,,the ,,mother',s ,,nursery ,,songs4 ,,by ,,thomas ,,hastings1 ,,author ,,of ,,dissertation ,,on ,,musical ,,taste--,,one ,,of ,,the ,,compilers ,,of ,,musica ,,sacra--,,spiritual ,,songs--,,infant ,,minstrel1 c4 c4 ,illustration ,,new-,,york3 ,,published ,,by ,,john ,p4 ,,haven1 #adh1 ,,nassau ,,street4 #ahce4 ,entered according to ,act of ,congress1 in the year #ahcd1 by ,,john ,p4 ,,havens1 in the ,clerk's ,office of the ,district ,court of the ,united ,states for the ,southern ,district of ,new ,york4 ,,preface4 ,the author of the following pages was one day conversing with a lady of some distinction1 relative to the importance of teaching young children to sing1 when a question arose--whether any thing could be done by the mother in this respect1 during the period of the early infancy of her offspring8 ,this inquiry1 with the discussion that ensued1 gave rise to the present publication4 ,much1 no doubt1 can be done in early infancy1 on the mere principle of imitation4 ,exercises for this purpose should be exceedingly simple2 and1 as far as possible1 adapted to the infantile capacity4 ,great originality will hardly be expected in such a work as this3 yet the materials here presented are1 for the most part1 such as have not before been published4 ,a few extracts1 have been furnished from the writings of ,jane ,taylor3 ,and for many of the other little poems1 the author is happy to acknowledge his obligations to several literary friends1 among whom are the ,rev4 ,james ,alexander1 ,professor of ,rhetoric in ,princeton ,college1 ,new ,jersey1 ,mrs4 ,sigourney1 of ,hartford1 ,connecticut1 well known as the author of occasional pieces of great poetic merit1 and ,mrs4 ,brown1 of ,munson1 ,massachusetts1 the writer of several interesting anonymous hymns now in general circulation4 ,the object of the work1 as will be readily inferred from its special characteristics1 is to aid mothers in attuning the voices of their infant offspring1 and inspiring them with the love of vocal music4 ,when the ,savior was on earth young children cried hosanna3 and ere he is again revealed in the glories of the latter day--his praise shall be perfected out of the mouth of babes and sucklings4 ,yet they must first be instructed2 and this work should be commenced by the mother4 ,,introduction4 ,it is a point now universally admitted among practical musicians1 that all children1 the deaf and dumb excepted1 may be taught to sing2 and that the difference of natural talent in this respect is1 probably1 not greater1 than in reference to other departments of education4 ,the faculty in question is never truly instinctive1 but always in a great measure acquired4 ,nature furnishes us with organs1 and with powers of perception4 ,cultivation must do the rest4 ,the fact that so large a portion of the present generation are unable to sing1 is not to be attributed to physical deficiencies1 but to unfortunate circumstances in the history of early education4 ,in countries where music is continually taught in the primary schools1 the children1 as a matter of course1 all learn to sing3 and the same experiment1 wherever it has been tried in our own country1 has led to the same happy result4 ,this circumstance alone shows the importance of early cultivation4 ,if music is neglected till years of maturity1 it will1 in the majority of instances1 continue to be disregarded through life4 ,infancy is undoubtedly the most favorable period for commencing the work4 ,the foundation must be laid then if distinguished excellence is ever afterwards to be attained4 ,adults1 with voices of a most unpromising character imaginable1 have sometimes1 it is true1 been taught to sing4 ,the thing in its nature is not impracticable1 but it is very difficult4 ,it requires time and labor and perseverance1 such as few1 comparatively1 are found to possess4 ,but with young children the task is neither difficult nor laborious4 ,the principle chiefly employed in forming the voice is imitation4 ,the child1 under favorable circumstances1 acquires the management of its voice in singing just as it acquires in speaking the accurate pronunciation of the mother tongue4 ,in both cases it is the imitative pupil of its mother1 or nurse4 ,mothers should think of this1 and not neglect to stir up the musical gift that is within them4 ,though that gift should be small1 it might at least suffice to initiate the listening child in the practice of an important art which would afterwards be more successfully prosecuted4 ,one who wishes to acquire practical skill as a player on a musical instrument1 must of necessity begin by drawing forth such tones or executing such passages1 as can be mastered with the greatest facility2 deferring such as are more difficult to a later period of cultivation4 ,for all the purposes of vocal training1 the mother may regard her infant child as such an instrument1 not doubting but perseverance will accomplish the desired object4 ,there is a special season in infancy when children are full of mimickry4 ,then1 a great portion of their daily employment1 while in perfect health1 is like that of the mocking-bird1 to be imitating every pleasant sound that falls within their hearing4 ,their earliest efforts in this respect will necessarily be rude1 but1 by constant practice1 their talent is found to improve2 while1 at the same time they acquire an increasing fondness for the exercise4 ,does not nature evidently point out this period as the precise time for making musical impressions upon the child that will be strong