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Of all the merry little bi
And carol from the svr
The prettiest little gentle
Is the one in coat of br<
It's cockit little Robi
And his head he kee;
Of all the other pretty fo
For he sings so swee!
Through his tiny, slei
With a little patch of red
When the frost is in the
To other little birdies s
Picking up the crumbs nc
Singing Christmas storl
Of how two tender bi
Were left in woodlan
By a cruel man who took
But Bobby saw the c
(He was watching a
And he blushed a perfect
When the changing leave
And everything seems e
Robin may be heard on t]
Singing what is solacin
And sure, from what
He's God's own little
And sings to those in grie
But once he sat fork
On a cruel Crown of '
And the blood it stained t
THE BURIAl
By Marj
"He was the nestling
tie.
"And the clinibinge
Chess, matching the hi
"I think it was perfi
ert to rock on him," c<
"Perfectly outrageo
another big word on
notice.
"Oh, but Chess, yoi
Robert was as sorry
with poor little Beauty
'storatives, and gave u
coffin, and he's going '
"I know all that,"
away at the little gra\
"I 'spec' these are
wisely changing the s
Prettv-hv-nifhts and
O ?
of one blossom into the
were long enough to lir
"Now for a teeny-we
little paws. There's jii
old Beauty Spot had t
Sunday."
"So we can play fun
"So we can have a f
THE PRESBYTERI
e Children
[RISH ROBIN.
Irish Legend.)
rds that live up in a tree
amore and chestnut,
man tnat dearest is to me
awn and scarlet waistcoat,
n!
is a-bobbin*.
wis I'd choose him,
tly still
nder bill,
upon his bosom.
air and the snow upon the grou
0 bewilderln'
>ar the window he is found,
ies to the children,
ibes
a giaaes
'em there to lose 'em;
:rime
.11 the time)!
crimsou on his bosom.
s of autumn around us thickly f
orrowful and saddening,
tie corner of a wall
g and gladdening.
I've heard,
bird,
f just to amuse 'em;
>rn
rhorn,
lis pretty little bosom.
?Selected
- OF BEAUTY SPOT.
r Hoge Wardlaw.
jest little old pet," moaned L<
st little old rascal," respond
ig word, and echoing the mo;
ectly outrageous of Uncle R<
jntinued Lottie,
us," agreed Chess, unequal
his own account at such sh<
1 oughtn't to say that! Uni
as anything! And he work
Spot, and he 'plied all kinds
s this elegant cigar box for 1
to "
replied Chess, calmly, diggi
e, "I just said what you sai<
enough wreaths," said Lott
ubject. Her lap was full
she was inserting the taper 1
cup of another, until her chai
ik into circles.
ensy rose-bud to lay in his pc
ist one comfort, Chess. If lit
o die, it's a good thing he di
leral i:'
uneral," corrected Lottie. "\
AN OF THE SOUTH.
had to beg jor it a long
is: Mother said it seemed too n
iii day. But she saw we were
she let us. 'Twould .be a
people weren't broken-heart
"You know you promised
reminded Chess.
"What sort of sermon d
preach?" inquired Lottie.
"I can tell what a 'cute 1
that, and we can sing, and
twinkle', or 'What does litth
"Much they'd fit a cat!"
"Well, we can get Uncle
now."
nd,
"He's bringing the tomb
"What did you write on it, I
"Well, nothing, as yet," <
wiin a queer laugn. "Are 5
your melancholy preparatioi
"Of course, Uncle Robert,'
"All right, I merely inqi
once."
"Lottie made a real pret
a ' him," said Chess.. "Tell it, 1
"It won't do," lamented
such good starts, and the I
gins.
'Here lies our darlir
The special kitten c
"I hardly knew what to dc
tious Lottie, "because nob<
L didn't sound so awful as Be<
name ought to be written
?the next line is :
ne was stepped on
ot- "But that's a hard word t<
and I wanted a Bible vers
led is just the thing,?
in. 'Wine .is a mocker*
>b- "Only she didn't think i
shouted Chess, triumphant!
to use of "the big, round word
Drt "I'm glad she took that v
young gentleman, who was
cle dent. "It might have been
ed "Now, Uncle Robert, beg|
of some poetry. You never get
hjs "I'll do my best, honey. .
Chess better go and bring?
ng cal|y^
? "He s under the lilac bus!
teringly. "Be very gentle,
of And Uncle Robert, casting
tip began.
ns "Oh, Beauty Spot, out
Methinks I'feel thy p
>or I can see thy pleadin
tie Wherein a mystic sha
ed See thy dear, three-<
Watch thy wild and
"It's beautiful," sighed Lo
Ve ing tears.
December 15, 1909.
time, though, didn't we?
mch like playing, for Sun:
'most broken-hearted- so
beautiful play, .though, if
ed."
I could be the preacher,"
o you s'pose you can
ittle kitty he was, and all
then I can say 'Twinkle,
2 birdie say?' or "
VVobert. There he comes,
stone," exclaimed Lottie.
j iiviv j\uuci l :
:onfessed the young man,
rou still going ahead with
is?"
" cried Lottie, indignantly,
lired, I'll get to work at
ty piece of poetry about
Lottie."
i the little girl. "I get
just break down. It belg
Beauty Spot,
>f Chess and Lot.'
> there," said the conscienDdv
calls me Lot hut it
luty Spot. And a person's
right on their eppertaph.
by a rocker.'
d get a rhyme to, anyway,
e; the golden text today
, only?"
t would ue appropriate,"
y anticipating his sister's
9t
iew of it," murmured the
responsible for the accimisleading."
ged Lottie, "you make up
stuck."
And if all is ready, hadn't
he paused, sympatheti.
" ?: J T - . . '
i, v/iicas, >illll l^Otlie, iaiBegin,
Uncle Robert."
? his eyes pensively down,
household pet,
resence yet.
g eyes
idow lies,
rornered face,
bounding grace."
ttie, wiping away the fall