While some poor creatures scarce can tell
Where they may lay their head,
I have a home, wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.
While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal,
Lord, I am taught thy name to fear,
And do thy holy will.
THE RUDE GIRL.
Jane Jones was a very rude girl. One morning she wished to visit one of her companions. As she came to the gate, she found it was locked. Instead of going into the house for the key, with which she might have unlocked it, and gone through without danger, she undertook to climb over the fence! In the picture on the next page, you can see her falling head foremost to the ground. If her neck is not broken, she may be very thankful.
THE RUDE GIRL.
How strange that children will ever be found climbing over fences! The falls and bruises of their companions seem not to warn them of the danger of it. We can scarcely pass through the streets without seeing some upon the fence tops. Had this little girl just taken warning by what she had seen the day before, it would now have been well with her. But the fall of her school mate she soon forgot—sooner than she will forget the bruises she has now received.—Well, we hope that at least she will keep off from fence tops hereafter. It is really too bad for any girl to attempt to climb fences, and we are sure that none would wish to, after such a fall as Jane has had.