and indelible8 ,let no one suppose that the voice is necessarily injured by early cultivation4 ,if the little one is not induced to sing too much or too loud for its general health1 there will be nothing to fear4 ,its voice will improve much in proportion to its practice2 and when1 in subsequent years1 its intonation becomes for a little period broken and discordant1 it will be sure to be restored in due time4 ,every male child1 sooner or later1 must pass through such a change1 as the unavoidable result of physical changes in the structure or conformation of its organs4 ,daily1 moderate practice will be the obvious and certain remedy4 ,previous to the period of infantile mimickry above mentioned1 the affectionate mother will often have been soothing her child with the voice of song4 ,when that period arrives1 let her continue the practice in melodies as simple as those of numbers one and two1 in part first of this work4 ,and as the child begins in the smallest degree to play the mimic1 let her in turn become the imitator1 so far as to seize upon every note which has resemblance to music1 and thus encourage the child to repeat its efforts4 ,the mother may thus gradually draw out and form its voice for music1 just as she teaches it the articulations of the native tongue4 ,the latter process she well understands4 ,she begins with the simplest syllables only1 and as she proceeds with those that are more difficult1 the exercise is carefully adapted to the gradual progress of the child4 ,nothing is forced4 ,every thing is made pleasant and amusing to the little pupil3 and the mother at every step is so amply rewarded for her assiduity1 as to feel that her labor is but another name for delightful recreation4 ,the same course in reference to singing would be rewarded with the same success4 ,though the mother should be quite ignorant of the simplest principles of the science2 her skill in minstrelsy would suffice for the work immediately before her4 ,let her also frame some simple phrases of melody1 that are very similar to those she notices in the mimickry of her child1 gradually heightening their character as the child improves its vocal powers4 ,all these exercises perhaps will be inarticulate2 and in some cases the child will make more rapid progress in song than in speech4 ,of all the articulations that fall from the unpractised lips of infancy1 the first and perhaps the sweetest that ever greet the maternal ear1 are those of ba1 pa1 na1 ma1 ta1 da1 followed afterwards by their compounds papa1 mama1 c4 ,the mother should not fail to set them to music in some such clauses as these that follow ,illustration3 ba1 ba1 ba1 ba1 pa1 pa1 pa1 pa1 na1 na1 na1 na1 ta1 ta1 da1 da4 ,a considerable portion of time1 it is true1 may elapse1 before such clauses as these will be fully understood2 and the child perhaps will incline to substitute other clauses in their place1 and thus become its own composer4 ,the only important point here1 is to see that its tones are rendered musical4 ,in process of time let the musical passages be augmented somewhat after the following method1 observing to sing them in a gutteral and not in a nasal manner3 ,illustration3 pa mama1 pa mama1 da na na1 da na na1 mama1 papa1 dada4 ,illustration3 father dear1 mother dear1 brother dear4 ,the process from such passages as these1 to such as constitute the first and second lullabys of this collection will be easy3 and thenceforward less skill in adaptation will be required4 ,the preceding directions may suffice for the object before us3 if followed with perseverance the child will begin to sing long before it is old enough to understand the rules of the art2 and this1 much to its own amusement and to the gratification of its affectionate parents4 ,some may doubt the practicability of the course here recommended2 but certainly it is an easy one4 ,let them be persuaded to try it faithfully and perseveringly1 and the author will consent to be responsible for its success4 ,,part ,i4 ,,the ,,cradle4 ,as the songs under this head will be employed by the mother1 chiefly in soothing her infant to sleep1 or in mitigating its sufferings in hours of sickness or distress1 it seems not necessary that all the language should be adapted to the infantile capacity4 ,it may suffice that the words contain certain easy syllables or phrases1 which1 by their perpetual recurrence1 make strong impressions upon the ear of the child4 ,the exercise of singing should1 however1 be so managed as to afford pleasure to the child3 for otherwise its taste will be injured4 ,,lullaby4 ,illustration ,lullaby1 lullaby1 ,do not wake and weep2 ,softly in the cradle lie1 ,sleep ,o1 sleep4 ,lullaby1 lullaby1 ,hear thy mother's voice2 ,softly on her bosom lie1 ,then she'll rejoice4 ,,sleep1 ,,baby1 ,,sleep4 ,illustration ,sleep1 baby1 sleep1 ,no longer weep2 ,near thee sits thy little brother1 ,close beside thee is thy mother1 ,sleep1 baby1 sleep4 ,sleep1 baby1 sleep1 ,no longer weep2 ,israel's ,shepherd watches o'er thee2 ,no rude danger lies before thee1 ,sleep1 baby1 sleep4 ,sleep1 baby1 sleep1 ,no longer weep2 ,germ of beauty1 bud and blossom1 ,rest upon thy ,savior's bosom1 ,sleep1 baby1 sleep4 ,sleep1 baby1 sleep1 ,no longer weep2 ,life has many a raging billow-- ,rest upon thy downy pillow1 ,sleep1 baby1 sleep4 ,,hushaby4 ,illustration ,hushaby1 hushaby1 ,baby1 do not weep1 ,on thy downy pillow lie1 ,softly1 softly sleep4 ,hushaby1 hushaby1 ,now thine eyelids close2 ,while thy mother sitting by1 ,watches thy repose4 ,hushaby1 hushaby1 ,think of no alarm1 ,angel spirits round thee fly1 ,guarding thee from harm4 ,hushaby1 hushaby1 ,slumber sweet be given2 ,on thy downy pillow lie1 ,precious gift from heav'n6 ,,slumber ,,sweet4 ,illustration ,slumber sweet ,thine eyelids greet ,my infant daughter dear3 ,no footstep rude ,shall here intrude1 ,nor stranger shall come near4 ,slumber sweet ,thine eyelids greet ,within thy mother's arms2 ,she little tells ,how feeling steals ,o'er all thy rising charms4 ,slumber sweet ,thine eyelids greet ,and gentle dreams be thine2 ,to thee be given ,the bliss of heav'n1 ,where cherub angels shine4 ,,softly ,,in ,,the ,,cradle ,,lie4 ,illustration ,softly in the cradle lie1 ,thy father's hope1 thy mother's joy2 ,sweetly rest in balmy sleep1 ,do not wake to sigh and weep4 ,softly in the cradle lie2 ,a mother's heart thy wants supply2 ,she can rest if thou repose1 ,sweetly then thine eyelids close4 ,softly in the cradle lie1 ,frail bud of immortality2 ,soon thy blossom may unfold ,fragrant mid the harps of gold4 ,o1 ,,do ,,not ,,wake4 ,illustration ,o1 do not wake1 sweet little one1 ,the night is dark and drear2 ,all that a mother could have done1 ,has been perform'd with care4 ,the pillow's soft on which you rest1 ,and sweetly you have fed2 ,still lean upon your mother's breast ,your weary little head4 ,o1 do not wake1 sweet little one1 ,nor tremble with alarm2 ,the ,hand unseen you live upon ,preserves you still from harm4 ,,welcome1 ,,welcome4 ,illustration ,welcome1 welcome1 little stranger ,to this busy world of care3 ,nothing can thy peace endanger1 ,nothing now thy steps ensnare4 ,mother's heart is fill'd with pleasure1 ,all her feelings are awake2 ,gladly would she1 little treasure1 ,all thy pains and suff'rings take4 ,may'st thou1 if design'd by heaven1 ,future days and years to see1 ,soothe her1 make her passage even2 ,let her heart rejoice in thee4 ,may her anxious cares and labors ,be repaid by filial love2 ,and thy soul be crown'd with favors ,from the boundless source above4 ,,jane ,,taylor4 ,,how ,,gently ,,she ,,sleeps4 ,illustration ,how gently she sleeps1 ,how silent she keeps1 ,her breath is as soft as the morn2 ,while every new grace ,in the dear one ,i trace1 ,to my bosom in transport is borne4 ,no sorrow she knows1 ,this hour of repose1 ,nor hunger nor thirst nor disease2 ,the world with its cares1 ,and temptations and snares1 ,has never invaded her peace4 ,i've linger'd awhile1 ,to gaze on that smile1 ,so sweetly that plays on her lips2 ,some innocent dream ,or some heavenly beam1 ,is visiting her while she sleeps4 ,my lov'd one awake1 ,thy slumberings break1 ,my daughter1 'tis time to arise2 ,thou joy of my heart1 ,a lent blessing thou art1 ,to be given again to the skies4 ,o ,,dear ,,one4 ,illustration ,,for ,a ,,child ,,dangerously ,,ill4 ,o dear one1 how sad is that moan1 ,how languid and sickly that eye2 ,my bosom responds to each groan1 ,and echos each deep-breathing sigh4 ,those fluttering pulsations ,i trace1 ,the anguish that sits on thy brow1 ,the paleness that covers thy face1 ,thy voice that is languid and low4 ,o dear one1 how deep is the grief1 ,that withers my desolate heart2 ,kind ,heav'n bring thee speedy relief1 ,or thou from thy mother wilt part4 ,o ,,my ,,precious ,,little ,,gem4 ,illustration ,,for ,a ,,fatherless ,,child4 ,o my precious little gem1 ,while ,i hold thee to my breast1 ,may some heav'n inspiring dream ,soothe thy spirit into rest4 ,but thy mother's heart is riv'n1 ,bitter anguish she must feel2 ,nothing but the balm of heav'n1 ,can her wounded spirit heal4 ,dark the night and dread the hour ,when thy father lay so low2 ,when he felt the monster's pow'r1 ,who could tell thy mother's woe6 ,but1 thou image of his love1 ,may'st in heav'n thy father see2 ,ere his spirit soar'd above ',twas his latest pray'r for thee4 ,,safe ,,sleeping4 ,illustration ,safe sleeping on its mother's breast1 ,the smiling babe appears ,now sweetly sinking into rest1 ,now wash'd in sudden tears3 ,hush1 hush1 my little baby dear1 ,there's nobody to hurt you here4 ,without a tender mother's care ,the little thing must die2 ,its chubby hands too feeble are ,one service to supply3 ,and not a tittle does it know ,what kind of world it's come into4 ,full many a summer sun must glow1 ,and lighten up the skies1 ,before its tender limbs can grow ,to any thing of size3 ,and all the while the mother's eye ,must every little want supply4 ,then surely when each little limb1 ,shall grow to healthy size2 ,and youth and manhood strengthen him ,for toil and enterprize1 ,his mother's kindness is a debt ,he never1 never will forget4 ,,jane ,,taylor4 ,,hush1 ,,hush4 ,illustration ,,for ,,the ,,spring ,,of ,,the ,,year4 ,hush1 hush1 ,while flowrets blush1 ,this blossom must repose1 ,thy mother's joy1 ,my infant boy-- ,no rival beauty#a knows4 ,hush1 hush1 ,on every bush1 ,while birds are singing shrill2 ,my little child1 ,so sweet and mild1 ,must now be soft and still4 ,hush1 hush1 ,while riv'lets gush1 ,refrain thy rising tears1 ,for every grief1 ,we'll seek relief1 ,and soothe thy infant cares4 ,hush1 hush1 ,what feelings rush ,within a mother's breast2 ,be this her pray'r ,that thou may'st share ,in heav'n's eternal rest4 #a ,the judicious mother1 however fond of her infant son1 will not desire him to understand this sentiment4 ,,weep ,,not4 ,illustration ,,for ,a ,,sick ,,child4 ,weep not1 ,o little one1 ,though thou art very ill1 ,for thou art not alone ,thy woes to feel4 ,each sigh of thine will heave ,an anxious mother's breast2 ,each