Pleyel'S Hymn.[5]

Child, you're old enough to know That you need a Savior's love That you are a sinner too, All your wicked actions prove.

When you feel your bosom swell, Angry passions rise within And your lips speak what they feel, Something tells you--there is sin.

Christ was once a little child, But his heart was pure within; Always gentle, kind and mild; Child, you must be just like him.

B.

The thoughts contained in this song may suggest a profitable method of teaching the doctrines of native depravity; and salvation through a bleeding Savior. The pure example of Christ also, when frequently presented to the infantile mind, operates as a powerful restraint.

THE MOON IS VERY FAIR.

The moon is very fair and bright, And rises very high; I think it is a pretty sight, To see it in the sky; It shone upon me where I lay, And seem'd almost as bright as day.

The stars are very pretty too, And scatter'd all about; At first there seem a very few, But soon the rest come out: I'm sure I could not count them all They are so very bright and small.

The sun is brighter still than they, He blazes in the skies: I dare not turn my face that way, Unless I shut my eyes: Yet when he shines our hearts revive, And all the trees rejoice and thrive.

God made and keeps them every one By his great power and might; He is more glorious than the sun, And all the stars of light: But when we end our mortal race, The pure in heart shall see his face.

JANE TAYLOR.