ly keeping;
For they always,
Darling Carrie,
Near to infants
Watch and tarry.

CARRIE.

Baby, baby,
Stop your play now,
And to sleep-land
Go away now.
As the bee's rocked
In the lily,
I will rock you,
Little Willy.

As the May-bough
Rocks the nest-bird,
I will rock you,
Mother's best bird.
Boys, at play there,
Hush your clatter!
Don't wake baby
With your chatter!

In the garden
Do not play now:
Go and frolic
On the hay-mow.
I am minding
Baby-brother;
For, you see, I'm
Little mother.

GEORGE BENNET.

[Illustration: MINDING BABY.]

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LITTLE MISCHIEF.

VIII.

BESSIE went into the parlor one day, and noticed that the clock did not
tick. "I must wind it up," thought she. "It must be very easy, for you
only have to turn the key round and round."

So Bessie began to turn the key. At first it would not move; but then
she tried it the other way, and it went round and round quite easily.
She was determined to do it thoroughly while she was about it: so she
went on winding and winding, and was charmed to hear it begin to tick.

But all at once it made a noise,--burr-r-r-r,--and then it stopped
ticking.

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IX.

The hands, too, that had been going so fast, stood still. What could be
the reason of it? Had it really stopped? Bessie put her ear quite near,
and listened. Yes, there was not a sound.

She began to feel frightened, and to think that perhaps, after all, she
had better have left it alone. Her mother came into the room and said,
"What are you doing, Bessie? You must have broken the mainspring of the
clock."

"I saw it was not going, mamma, and so I wound it up," sobbed out
Bessie: "I did not mean to break it." That was all she could say.

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DEEDS, NOT WORDS.

BENNY says he'll be a soldier:
He will march to fife and drum,
With a musket on his shoulder;
Never stouter heart nor bolder,
Where the shots the thickest come.
(Yet I've seen the speckled hen
Put to rout brave Captain Ben!)

Willie longs to be sailor:
He will cross the farthest seas;