I? CHI FOR LDREN. <•/"•* g^^^fe, See Page 4. BANBURY: Printed and Sold by J. G. Ru& BRIDGE-STREET. Price One Permy RUSHER'S EDITION. Where I see the blind or lame, Deaf or dumb, I'll kindly treat them I deserve to feel the same, If I mock, or hurt, or cheat them. See Page 7. I'll not willingly offend, Nor be easily offended ; What's amiss I'll strive to mend, And endure what aeu't be mended* % Ns .s Dr. WATTS's MORAL SONGS, The Sluggard, nniS the voice of the sluggard, I heard him JL complain, 6i You have wak'd me too soon, I must £>\ si u m be r agai n ; " As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides and his shoulders aod hia heavy head. ■2 A little more sleep, & a little more slumber % Thus wastes half his days and his hours without number; And when he gets up, he si is folding his K hands, [stands. Or walks about saunt'ring, or trifling he 3 I pass'd by his garden, and saw the wild brier „ The thorn and the thistle grow broader and higher; [ra^s* The clothes that hang on him are turning t© no And his money still wastes till he starves or *l he be^s. 4 I made him a visit, still hoping to find He'd took better care for improving his mindz He told wne his dreams, talk'd of eating and drinking; [thinking. But scarce reads his Bible, and never lore* 4 5 Said I then to my heart, H Here's a lesion ' for mef [be; That man's hut a picture of what I might But thanks to my friends for their rare in my breeding, [and reading. Who taught me betimes to love working Innocent Play. ABROAD in the meadowy to see the young lambs [dams, Jinn sporting about bv the side of their With (ieeces so clean and so white; Or a ne^i of young doves in a largo open cage, [or ra ./c, When they play all in love, without & tiger How much we may learn from the sight. 5 If we had been duckswe might dabble in mud, Or dogs we might play till it ended in blood ; So oul and so tierce are their natures: But Thomas and William and such pretty names, [as lambs, Should tie cleanly and harmless as doves or Those lovely sweet innocent creatures. 3 Not a thing that wC do, nor a word that we say, Should hinder another investing or play : For he's still in earnest that's hurt : How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and mire ! [ n;t % There's none but a madman will fling about And tell you 'tis all but in sport. The Ro.se. OW fair Is the rose! what a beautiful flow'r ! ii The glory of \pril and May: But the leaves are beginning to fade in aa hour, They wither and die in a day. 2 Yet the rose has one powerful virtue tt boast. Above all the flow'rs of the field ; "When its leaves are all dead, and fin$ colours are lost, How sweet a perfume it will yield ! 3 So frail is the youth and the beauty of men, They bloom and look gay, like the rose ; But all our fond care to preserve them u vain : Time kills them as fast as he goes. 4 Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty, Since both of them wither and fade; But gain a good name by well doing my duty, 'Twill scent like a rose when I'm dead. The Thief. WHY should I deprive my neighbour Of his goods against his will ? Hands were made for honest labour, ?s ot to plunder or to steal. 2 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving, By such tricks to hope for gain : All that's ever got by thieving, Turns to sorrow, shame, and pain, 3 Have not Eve and Adam taught us Their sad profit to compute? To what dismal state they brought us, When they stole forbidden fruit ! 6 4 Oft we see n young beginner Practise little pi\f-t\ng way 'Till grown up a harden'd sinner? Then the gallows ends his day! 5 Theft will not be always hkhivo, Tho' we fancy none can spy : When we take a th&iff forbidden, God beholds it with his eye. 6 Guard my heart, O God of heaven^ Lest I covet what's not mine; Lest I steal what is not given, Guard my heart and hands from %m 4 The Ant or Emmet. THESE emmets, how little they are so our eyes ! We tread them to dust and a troop of th Without our repaid or concern : Yet, wise as we are, if we went to their school. There's many a sluggard, and many a fool, Some lessons of wisdom might learn. 2 They don't wear their time out in sleeping or play, But gather up corn in a sunshiny day, For winter they lay up their stores: They manage their work in such regular forms, [the storms, You'd think they foresaw all the Frosts and And so brought their food within doors. 3 But I have less sense than a poor creeping ant, [want, If I take not care for the things I shali Ner provide against dangers in time i For when death or old age shall stare in my face, [days. What a wretch shall I be at the end of my If I trifle away all their prime! 