accent of thy grief ,will break her rest4 ,each tear that thou dost shed ,will cause her grief to flow3 ,her heart1 since thine doth bleed1 ,is bleeding too4 ,one ,hand alone can heal2 ,that hand is ever near3 ,o who can doubt ,his skill-- ,or gracious care6 ,,mother ,,dear1 ,,the ,,baby ,,cries4 ,illustration ,mother dear1 the baby cries1 ,where is the nurse8 ,every thing that sister tries ,makes him only worse4 ,come1 mother1 come2 ,dear mother1 come6 ,every thing that sister tries ,makes him only worse4 ,mother dear1 the baby cries1 ,is he not ill8 ,not a thing that brother tries ,ever keeps him still4 ,come1 mother1 come1 ,dear mother1 come6 ,not a thing that brother tries ,ever keeps him still4 ,mother dear1 the baby cries1 ,what shall we do8 ,in the cradle here he lies1 ,waiting for you4 ,come1 mother1 come1 ,dear mother1 come6 ,in the cradle here he lies ,waiting for you4 ,,part ,,ii4 ,,the ,,nursery4 ,the songs of this department are introduced chiefly for children who are just beginning to entertain a few simple ideas and principles relative to things around them4 ,the mother should commence with some of the easiest songs1 and afterwards1 as she proceeds with the more difficult ones1 furnish the words with an occasional comment4 ,,the ,,merry ,,lark4 ,illustration ,hark1 hark1 ,the merry lark1 ,beginning her morning song2 ,robin redbreast ,is still in her nest ,and silent is her tongue4 ,no1 no1 ,it will not do1 ,though ,robin may lie in bed2 ,early and bright ,as soon as 'tis light ,my mother to me has said-- ,see1 see ,the busy bee ,a going from flower to flower1 ,carries a sting1 ,while under her wing ,she holds her honied store4 ,so1 so-- ,while busy too1 ,in study or useful work2 ,in many a sweet ,which we may meet ,some poison'd sting may lurk4 ,,up ,,in ,,the ,,morning4 ,illustration ,up in the morning1 up my child1 ,see the sun1 how bright and mild2 ,see the dew-drops every one ,glist'ning in the sun3 ,time for the dear one up to spring1 ,while the merry bells do ring4 ,quick let me put your clean dress on1 ,for the night is past and gone2 ,now another day is giv'n1 ,by our ,lord in heav'n3 ,now when the morning air you feel ,to your heav'nly ,keeper kneel4 ,praise to the ,lord for morning light1 ,praise for safety through the night1 ,while the birds are singing all1 ,on the ,lord we call3 ,thus in the morning we will praise ,our ,redeemer all our days4 ,,dawn ,,of ,,day4 ,illustration ,come1 arise from thy sleep1 ,through the green bushes peep1 ,birds sweetly are straying1 ,their bright plumes displaying1 ,at dawn of day4 ,let us breath the fresh air1 ,for the morning is fair1 ,and the forest is ringing ,with merry birds singing ,at dawn of day4 ,come along for a talk ,or a sweet morning walk1 ,while the garden discloses ,its bright blushing roses1 ,at dawn of day4 ,but first to our ,king ,let us joyfully sing1 ,and praises be paying1 ',tis good to be praying ,at dawn of day4 ,,time ,,to ,,arise4 ,illustration ,father and mother1 'tis time to arise1 ,sun has arisen to brighten the skies2 ,every bird is singing high2 ,birds are glad1 and so am ,i4 ,merrily1 merrily those in the tree1 ,bluebird and robin are singing to me2 ,round the window see them fly2 ,birds are glad1 and so am ,i4 ,glad little robin1 you never can know ,who is the ,maker that fashion'd you so2 ,yet you cannot weep or sigh2 ,birds are glad1 and so am ,i4 ,he who created the birds of the air1 ,securely will keep me from trouble and care3 ,he has taught the birds to fly2 ,birds are glad1 and so am ,i4 ,o1 ,,wild ,,is ,,thy ,,joy4 ,illustration ,o wild is thy joy1#b ,my affectionate boy1 ,what visions of fancy come o'er thee8 ,thy spirit so proud1 ,thy laughter so loud-- ,what transports are glit'ring before thee8 ,dost think of a day ,thou mayst ramble and play1 ,o'er the meadows1 the forests1 and mountains8 ,or in the sweet vale1 ',mong the lilies so pale1 ,by the side of the rills and the fountains8 ,some glim'rings of thought ,perchance thou hast caught1 ,while thy spirit within thee rejoices1 ,some simple delight1 ,some object of sight ,or sound in the mingling of voices4 ,o1 brief is thy mirth1 ,for the visions of earth1 ,like the shadows of noon-day1 are flying3 ,but joys that are pure1 ,shall forever endure1 ,though earth and its transports are dying4 #b ,the boy alluded to in this instance1 is supposed not to be within hearing of the song4 ,,little ,,jack4 ,illustration ,there was one ,little ,jack1 ,not very long back1 ,and 'tis said to his lasting disgrace1 ,that he never was seen ,with his hands at all clean1 ,nor yet ever clean was his face4 ,his kind friends were much hurt ,to see so much dirt1 ,and often and well did they scour2 ,but all was in vain ,he was dirty again ,before they had done it an hour4 ,when to wash he was sent ,he reluctantly went ,with water to splash himself o'er2 ,but he left the black streaks ,all over his cheeks ,and made them look worse than before4 ,all the idle and bad ,may much like this lad1 ,be dirty and black1 to be sure3 ,but good boys are seen ,to be decent and clean1 ,although they are ever so poor4 ,,jane ,,taylor4 ,,ah1 ,,why ,,will ,,my ,,dear4 ,illustration ,,washing ,,and ,,dressing4 ,ah1 why will my dear little girl be so cross1 ,and cry1 and look sulky1 and pout8 ,to lose her sweet smile is a terrible loss3 ,i can't even kiss her without4 ,you say you don't like to be wash'd and be dress'd3 ,but would you be dirty and foul8 ,come1 drive that long sob from your dear little breast1 ,and clear your sweet face from