard with a nail or a stone', it will break. We hear every

sound by means of our ears', which God has formed and placed on each side of our heads', that we may listen to our teachers', and be able to talk with one another.

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