AGAINST CRUELTY.
ON HOLDING A MOTH BY ITS WINGS.
Tune, "Cottage near a Wood."
Oh! how you hold that little thing!
I fear you'll break its pretty wing;
How can you like to give it pain?
Pray do now let it go again.
Ah! cruel boy! see what you've done!
No more 'twill flutter in the sun,
Or fly about by candle light,
For now 'tis kill'd; O painful sight;
Its horns are curl'd close to its head,
Its wing is off, and it is dead.
If with a fly a boy begins
To steel the heart by sticking pins,
To run its little body through,
Or pull its legs, or wings off too;
He'll do as much when grown a man,
To fellow-creatures, if he can.
AGAINST CRUELTY.-OLD PUSS.
Tune, "Hollow Drum."
Don't hurt the poor old cat,
There can be no fun in that;
And it would be cruel too;
She never tried to injure you.
She for years has kept the house
Free from thievish rat and mouse;
Puss has always faithful been,
And has kept herself so clean.
True she now is getting old,
Though she once was strong and bold;
At her prey she cannot leap,
And if caught can scarcely keep.
Poor old puss! 'twould be a shame,
Thee for uselessness to blame;
When thou can'st not active be,
Useless through infirmity.
AGAINST CRUELTY.-POOR PUSS.
Tune, "Holborn."
Oh! Harry! oh fie! do not kick the poor cat,
For pussey, I'm sure, will not thank you for that;
She was doing no harm as she sat on the mat,
She was doing, &c.
Suppose some great giant, amazingly strong,
Were often to kick you and drive you along;
Now, would you not think it exceedingly wrong?
Now, would you, &c.
And, Harry, I think, you're as greatly to blame,
When you serve poor pussey exactly the same,
For she's very gentle, and quiet, and tame,
For she's very, &c.
She is under the table, quite out of the way,
But why should you tease her, and fright her away,
She takes it in earnest, if you think it play,
She takes, &c.
There, go now and call her, and stroke her again;
And never give poor little animals pain;
For you know, when you hurt them they cannot complain,
For you know, &c.
To all his creatures free;
And spreads o'er earth the grassy blade
For worms as well as thee.
Let them enjoy their little day,
Their lowly bliss receive;
O! do not lightly take away
The life thou canst not give.
TO PARENTS AND CHILDREN.
Tune, "Mozart."
How happy and thankful poor children should be
(For great is the blessing indeed)
When they meet with kind friends who unite and agree, To teach them to work and to read.
And parents a wise and religious concern
For their children's best welfare display,
Who are not unwilling to send them to learn,
Nor indulge them in keeping away.
What parents the dreadful reflection could bear-
(Whose children bad courses begin)
That once they withheld the instruction and care,
Which might have preserved them from sin!
Instruction can never be given in vain ;
For even in worldly concerns,
Whatever the station in life we sustain,
To credit and profit it turns.
EARLY ATTENDANCE AT SCHOOL.
The clock has struck, I cannot stay,
Oh! let me rise, and haste away,
I'll take my hat and leave my home,
The hour of school at last is come.
I would be there when pray'r begins,
To ask the pardon of my sins;
To ask the blessing of the Lord,
And pray to understand his word.
Oh! shall my teachers wait in vain,
My idleness will give them pain;
No, let me rather try to be
First of their little family.
These happy days will soon be o'er,
When I must go to school no more;
I would not have to think with pain,
That I had spent my time in vain.
A SCHOOL HYMN.
Tune, "Devizes."
Father, to Thee our souls we raise,
And for a blessing look;
Guide and assist us by thy grace
To learn thy holy book.
Give us an active, humble mind,
From sloth and folly free:
Give us a cheerful heart, inclin'd
To truth and piety.
A faithful memory bestow,
With solid learning store;
And still, O Lord, as more we know,
Let us obey Thee more.
Let us things excellent discern ;
Hold fast what we approve;
And, above all, delight to learn
The lessons of thy love.
A SCHOOL HYMN.
Tune, "Manly Heart."
Jesus! behold before thy throne,
Us little children lowly bend;
Thy face we seek, thy name we own,
And pray that thou wilt be our friend.
Infants on earth thou didst receive,
And fold them to thy tender breast;
And said'st that such in heav'n should live
For ever safe, for ever blest.
Encourag'd by such matchless grace,
We in thy presence now appear;
Lord, in thy mercy shew thy face,
And meet and bless thy servants here.
Thy Holy Spirit's aid impart,
That He may teach us how to pray;
Make us sincere, and let each heart
Delight in wisdom's sacred way.
CHILDREN'S HYMN.
• Tune, "Condescension.".
Almighty Father, heav'nly King!
Who rul'st the worlds above,
Accept the tribute children bring
Of gratitude and love.
To Thee, each morning when we rise,
Our early vows we'll pay:
And ere the night has clos'd our eyes,
We'll thank thee for the day.
Our Saviour, ever good and kind,
To us his word hath giv'n;
That young ones, such as we, may find
A certain path to heav'n.
Stretch out, O Lord, thy gracious hand,
To guide our erring youth;
And lead us to that blissful land,
Where dwells eternal truth.
CHILDREN'S HYMN.
Tune, "Eaton."
Behold, dear Lord, an infant race
Lift up their voice of humble praise.
We sing the mercies thou hast shown,
The love reveal'd thro' Christ, thy Son.
We bless thy name, that here we stand
To praise thee on this happy land;
Where faithful ministers of thine
Nourish our souls with truth divine.
We bless thee for our Bibles, giv'n
To teach lost men the way to heav'n;
Sow thou the seed, and grant increase,
And fill our hearts with truth and peace.
We bless thee for the day of rest,
The day above the others blest;
We toil not then, but learn to tell
And sing the love that saves from hell.
Great are thy mercies, God of love,
O lead us on to thrones above;
There dwell the blessed of our race,
Singing the triumphs of thy grace.
Happy the children who betimes
Have learnt to know the Lord,
Who thro' his grace escape the crimes
Forbidden in his word.
Should they be early hence remov'd,
He will their souls receive;
For they whom Jesus here hath lov'd,
With him shall ever live.
The Saviour whom they trusted here,
Shall wipe their tears away;
No night of darkness shall be there,
But one eternal day.
May we, with those in bliss, O Lord,
For ever number'd be;
Taught by thy Spirit, and thy word,
To live alone to thee.
Come, holy Lord, and may each heart
Thy blessed temple prove;
Thy heav'nly likeness now impart;
And rule us all by love.
Tune, "Cambridge."
Oh, may we learn this kind command, To love the Lord our God;
Love Him with all our heart and mind;
And spread his praise abroad.
'Twas his kind hand our being gave,
And form'd us of the ground;
And 'tis the same almighty hand
That fills creation round.
Soon as our infant years began,
Our life was crown'd with love;
And ev'ry blessing we receive,
Is giv'n us from above.
Let our first thoughts, by morning light,
Ascend to God on high;
And in the ev'ning lift our thoughts
Above the starry sky.
He loves to hear our infant cries,
He bids us seek his face,
Then, like the children of his love,
Let's ask his promis'd grace.
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