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ON LIFE AND DEATH.

Life and the grave two different lessons give;
Life shows us how to die, death how to live

THE INFANT'S GRACE BEFORE AND AFTER MEAT.

BLESS me, O Lord, and let my food strengthen me to serve thee, for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.
I desire to thank God, who gives me food to eat every day of my life. Amen.

THE SUM OF THE TEN COMMANDMENTS.

WITH all thy soul love God above,
And as thyself thy neighbor love

OUR SAVIOR'S GOLDEN RULE

BE you to others kind and true,
As you'd have others be to you,
And neither do nor say to men
Whate'er you would not take again

CHOICE SENTENCES.

1. PRAYING will make thee leave sinning, or sinning will make thee leave praying.
2. What we are afraid to speak before men, we should be afraid to think before God.

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THE DUTIFUL CHILD'S PROMISE.

I WILL fear God and honor the good.
I will honor my father and mother,
I will obey my superiors.

INSTRUCTIVE QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.

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Q Who made you? A. God.
Q. Who redeemed you? A. JESUS CHRIST.
Q. Who sanctifies and preserves you?
A. The Holy Ghost.
Q. Of what are you made? A. Dust.
Q. What doth that teach you?
A. To be humble, and mindful of death.
Q. For what end were you made?
A. To serve God.
Q. How must you serve him?
A. In spirit and in truth.

DR. WATTS'S CRADLE HYMN.

HUSH, my dear; lie still and slumber
  Holy angels guard thy bed;
Heavenly blessings, without number,
  Gently falling on thy head.

Sleep, my babe! Thy food and raiment,
  House and home, thy friends provide,
All without thy care or payment;
  All thy wants are well supplied.

How much better thou'rt attended
  Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven he descended,
  And became a child like thee!

Soft and easy is thy cradle;
  Coarse and hard thy Savior lay,
When his birthplace was a stable,
  And his softest bed was hay.

Blessed Babe! what glorious features.
  Spotless, fair, divinely bright! p. 22
Must he dwell with brutal creatures?
  How could angels bear the sight?

Was there nothing but a manger
  Cursed sinners could afford
To receive the heavenly Stranger?
  Did they thus affront the Lord?

Soft, my child! I did not chide thee,
  Though my song may sound too hard
'Tis thy mother sits beside thee,
  And her arms shall be thy guard.

Yet to read the shameful story,
  How the Jews abused their King,
How they served the Lord of glory,
  Makes me angry while I sing.

See the kinder shepherds round him,
  Telling wonders from the sky;
There they sought him, there they found him,
  With his virgin mother by.

See the lovely Babe a-dressing--
  Lovely Infant! how he smiled!
When he wept, his mother's blessing
  Soothed and hushed the holy Child.

Lo! he slumbers in a manger,
  Where the horned oxen fed
Peace, my darling! here's no danger
  Here's no oxen near thy bed.

'Twas to save thee, child, from dying,
  Save my dear from burning flame,
Bitter groans and endless crying,
  That thy blest Redeemer came.

May'st thou live to know and fear him,
  Trust and love him, all thy days; p. 23
Then go dwell forever near him,
  See his face, and sing his praise.

I could give thee thousand kisses,
  Hoping what I most desire;
Not a mother's fondest wishes
  Can to greater joy aspire.

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O GREAT Almighty God above,
Plant in my breast a fund of love,
That I thy mercies may adore,
And bless and praise thee evermore.

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THE boy that's to his book inclined
Will soon a golden treasure find.

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