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 For one little girl was with blood all besmeared, The other was holding a razor.

Now Abby was washed, and a plaster they bring For the cut on her face most befitting; And Lydia was told what a terrible thing, She'd been on the point of committing.

They were warned for the future such play-*things to shun, And I trust they remember their warning; For I've heard of no mischief these children have done, Since that most unfortunate morning.

NATURE SPEAKS OF GOD.

How beautiful this world, O Lord! On every side thy hand I see; The earth is with thy bounties stored, All nature seems to speak of thee! Oh, teach a little child to know And love that God who made them so!

Each fowl that swiftly wings the air, And warbling birds on every tree, All claim our heavenly Father's care, And they, too, seem to speak of thee. Oh, teach a little child to know And love that God who made them so!