THE DONKEY. Just look at that donkey, how patient he stands, How steady to market he carries the milk, Sometimes in a neat little carriage he draws With slow equal steps, to receive the fresh air, Yon old man so poor, drives his donkey around, He just earns a living, and loves the good beast, P.M. Though the ass has long ears, and a rough rugged coat, "Tis naughty to put him to pain, To beat him with sticks, or to pelt him with stones. God made not one creature in vain. THE FIRE. I have a dreadful tale to tell, A little boy was left alone, He with the poker touch'd the bars, And then he nearer came ; At last a spark flew out, and set His pinafore in flame. C.M. To teach them with care, to supply them with food; O what a most desolate lot! To such you should ever be kind, And feel a more brotherly love; To cheer up their hearts, and awaken their smiles, And make their days happily move. Of all things, pray never forget Most thankful to heaven to be, For parents so good, and so kind, and so true, And ever most dutiful be; And seek the good favour of God, And to His instructions attend, That when parents, and friends, and kindred are dead, He may be to you parent and friend. PITY TO THE AFFLICTED. We always should be very kind, L.M. |