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SONGS FOE THE NUESFEY.
We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her hrood. Cluck ! cluck !" said the hen. " Don't ask me again !
" Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr! All the hirds make a stir! Let us find out his nam«, And all cry, ' For shame !' "
" I would not rob a bird," Said little Mary Green.
" I think I never heard Of any thing so mean."
" It is very cruel, too,"
Said little Alice Neal. " I wonder if he knew
How sad the bird would feel?"
A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed ; For he stole that pretty nest From poor little Yellow-breast. And he felt so full of shame, He didn't like to tell his name.
DAME DUCK'S LECTURE.
Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
Old Mother Duck has hatched a brood Of ducklings, small and callow :
Their little wings are short, their down Is mottled-gray and yellow.
There is a quiet little stream
That runs into the moat, Where tall green sedges spread their leaves,
Aud water-lilies float.
Close by the margin of the brook
The old duck made her nest� Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass,
Aud down from her own breast.
And there she sat for four long weeks,
In rainy days and fine, Until the ducklings all came out�
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
One peeped from out beneath her wing,
One scrambled on her back. " That's very rude," said old Dame Duck:
"Get off! quack, quack, quack, quack!"
" 'Tis close," said Dame Duck, shoving out
The egg-shells with her bill; " Besides, it never suits young ducks
To keep them sitting still."
So, rising from her nest, she said,
" Now, children, look at me : A well-bred duck should waddle so,
From side to side�d'ye see ?"
"Yes," said the little ones. And then
She went on to explain : "A well-bred duck turns in its toee
As I do : try again."
" Yes," said the ducklings, waddling on.
" That's better," said their mother; " But well-bred ducks walk in a row,
Straight�one behind another."
"Yes," said the little ducks again,
All waddling in a row. " Now to the pond!" said old Dame Duck.
Splash! splash! and in they go.
THE LITTLE ROBIN-REDBREASTS.
Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
Two robin-redbreasts built their nest
Within a hollow tree; The hen sat quietly at home,
The cock sung merrily; And all the little young ones said,
" Wee-wee! wee-wee! wee-wee!"
One day the sun was warm and bright,
And shining in the sky; Cock Robin said, " My little dears,
'Tis time you learned to fly." And all the little young ones said,
" I'll try ! I'll try ! I'll try !"
I know a child, and who she is
I'll tell you by-and-by, When mamma says " Do this" or " that,"
She says, " What for ?" and " Why ?" She'd be a better child by far
If she would say, " I'll try."