4 Now, now while my strength and my youth are in bloom, Let me think what will serve me when sickness shall come, And pray that my sins be forgiv'n : Let me read in good books, and believe, and obey, That when death turns me out of this cottage of clay* I may dwell in a palace in heav'n. Good Resolutions* HP HO' I'm now in younger days, -*• Nor can tell what will befal me, I'M prepare for ev'ry place Where my growing age shall call me. 2 Should f ere be rich or great, Others shall partake my goodness: I'll supply the poor with meat, Never shewing scorn or rudeness. 3 Where 1 see the blind or lame, Deaf or dumb, I'll kindly treat themj I deserve to feel the same, If I mock, or hurt, or cheat them. 4 If 1 meet with railing tongues, Why should I return them railing? Since I best revenge my wrongs By my patience never failing. 5 When I hear them telling lies, Talking foolish, curbing, swearing; >>> First I'll try to make them wise, .Or I'M soon go out of hearing. 6 What tho' I be low and mean, I'll engage the rich to Jove me; While I'm modest, neat, and clean, And submit when they reprove me, 7 If 1 should be poor and sick, I shall meet I hope with pity ; Since I love to help the weak, Tho' they're neither fair nor witty- 8 I'll not willingly offend, Nor be easily offended; What's amiss I'll strive to mend, And endure what can't be mended, 9 May I be so watchful still O'er my humours and my passion, As to speak and do no ill, Tho' it should be all the fashion. 10 Wicked fashions lead to hell, Ne'er may I he found complying; But in life behave so well, Not to be afraid of dying. A Summer Evening. OW fine has tiie day been! how bright was the sun ! [run! How lovely and joyful the course that he Tho' he rose in a mibt when his race he begun, [rain ! And there follow'd some droppings of But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best, He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again. 9 2 .Fust such is the christian, hi? course he beeiiiij Lsivt Mie sun in a mi.^t, while he mourns for he sins, [shines, And melts into tears, then he breaks out and And travels his heavenlv way : But when he corner nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun he looks richer in* ace, And gives a xiire hope at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array* A Cadle Humn. TTT|X r SH! my dear, lie still, and slumber, J£ BL Holy angels ^uard thy bed! Heav'nly blessings without number Gently failing on thy head. 2 Sleep, my babe, thy food and.,! airnenf; Hou»e and home thy friends provide 5 All without thy care or payment, II hy wants are well up plied. 3 How much better thou' rt ac tended Than ihe Son of God could be, When from heaven he descended, And became a Child, like thee! 4 Soft find eat} is thy cradle; i.'o;nse and hard thy Saviour lay, When his birth-place was a stable, And is softest bed was hay. 5 Blessed babe! what glorious features, Spotless fair, divinely bright! Must he dwell wall brutal creatures; Hon could angels bea the sight! 6 Was there nothing but a manger Cursed sinners could aflord. To receive the hen nly Stranger; Did they thus allYont the Lordl K> T Soft, my child ! I did not chide thee, . Tho' my song might sound too hard , >Tis thy Mother* sits beside thee, And her arm shall be thv guard. 8 Yet, to read the shameful storv, How the .lews abus'd their King] How they serv'd the Lord of Glory, Makes me angry while J sing. 9 See the kinder shepherds round him, Telling wonders from the s-kv ! Where they sought him inhere the} found him 9 With his Virgin Mother by. 10 See the lovely Babe a dressing; Lovely Infant, how he smil'd ! When he wept, the mothers blessing Sooth'd and hush'd the holy Child! 11 Lo ! we slumbers in a manger, Wnere the horned oxen ted I Peace, my darling, here's no danger, Here's no ox a^near thy bed. 12 'Twas to save thee, chiid, from dvinjr! Save mv dear from burning flame, Bitter groans and endless cr\ing, That thy blest Redeemer came. 13 Ma\'st thou live" to know and fear him, Trust and love him all thy days; Then go dwell for ever near him, See his face and sing his praise. 14 I could give thee thousand ki>se*\, Hoping what I most desire; Not a mother's fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire. * Here you may use the words Sister, Neighboured* SELECT PIECES THE BEGGAR'S PETITION: PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span : Oh! give relief, and heav'n will bless your store. These tatter'd clothes my poverty bespeak, These hoary locks proclaim my lengthen'd years ; And many a furrow in my grief-worn cheek Has been the channel to a flood of tears. Yon house, erected on the rising ground, With tempting aspect drew me from my road; For plenty there a residence has found, And grandeur a magnificent abode. Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor ! Here, as 1 orav'd a morsel of their bread, A pamper' d menial drove me from the door, To seek a shelter in an humoler shed. O take me to your hospitable dome: Keen blows the wind, and piercing is theeold! Short is my passage to the friendly tomb ! For I am poor and miserably oid. Should [ reveal the sources of my grief, If soft humanity e'er touched your breast, your hands would not withold the kind relief, And tears ot pity would not be represt. // 12 Heav'n Bends misfortunes ; why stfotfld we Ire pi lie } [sou see ; 'Tis heaven has brought me to the state And your condition may be soon like nfcine, The child of sorrow and of misery, — A little farm was my paternal lot, [morn ; Then like the lark I spriichtl v bail'd the But ah ! oppression fore'd me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted was inv corn. Mv daughter, once the comfort of my age* Lurd by a villain from he native home, Is cast abandoned on the world's wide stage, And dooin'd in scanty poverty to roam. Mv tender wife, sweet soother of my care! Struck with sad anguish at tire stern decree, Fell, ling'fing fell, a victim to despair, And left the world to wretchedness - and me. Pitv the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to our door, Whose days aie dw indled to the shortest spin: Oh! ^ive relief, and heay'n will bless your store. The Use of Sight. a & ,^7 HAT, Charles reiunfd!" papa ex- claimed, 14 How short \ our walk has been! But Thomas — Julia — where are they ? Come, tell me what you've seen/' " So tedious, stupid, dull a walk !" &aid Charles, " I'll go no more — » 13 First stopping here, then lagging there, O er this and that to pore. ** I crossed the fields near Woodland House, And just went up the bill: Then b\ the river side came down, Near Mr. Fairplay's mill." Now Tom and Julia both ran in ; — " O dear, papa," said they^ u The sweetest walk we both have had, O, what a pleasant day! ** Near Woodland House we cross'd the fields, And by the mill we came" 16 Indeed!!" exclairo'd papa, " how's this? Your brother took the same; 9i But very dull he found the walk.— What have you there? let'*- see; — Come, Charles, en jo this eharn :in r treat, As new to you as me." ** First look, papa, at this small branch, YVhich on a tall oak grew, And by its sli n \ berries white, The ixiislletoe we knew. li A bird all green ran up a tree, A woo.- pecker we call, Who with his strong bill wounds the bark, To tted on ixtsects small. 11 And many lapwings cri^d peewit; And one, among the rest, Pretended la neness, to decoy Us from her lowly Best. j 14 u Young; starlings, martins, swallows, all Such lovely flocks, so gay ; A heron, too, which caught a fish, And with it flew away. u This bird we found, a kingfisher, Tho' dead, his plumes now bright! Do have him stufFd, my dear papa, 'Twill be a charming sight ! " When reachM the heath, how wide the space* The air how fresh and sweet ; We pluck'd these flow'rs and di/Trent heaths^ The fairest we could meet. u The distant prospect we admir'd, The mountains far and blue; A mansion here, a cottage there; — See, here's the sketch we drew. < c A splendid sight we next beheld, The glorious setting sun, In clouds of crimson, purple, gold, His? daily race was done." *• True taste and knowledge," said papa, " By observation's gain'd; You've both us'd well'tiie gift of sight, And thus reward obtain'd. 4£ My Julia, in this desk will find A drawing-box, quite new : This spy-glass, Tom, you oft desir'd, I think it now your due. *' And pretty toys, and pretty gifts. For Charles, too, s all be bought, When he can see the works of God, And pnz: taem as he o ught/' 9 •v IS The Utile Beggar Girl. HP HE RE'S a poor beggar going by -*• I see her looking in ; She's just about as big as I, Only so very thin. She has no shoes upon her feet> She is so very poor ; And hardly any thing fo eat : I pity her, I'm sure! But I have got nice clothes, you know ; And meat, and bread, and fire; And you, mamma, that love meso t And all that I desire. If I were fore'd to stroll so far. O dear, what should I do ! I wish she had a dear mamma, Just such a one as you. Here, little girl, come back again, And hold your ragged hat, For 1 will put a penny in ; So buy some bread with that* Questions and Answers. WHO shew'd the little ant the way Her narrow hole to bore? And spend the pleasant summer day, In laying up her store ? The sparrow builds her clever nest, Of wool, and hay, and moss; "Who told her how to weave it best, And lay the twigs across ? 16 Who taught the busy bee to fly A i h on .•; 1 1 1 e s w e e t est j ) ( > w ' rs, x! lay his store of honey by, To eat in winter hours ? ? Twasi Go I who shew'd them all the way, A. id ^ave their little skill ; And teaches children, if they pray, To do his holy will. M ES» s ■