TO A BOY JUST ENTERING ON THE WARFARE OF LIFE,

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POEMS.

A LITTLE GIRL'S PLEA FOR KINDNESS ΤΟ ΑΝΙΜALS.

BY MRS NEWTON CROSSLAND, LATE MISS TOULMIN.

COME, Rover! Ah, yes, by your tail wagging fast,

I see you make out what I say,

Of our supper we're ready to give you a taste,
At the close of this long summer's day:
Though I know you're not hungry-not very, that is-
For papa always strictly desires

That each animal kept in a dwelling of his

Should have all that its nature requires.

And the crumbs from our breakfast we scatter abroad, For the birds that fly wild in the air:

When the fruit-trees are bending beneath a rich load, We will not deny them their share.

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