its scowl4 ,if the water is cold and the comb hurts your head1 ,and the soap has got into your eye1#c ,will the water grow warmer for all that you've said8 ,what good will it do you to cry8 ,it is not to tease you and hurt you1 my sweet1 ,but only for kindness and care1 ,that ,i wash you and dress you and make you look neat1 ,and comb out your tanglesome hair4 ,i don't mind the trouble1 if you will not cry1 ,but pay me for all with a kiss1 ,that's right--take the towel and wipe your wet eye3 ,i thought you'd be good after this4 ,,jane ,,taylor4 #c ,this process1 by the way1 is often performed so roughly as to occasion no inconsiderable pain4 ,o ,,poor ,,little ,,robin4 ,illustration ,o1 poor little robin1 so cold and so wet1 ,say1 what are you doing to-day8 ,the winter is coming1 then what will you eat8 ,and where are you going to stay8 ,your nest is so open1 so cold and so poor1 ,you never can live there again2 ,o come1 pretty robin1 come into our door1 ,we'll shelter you from the cold rain4 ,we've clean beds to sleep in1 and water to drink1 ,and things very nice for your food2 ,come1 come1 pretty robin2 ,o1 how can you think ,to fly off again in the wood6 ,the bird will not listen2 but children so young1 ,so hungry1 so cold and so wet1 ,may share in my cottage1 and join in my song2 ,and they shall have something to eat4 ,o1 ,,hear ,,the ,,chickens4 ,illustration ,o hear the chickens pip1 ,they will no longer keep ,under their mother's wing2 ,and shall ,i run and catch them8 ,o no1 ,i must not touch them1 ',t would be a cruel thing4 ,she cannot get away1 ,she wishes them to stay ,within the little coop3 ,i wish that they were kinder1 ,and not so slow to mind her1 ,so swift away to hop4 ,poor hen1 she walks about1 ,and struggles to get out1 ,she feels so very sad3 ,i wish that ev'ry chicken ,would stop its merry pippin'1 ,and run to make her glad4 ,i'll never run away1 ,or stop to laugh and play1 ,when mother calls me home3 ,i'll quickly run to meet her1 ,with kindest kisses greet her1 ,soon as she bids me come4 ,,cherries ,,are ,,ripe4 ,illustration ,cherries are ripe1 ,cherries are ripe1 ,o1 give the baby one2 ,cherries are ripe1 ,cherries are ripe1 ,but baby shall have none3 ,babies are too young to choose2 ,cherries are too sour to use2 ,but by and by1 ,made in a pie1 ,no one will them refuse4 ,up in the tree ,robin ,i see1 ,picking one by one2 ,shaking his bill1 ,getting his fill1 ,down his throat they run3 ,robins want no cherry pie1 ,quick they eat and off they fly4 ,my little child1 ,patient and mild1 ,surely will not cry4 ,cherries are ripe1 ,cherries are ripe1 ,but we will let them fall4 ,cherries are ripe1 ,cherries are ripe1 ,but bad for babies small ,gladly follow mother's will1 ,be obedient1 soft and still1 ,waiting awhile1 ,delighted you'll smile1 ,and joyful eat your fill4 ,,hark ,,the ,,bell4 ,illustration ,,the ,,sabbath4 ,hark1 the bell1 ,hear it swell1 ,sounding through the woods and fields1 ,echoing o'er the hills and dales3 ',tis ,sabbath day1 ,do not stray1 ,do not work or play4 ,hark1 the bell1 ,hear it swell1 ,sounding through the woods and fields ,echoing o'er the hills and dales4 ',tis ,sabbath day1 ,don't delay1 ,learn the heavenly way4 ,hark1 the bell1 ,hear it swell1 ,sounding through the woods and fields1 ,echoing o'er the hills and dales1 ',tis ,sabbath day1 ,sing and pray1 ,listen and obey4 ,,baby ,,is ,,crying4 ,to be sung by older children4 ,illustration ,baby is crying1 ,while mother is trying ,to make him be happy and still2 ,how shall we relieve him1 ,or what shall we give him8 ,a top or a whistle or bell8 ,i wish he were quiet1 ,he makes such a riot ,that nobody else can be heard2 ,see how he dislikes her1 ,and wickedly strikes her1 ,o baby1 how very absurd6 ,not love your dear mother ,and sister and brother1 ,who always are loving and true6 ,o1 be not so naughty1 ,so cross and so haughty1 ,while we are so tender of you4 ,dear mother must whip him1#d ,in quiet to keep him1 ,if better he will not behave3 ,why won't he be kinder1 ,and love her and mind her8 ,then all that trouble he'll save4 #d ,this must of course be understood as the language of affectionate solicitude1 and not as the expression of peevishness or ill natured censure4 ,,baby ,,is ,,sick4 ,illustration ,baby is sick to-day1 ,his face is very pale3 ,he will not laugh or play1 ,i wish that he were well4 ,shall we give him some meat1 ,some pudding1 or some pie8 ,what shall he have to eat8 ,i hate to hear him cry4 ,o1 no1 'twould never do1 ,such things would make him worse2 ,they are unwholesome too1 ,for children well1 like us4 ,babies love simple food1 ,and we are very small2 ,rich things do us no good1 ,we'll give him none at all4 ,,the ,,appeal4 ,illustration ,father1 father1 kiss thy child1 ,hear my little song2 ,when my mother sweetly smil'd-- ,who pass'd along8 ,father1 father1 kiss thy child1 ,thy affection prove2 ,when my mother sweetly smil'd ,her look was love4 ,father1 father1 kiss thy child1 ,do not make me cry3 ,when my mother sweetly smil'd1 ,father pass'd me by4 ,,love ,,my ,,father4 ,illustration ,love my father so dear1 ,love my mother sincere4 ,dearest father and mother1 ,dearest sister and brother1 ,they my love ,shall prove4 ,and my neighbors so near1 ,my affection must share2 ,love my neighbors so kindly1 ,love myself1 not too blindly2 ,they my love ,shall prove4 ,both the precious and vile1 ,those that hate me the while1 ,with concern ,i would cherish1 ,may their souls never perish1 ,but believe ,and live4 ,but my ,father in