There is work for you and me?
We can help the sheaves to bind:
Idle hands we need not be.

When Maria's task is done,
We will to the nut-wood go;
Each a bag and hooked stick,
Down to pull the cluster'd bough.

Oh! how tempting ripe they hang:
Softly, softly pull them down,
Lest the bright brown nuts should fall,
And leave the empty husk alone.

Bags and pockets all are full,
And evening says we must not stay;
With heavy loads we'll hasten home,
And come again another day.

[Illustration: _to follow pa. 26_

_Autumn_]

[Illustration: _to follow Plate of Autumn_

_Winter_]

These shall be our winter store,
When Christmas holidays are come;
Then round the fire we'll social be,
And give our happy playmates some.

WINTER.

Howling through the leafless trees,
Winter calls his northern breeze.
Do no flow'rets dare appear,
In this season of the year?
Yes, amidst the wintry scene,
The daisy's lowly gem is seen;
And tho' it boasts no varied dyes,
The Christmas-rose a charm supplies.
Then through the frost and through the snow,
In a merry group we'll go,
Take our sledges and our skates,
Winter ne'er for sluggards waits.
We'll throw the snow-balls far and wide,
Beneath the mountain's hoary side;
Or build a giant tall and strong,
With shoulders broad, and limbs as long,
As Gog and Magog in Guildhall;
There it shall tower above us all,
Till sun and thaw shall melt its crown,
And bring its snowy honours down.
And when the dark'ning evening's come,
Fast away we'll scamper home,
And standing close around the fire,
The blazing faggots we'll admire,
And sip our milk, and work and read,
Till nurse cries out, "To bed! to bed!"

ANNE AND EDWARD.

PART I.

Loudly blows the northern wind,
And fast the snow descends,
Low before the driving storm,
The slender willow bends.

Why on such a dismal night
Does Anna ope her door,
And in her little ragged cloak,
Walk quickly o'er the moor?

She hastens to the neighbouring town,
To beg some friendly aid,
To save her mother, who so sick
And ill in bed is laid.

Her little brother by her side
Will watch whilst Anne's away,
And gladly, for his mother's sake,
He leaves