would always think of God. And when we die, may we go to heaven. . God bless our fathers and mothers, and sisters and brothers, and our teachers; and make us to be obedient and kind, for Jesus Christ's sake. AMEN. My darling, cease awhile your play, You are a little child, 'tis true, And you can say that pretty hymn Come hither, draw your little seat, You are, 'tis true, a little child, Now was not that a happy child, Well, if you would such blessings share, You cannot see your Saviour now, But all your blessings from him flow; And every child who asks his love . Shall lie upon his breast above. LINES WRITTEN BY A LITTLE BOY, NINE YEARS OLD When Jesus Christ was here on earth, The Jews despis'd his lowly birth; Yet for all this He reigns above, And there is styled the God of love. His life was holy and unblam'd, The bruised reed he'll never break, quake. At length condemned, and tried, betray'd, The sun was darken’d in that hour, Re. On the third day, the seal, the stone, Then clouds did hide him from their sight, of joy, Whilst hallelujahs angel tongies employ. - LINES INTENDED FOR A WATCH PAPER. Moments swiftly fly away;. Veritè. AN EPITAPH London. cheek, And youthful vigour may your health be speak; Yet think how soon, like me, you may become In youth's fair prime, the tenants of the Verite. A. Poster, Printer, Kirkby Lonsdale. FORMER TIMES. Amongst the many mercies we enjoy, it is not the least, that we live in happy and peaceful times. That we may be daily grateful for this mercy, we shall do well often to think of the former state of things in England. Many of my readers are aware of the cruel sufferings, that our forefathers have often endured for their religion. But besides the disturbed periods of Popish persecution, this country has often been the scene of civil wars. And what misery must have then prevailed! It is bad enough for |