THE KIND BROTHER.
Coach is tackled;
Sister, run,
Put your gloves
And bonnet on!
It is about
A week ago,
We were promised,
Sis, you know,
Were we good,
We should to-day
Take the coach
And ride away.
Cousins now
Are all at home;
Glad they’ll be
To see us come.
Oh, how pleasant
’Tis to ride,
All along
The river side!
Sister, come,
Do not delay,
’Tis quite time
To start away.
Now you’r crying!
Are’nt you well?
What’s the matter?
Mary, tell?
THE FIRST LIE.
Brother, do not
Ask me why!
Yet, you’ll hear,—
I’ve told a lie!
And here, shut up,
I’m doomed to stay,
And weep and mourn
The livelong day!
Dear Harry I’m
Afraid that you
And Harriet,
Will hate me too.
For, since I’ve told
This lie, mamma
Don’t speak to me,
Nor does papa.
Not once upon me
Have they smiled,
Since I was such
A wicked child.
Oh, they will hate me,
I’m afraid,
And God, who heard
The words I said,
Will shut all liars
Out of heaven;
Oh, can I ever
Be forgiven?
HARRY.
Dear sister, I
Will tell mamma
How bad you feel,
And ask papa
This evening, when
We kneel to pray,
To ask that God
May wash away
Your sins, and help you,
Every day,
To speak the truth
Whate’er you say.
But first, I’ll send
The coach away
I do not wish
To ride to-day.