heav'n1 ,who my blessings hath giv'n1 ,and the ,son1 and the ,spirit1 ,three in ,one1 shall inherit ,pure esteem1 ,supreme4 ,,see ,,the ,,naughty ,,kitten4 ,illustration ,see the naughty kitten1 ,playing with the knittin'2 ,how she rolls the ball about8 ,how she pulls the stitches out8 ,naughty1 naughty kitten4 ,will you run and catch her8 ,will you try to teach her8 ,bring the pretty little book1 ,see if in it she will look8 ,do not let her scratch you4 ,what a naughty pussy1 ,all the while so dosy1 ,pussy only mew'd and purr'd1 ,would not read a single word1 ,naughty1 naughty pussy4 ,kittens know but little1 ,knitting yarn is brittle1 ,children should not do so ill1 ,they should learn to read and spell-- ,not be full of prattle4 ,o ,,what ,a ,,naughty ,,dog4 ,illustration ,o1 what a naughty dog is that1 ,to quarrel with the pussy cat1 ,about a little piece of meat ,that sister gave for them to eat2 ,pussy too1 looks very shy1 ,and lifts her back up very high4 ,hark1 how he growls and barks at her1 ,see how she raises up her fur2 ,and now he snatches for the piece1 ,and now she's spitting in his face1 ,o for shame6 poor dog and cat1 ,to quarrel for a thing like that4 ,brothers and sisters should be kind1 ,and no such vile examples mind1 ,while dogs and cats may think it right ,to quarrel for their appetite3 ,children always should agree1 ,both when they eat and when they play4 ,,to ,,infant ,,school4 ,illustration ,to infant school1 to infant school1 ,i hear the little bell2 ,o1 come with me to infant school1 ,and learn to read and spell4 ,to infant school1 to infant school1 ,i do not like to wait2 ,o1 come with me to infant school1 ,or we shall be too late4 ,to infant school1 to infant school1 ,we must not stop to play2 ,o1 come with me to infant school1 ,and ,i will lead the way4 ,to infant school1 to infant school1 ,we'll sweetly march and sing3 ,o1 come with me to infant school1 ,the bell begins to ring4 ,o ,,don',t ,,hurt ,,the ,,dog4 ,illustration ,oh6 don't hurt the dog1 poor honest old ,tray2 ,what good will it do you to drive him away8 ,kind treatment is justly his right2 ,remember how faithful he is to his charge1 ,and barks at the rogues when we set him at large1 ,and guards us by night and by day4 ,if you are a boy and ,tray but a beast1 ,i think it should teach you one lesson at least1 ,you ought to act better than he2 ,and if without reason1 or judgment1 or sense1 ,tray does as we bid him and gives no offence ,how diligent ,richard should be6 ,,jane ,,taylor4 ,,toll ,,the ,,bell4 ,illustration ,,the ,,funeral4 ,toll the bell1 ,toll the bell1 ,ring the baby's knell2 ,low with the dead ,it must be laid4 ,baby1 farewell4 ,toll the bell1 ,toll the bell1 ,ring the baby's knell2 ,pale is its face1 ,and white its dress1 ,baby1 farewell4 ,toll the bell1 ,toll the bell1 ,ring the baby's knell2 ,slow from the hall ,moves the dark pall1 ,baby1 farewell4 ,toll the bell1 ,toll the bell1 ,ring the baby's knell2 ,now earth to earth ,neath the green turf1 ,baby1 farewell4 ,toll the bell1 ,toll the bell1 ,ring the baby's knell2 ,beyond the skies ,its spirit flies1 ,baby1 farewell4 ,,part ,,iii4 ,,the ,,class ,,room4 ,songs of instruction are not always the most interesting with regard to taste3 but there are occasional exceptions against this remark2 nor does it apply with the same strictness in regard to young children that it does in reference to adults4 ,such songs should be associated with pleasant remarks and illustrations2 and occasionally with such series of questions as may be suggested by the language which is sung4 ,the songs in this department are adapted to children who have passed the period of prattling infancy4 ,,creation4 ,illustration ,he who spread out the sky1 ,that broad blue canopy1 ,who made the glorious sun1 ,the moon to shine by night1 ,the stars with eye so bright1 ,he made thee1 little one4 ,he who with care doth keep ,the nested birds that sleep3 ,and when their rest is done1 ,doth guide them through the sky1 ,and feed them when they cry1 ,he loves thee1 little one4 ,l4 ,h4 ,s4 ,,questions4 #a4 ,who made you8 #b4 ,who made the sky1 the sun1 the moon1 and the stars8 #c4 ,who takes care of the birds and feeds them8 #d4 ,does the ,lord take care of little children8 #e4 ,does he love them when they are his children8 ,,the ,,ark ,,and ,,dove4 ,illustration ,there was a noble ark1 ,sailing o'er waters dark1 ,and wide around3 ,not one tall tree was seen1 ,nor flow'r1 nor leaf of green1 ,all1 all was drown'd4 ,then a soft wing was spread1 ,and o'er the billows dread1 ,a meek dove flew2 ,but on that shoreless tide1 ,no living thing she spied ,to cheer her view-- ,so to the ark she fled1 ,with weary drooping head ,to seek for rest2 ,christ is thy ark1 my love1 ,thou art the tender dove1 ,fly to his breast4 ,l4 ,h4 ,s4 ,,questions4 #a4 ,who built the ark8 #b4 ,what was put into it8 #c4 ,was the rest of the world destroyed8 #d4 ,for what8 #e4 ,why was the dove sent out1 and why did she return8 #f4 ,why is ,christ called an ark8 ,,pleyel',s ,,hymn4#e ,illustration ,child1 you're old enough to know ,that you need a ,savior's love ,that you are a sinner too1 ,all your wicked actions prove4 ,when you feel your bosom swell1 ,angry passions rise within ,and your lips speak what they feel1 ,something tells you--there is sin4 ,christ was once a little child1 ,but his heart was pure within2 ,always gentle1 kind and mild2 ,child1 you must be just like him4 ,b4 #e ,the thoughts contained in this song may suggest a profitable method of teaching the