Yet there was a naughty boy once who tried to catch a poor Robin, as he was hopping about, picking up the crumbs. The bird escaped, and got upon a rail; but the boy in pursuing him, fell down, and hurt himself so much, that he kept his bed for a fortnight; a just punishment for his want of hospitality.
The Nursery.
There is nothing more tender than the love of a mother to her child. Here is the nursery. Do but observe with what care the fond parent tends her child, though it often cries, and is peevish. Whatever be the trouble it gives.
“Parental love shall never cease,
But always will remain.”
How many sports are sought for, to divert the mother’s darling!