XVII. At Church.

AT church last Sunday afternoon,

There was a naughty boy;

Who talk'd and play'd,

And noises made,

And would go home too soon,

And made pretence to cry.

His sister, whom he sadly teas'd,

Was forc'd to take him out;

And kindly said,

My dearest Ned,

Papa will be displeas'd,

To hear of this no doubt.

"But I will promise not to tell,

This time, if you'll be good,

And sit quite still."

Ned said, '' I will;"

And Ned has since behaved as well,

As little children should.