See now he plays with nimble step,
And fearless of all harm;
And yet he can, on Winter days,
His little fingers warm.
A lamp, two yards above the floor,
Is fasten'd to the wall;
For candles, on a table put,
Might quickly get a fall.
A basin and a jug, and soap,
With water from the well,
Plac'd on a little frame of wood,
Suit nurse and Harry well.
And nicely furnish'd is our room,
With things that will not spoil;
Mamma too kind and thoughtful is
To make much care or toil.
She likes her darling babes to play
At liberty and ease,
And still, in having useful things,
Takes care they do not tease.
NEVER GRIEVE ONE TO PLEASE
ANOTHER.
Poor Jane! what is it grieves her so?
Why sobs her little heart?
She cries, because she wants to have
Her brother's nice new cart.
But Harry now is so intent
Unloading all his store,
She must, my darling, wait awhile,
Until his game is o'er.