When sitting on my mother's knee,
To hear her whisper "You've done right,
And tried my gentle child to be."

But then I feel ashamed and sad
If I've been cross and disobeyed,
Or if my selfish way I've had
When I with other children played.

So if at night I'd call to mind
A day of undisturbed delight,
The only way that I can find
Is to be loving and do right.

[Illustration]




THE LITTLE BEGGAR-GIRL.


[Illustration: Signed HOWLANDS.]


I've just looked from the window
To see the snow come down,
And make the streets look nice and white,
That lately were so brown.