each favourite play.

But see how quickly Anne returns,
A cheerful look she wears,
And softly, underneath her cloak,
Med'cine and food she bears.

These to her mother, day by day,
With duteous love she gives,
Whilst little Edward's cheerful smile,
Her anxious care relieves.

[Illustration: _to follow pa. 30_

_Anne and Edward_

Part I.]

[Illustration: _to follow pa. 30_

_Anne and Edward_

Part II.]

ANNE AND EDWARD.

PART II.

Bright shines the sun, the gentle breeze
In soften'd murmurs blows,
And softly through the verdant mead,
The little streamlet flows.

Close by yon fragrant violet bank,
Beneath the spreading thorn,
His mother's stool and cushion'd chair
Are by young Edward borne.

And from the lowly cottage door,
With feeble steps and slow,
Anna supports her mother's frame,
As to the bank they go.

There, seated on her pillow'd chair,
She breathes the balmy breeze,
Whilst Anne and Edward quietly
Are seated at her knees.

With merry hearts they now can meet
Her kind approving eye,
And to her various questions give
A cheerful, quick reply.

They have not now her death to fear,
But know, that time and care,
Will soon restore their mother dear,
To their most ardent prayer.

GEORGE AND EDMUND.

"Come hither, George," young Edmund cried,
"Come quickly here to me,
For yonder floats the little boat,
Upon the swelling sea.

"'Tis fasten'd by a single rope,
And there is each an oar,
And were we once but safely in,
We soon could push from shore."

"Oh! go not, Edmund," George replied,
"The storm is rising fast,
The forest bends, the sea-spray flies,
Before the howling blast."

"The wind may howl--perhaps it does,
But not so loud as you,
Who always scold and cry out 'Don't',
When pleasure is in view."

In anger Edmund spoke, and turn'd
In pride and scorn away,
To where the boat so temptingly,
Toss'd in the little bay.

He loos'd the rope, he seized the oar,
And vaulted o'er the side,
And rapidly his little boat
Flies through the stormy tide.

The wind is loud, the waves are strong,
And vainly Edmund strives
To guide his boat, which furiously
The tempest onwar