ver a baby
We feel in the race
For a name and a place.

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_OUR KENNETH._

Written for our pet, as indicative of what he _should be_ but _is not_.

Know ye our little black-eyed boy?
His name is Kenney Stone;
Now listen, for he always speaks
In such a gentle tone.

He never says "I will!" "I wi'n't!"
He's never rough nor rude,
But always bows with, "Thank you; please;"
And tries to be so good.

Our Kenneth never kicks nor strikes,
Nor makes an ugly face;
He never slides down banisters,
Nor puts things out of place.

He never says a naughty word,
Nor tells a big, big story!
O, no, nor even a little one,
To make us all so sorry.

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Our Kenneth is a gentleman,
He will not scratch nor bite;
He never speaks to any child,
A word that is not right.

Our Kenneth never slams the doors
Nor stamps along the halls;
He goes away when he is told,
And comes when mamma calls.

Our Kenneth, everybody loves,
Because he's so polite,
Our darling little black-eyed boy,
Our Kenney Stone so bright.

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_TO MY TEN-YEARS-OLD._

On thy cheek the roses lie;
Lilies, on thy forehead fair;
Violets blue, in each bright eye,
Sunbeams, in thy golden hair.

Pearls, within thy coral lips,
Ears and nostrils, crystal-clear,
Dainty, sea-shell finger tips,
Form, a sylph might love to wear.

Yet no beauty, thou, my child,
Save as filled with inward grace;
Save a spirit, undefiled,
Warm thy heart and wreathe thy face.

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_DARE TO SAY NO._

Dear children, you are sometimes led
To sorrow, sin, and woe, {289}
Because you have not courage quite,
And dare not answer, No.

When playmates tell you this, or that
Is "very nice to do,"
See first what mamma says, or if
You think 'tis wrong, say No.

Be always gentle, but be firm.
And wheresoe'er you go,
If you are asked to do what's wrong,
Don't fear to answer, No.

False friends may laugh and sneer at you.
Temptations round you flow,
But prove yourself both brave and true,
And firmly tell them, No.

Sometimes a thing that's not a sin,
You might be asked to do,--
But when you think it is not best,
Don't yield, but answer, No.

True friends will honor you the more,
Ah, yes, and false ones too,
When they have lear