Do not rudely point or touch: Food that others might enjoy; Never choose the daintiest food, THE CRUST OF BREAD I MUST not throw upon the floor My parents labor very hard For wilful waste makes woeful want, Oh! how I wish I had the bread "HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE" How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower! "Let Dogs Delight to Bark and Bite" 99 How skilfully she builds her cell! With the sweet food she makes. In works of labor or of skill, I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play, That I may give for every day Some good account at last. Isaac Watts [1674-1748] "LET DOGS DELIGHT TO BARK AND BITE” LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, But, children, you should never let Your little hands were never made Let love through all your actions run, Live like the Blessed Virgin's Son, That sweet and lovely child. His soul was gentle as a lamb, Now Lord of all, He reigns above, Isaac Watts [1674-1748] 815456 THE SLUGGARD 'Tis the voice of a sluggard; I heard him complain, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber"; Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number; I passed by his garden, and saw the wild brier I made him a visit, still hoping to find That he took better care for improving his mind; Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me; THE VIOLET Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower, Dirty Jim Yet there it was content to bloom, And there diffused a sweet perfume, Then let me to the valley go, That I may also learn to grow In sweet humility. ΙΟΙ Jane Taylor [1783-1824] DIRTY JIM THERE was one little Jim, 'Tis reported of him, And must be to his lasting disgrace, That he never was seen With hands at all clean, Nor yet ever clean was his face. His friends were much hurt To see so much dirt, And often they made him quite clean; But all was in vain, He got dirty again, And not at all fit to be seen. It gave him no pain To hear them complain, Nor his own dirty clothes to survey; His indolent mind No pleasure could find In tidy and wholesome array. The idle and bad, Like this little lad, May love dirty ways, to be sure; But good boys are seen, To be decent and clean, Although they are ever so poor. Jane Taylor [1783-1824] THE PIN "DEAR me! what signifies a pin, So onward tripped the little maid, Nor did she think (a careless chit) Next day a party was to ride, To see an air balloon; And all the company beside Were dressed and ready soon; But she a woeful case was in, For want of just a single pin. In vain her eager eyes she brings, To every darksome crack; There was not one, and yet her things Were dropping off her back. She cut her pincushion in two, But no, not one had fallen through. At last, as hunting on the floor, The carriage rattled to the door, Then rattled fast away; But poor Eliza was not in, For want of just a single pin! There's hardly anything so small, |