doctrines of native depravity2 and salvation through a bleeding ,savior4 ,the pure example of ,christ also1 when frequently presented to the infantile mind1 operates as a powerful restraint4 ,,the ,,moon ,,is ,,very ,,fair4 ,illustration ,the moon is very fair and bright1 ,and rises very high2 ,i think it is a pretty sight1 ,to see it in the sky2 ,it shone upon me where ,i lay1 ,and seem'd almost as bright as day4 ,the stars are very pretty too1 ,and scatter'd all about2 ,at first there seem a very few1 ,but soon the rest come out3 ,i'm sure ,i could not count them all ,they are so very bright and small4 ,the sun is brighter still than they1 ,he blazes in the skies3 ,i dare not turn my face that way1 ,unless ,i shut my eyes3 ,yet when he shines our hearts revive1 ,and all the trees rejoice and thrive4 ,god made and keeps them every one ,by his great power and might2 ,he is more glorious than the sun1 ,and all the stars of light3 ,but when we end our mortal race1 ,the pure in heart shall see his face4 ,,jane ,,taylor4 ,,the ,,commandments4#f ,illustration ,one ,god ,i must worship supreme1 ,and ne'er before images bow1 ,i must not speak light of his name1 ,but pay to him every vow4 ,i'm bound to remember with care1 ,the ,sabbath1 so hallow'd and pure2 ,to honor my parents so dear1 ,that my life may the longer endure4 ,i never must steal1 or consent ,to what is impure or untrue2 ,i must not indulge discontent1 ,or covet my neighbor his due4 ,now help me1 ,o ,father in heav'n1 ,to keep these commandments with zeal2 ,in the strength that through ,jesus is giv'n ,to those who are doing thy will4 #f ,in connexion with this song1 the ten commandments may be recited1 in such a manner as to show their meaning1 and illustrate the thoughts contained in the hymn4 ,,good ,,little ,,girls4 ,illustration ,two good little girls1 ,marianne and ,maria1 ,as happily liv'd as good girls could desire2 ,and though they were neither grave1 sullen1 nor mute1 ,they seldom or never were heard to dispute4 ,if one wants a thing that the other could get1 ,they never are scratching or scrambling for it1 ,but each one is willing to give up her right1 ,they'd rather have nothing than quarrel and fight4 ,if one of them happens to have something nice1 ,directly she offers her sister a slice2 ,and not like to some greedy children ,i've known1 ,who would go in a corner and eat it alone4 ,when papa or mamma had a job to be done1 ,these good little girls would immediately run1 ,and not stand disputing to which it belong'd1 ,and grumble and fret and declare they were wrong'd4 ,whatever occur'd in their work or their play1 ,they were willing to yield1 and give up their own way2 ,then let us all try their example to mind1 ,and always like them1 be obliging and kind4 ,,jane ,,taylor4 ,,how ,i ,,love ,,my ,,tender ,,mother4 ,illustration ,how ,i love my tender mother1 ,how ,i love my father dear2 ,how ,i love my little brother1 ,and my sister so sincere3 ,they are all both kind and true1 ,and they love me dearly too4 ,be my neighbor proud or lowly1 ,he shall my affection share2 ,be he sinful1 be he holy1 ,he may claim my earnest prayer3 ,let me not unfeeling prove1 ,nor myself too dearly love4 ,but of all affection giv'n1 ,god on high demands the most2 ,god the ,father in the heav'n1 ,god the ,son and ,holy ,ghost3 ,three in ,one and ,one in ,three2 ,be thou all in all to me4 ,the child may be taught1 in connexion with this song1 how that love is the fulfilling of the law--love that includes all the characteristics mentioned in the gospel4 ,the last stanza introduces also the subject of the blessed ,trinity1 in such a manner as to invite explanation4 ,,the ,,bees4 ,illustration ,,the ,,bees4 ,o1 mother dear1 pray tell me where ,the bees in winter stay8 ,the flow'rs are gone they fed upon1 ,so sweet in summer's day4 ,my child1 they live within the hive1 ,and have enough to eat3 ,amid the storm they're clean and warm1 ,their food is honey sweet4 ,say1 mother dear1 how came it there8 ,did father feed them so8 ,i see no way in winter's day ,that honey has to grow4 ,no1 no1 my child1 in summer mild1 ,the bees laid up their store ,of honey drops in little cups1 ',til they would want no more4 ,in cups you said--how are they made8 ,are they as large as ours8 ,o no1 they're all made nice and small ,of wax1 found in the flow'rs4 ,our summer's day to work and play1 ,is now in mercy giv'n1 ,and we must strive long as we live ,to lay up stores in ,,heav',n4 ,i ,,saw ,,an ,,old ,,cottage4 ,illustration ,i saw an old cottage of clay1 ,and only of mud was the floor2 ',twas all falling into decay1 ,and snow drifted in at the door4 ,yet there a poor family dwelt1 ,in a cottage so dismal and rude2 ,and though keenest hunger they felt1 ,they'd scarcely a morsel of food4 ,the children were crying for bread1 ,and to their poor mother would run-- ,o1 give us some breakfast1 they said1 ,alas6 their poor mother had none4 ,o then let the wealthy and gay ,but see such a hovel as this2 ,and in a poor cottage of clay1 ,learn what real misery is4 ,the little that ,i have to spare1 ,i never will squander away2 ,while thousands of people there are ,as poor and as wretched as they4 ,,jane ,,taylor4 ,,the ,,chatterbox4#g ,illustration ,,the ,,chatterbox4 ,from morning till night it was ,lucy's delight1 ,to chatter and talk without stopping2 ,there was not a day but she rattled away1 ,like water forever a dropping4 ,as soon as she rose1 while she put on her clothes1 ',twas vain to endeavor to still her2 ,nor once did she lack to