GIVING WITH PRUDENCE.
I see, Mama, said little Jane,
A beggar coming down the lane;
O, let me take him (may not I?)
This cheese-cake and some currant pie.
Your charity I much approve,
And something you may take him, love;
But let it be some bread and cheese,
Much better than such things as these.
By giving sweetmeats to the poor
Who never tasted them before,
We spoil the good we have in view,
And teach them wants they never knew.
THE FIELD DAISY.
I’m a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the spring,
In the meadows green I’m found
Peeping just above the ground,
And my stalk is cover’d flat,
With a white and yellow hat
Little lady, when you pass
Lightly o’er the tender grass,
Skip about, but do not tread
On my meek and healthy head
For I always seem to say,
Chilly winter’s gone away.