continue her clack1 ,till again she lay down on her pillow4 ,how very absurd6 and have you not heard ,that much tongue and few brains are connected8 ,that they are suppos'd to think least who talk most8 ,their wisdom is always suspected4 ,while ,lucy was young1 if she'd bridled her tongue1 ,with a little good sense and exertion1 ,who knows but she might now have been our delight1 ,instead of our jest and aversion6 ,,jane ,,taylor4 #g ,this is an excellent lesson for children who are prone to be talkative2 especially those who have a little advanced beyond the period of early infancy4 ,,the ,,scale4#h ,illustration ,come let us learn to sing1 ,faw sol law faw sol law mi faw1 ,loud let our voices ring1 ,faw sol law faw sol law mi faw2 ,let us sing with open sound1 ,with our voices full and round1 ,faw mi law sol faw law sol faw4 ,this is the scale so sweet1 ,faw sol law faw sol law mi faw1 ,sing it with accent meet1 ,faw sol law faw sol law mi faw1 ,first ascend in notes so true1 ,then descend in order too2 ,faw mi law sol faw law sol faw4 ,children should love to sing1 ,faw sol law faw sol law mi faw1 ,praise to the heav'nly ,king1 ,faw sol law faw sol law mi faw3 ,let us learn his face to seek1 ,then aloud his praise we'll speak1 ,faw1 mi1 law1 sol1 faw1 law1 sol1 faw4 #h ,great care should here be taken1 that the sounds of the ,,scale are accurately tuned2 and that the suggestions given in the song1 in reference to the formation of the voice1 be successfully reduced to practice4 ,,the ,,abc4 ,swiss ,air4#i ,illustration ,the ,a1 ,b1 ,c1 ,is pleasant to me1 ,i'm learning it all the day2 ,whenever ,i look ,in a printed book1 ,i ,see nothing but ,a1 ,b1 ,c4 ,sing ,a1 ,b1 ,c1 ,sing ,a1 ,b1 ,c4 ,i ,see nothing but ,a1 ,b1 ,c4 ,i'm glad to know1 ,the fine little row1 ,of letters both great and small1 ,the ,d1 ,e1 ,f1 ,g1 ,the ,m1 ,n1 ,o1 ,p1 ,and the ,x1 ,y1 ,z and all3 ,sing ,a1 ,b1 ,c1 ,sing ,r1 ,s1 ,t1 ,sing ,x1 ,y1 ,z and all4 ,if ,i can fix ,these marks twenty-six1 ,in this little careless head2 ,i'll read every book ,as soon as ,i look ,at the letters all over it spread4 ,sing ,a1 ,b1 ,c1 ,sing ,x1 ,y1 ,z1 ,and the letters all over it spread4 ,i now will learn ,them all in turn1 ,the big letters and the small2 ,for how can ,i spell1 ,or pronounce them well1 ,till ,i shall have learned them all8 ,sing ,a1 ,b1 ,c1 ,sing ,x1 ,y1 ,z1 ,for ,i'm going to learn them all4 ,the bees and flies ,have nice little eyes1 ,but never can read like me2 ,they crawl in the book1 ,and they seem to look1 ,but they never know ,a1 ,b1 ,c2 ,sing ,a1 ,b1 ,c1 ,sing ,a1 ,b1 ,c1 ,they never know ,a1 ,b1 ,c4 #i ,the slurs are applied chiefly to the second stanza4 ,,the ,,little ,,lamb4 ,illustration ,i saw a little lamb to-day1 ,it was not very old2 ,close by its mother's side it lay1 ,so soft within the fold3 ,it felt no sorrow1 pain1 or fear1 ,while such a comforter was near4 ,sweet little lamb1 you cannot know ,what blessing ,i have lost3 ,were you like me1 what could you do1 ,amid the wintry frost8 ,my clothes are thin1 my food is poor1 ,and ,i must beg from door to door4 ,i had a mother once1 like you1 ,to keep me by her side3 ,she cherish'd me and lov'd me too2 ,but soon1 alas6 she died3 ,now sorrowful and full of care1 ,i'm lone and weary every where4 ,my father was not kind to me1 ,he went away from home2 ,i long'd again his face to see1 ,but he would never come3 ,before he died he would be found ,sleeping upon the naked ground4 ,i must not weep and break my heart1 ,they tell me not to grieve3 ,sometimes ,i wish ,i could depart1 ,and find a peaceful grave3 ,they say such sorrows never come ,to those who slumber in the tomb4 ',twas thus a little orphan sung1 ,her lonely heart to cheer2 ,before she wander'd very long1 ,she found a ,savior near3 ,he bade her seek his smiling face ,and find in heav'n a dwelling place4 ,,the ,,orphan4 ,illustration ,o1 if ,i were a robin1 ,i'd soon be on the wing1 ,i'd leave my sighs and sobbin' ,and sweetly ,i would sing2 ,and early in each morning ,i'd fly from tree to tree2 ,and going and returning ,what pretty things ,i'd see8 ,but now ,i am so lonely1 ,i know not where to stay1 ,my little brother only ,is with me day by day3 ,my mother dear was crying ,when father lay so low3 ,when she herself was dying-- ,i know not what to do4 ,our parents are in heaven1 ,their spirits went above2 ,their sins were all forgiven1 ,for they the ,lord did love3 ,god call'd them to forsake us1 ,and laid them in the dust2 ,but he himself will take us1 ,if in his name we trust4 ,if ,jesus will receive us ,within his precious fold2 ,and when he'll please to give us ,some pretty wings of gold2 ,then soon we will be flying ,up to that blessed place1 ,where there is no more crying1 ,so near his smiling face4 ,,the ,,penitent ,,child4 ,illustration ,,the ,,penitent ,,child4 ,a long time ago1 when ,janett was a child1 ,as thoughtless as others1 as giddy and wild2 ,she was sent by her mistress one evening so fair1 ,where a family circle were kneeling in prayer4 ,her young heart was then touch'd1 she would afterwards say-- ,o6 that my dear master but knew how to pray2 ,for she had no father to pray for her soul1 ,no mother to counsel1 advise1 or control4 ,one night as the snows drifted deep through the vale1 ,while the bleak whistling wind was all dreary and chill1 ,she again sought the house where she first heard a pray'r1 ,and close to the door held her listening ear4 ,she heard1 as the story of ,jesus was read1 ,how he suffer'd below1 how for sinners he bled2 ,tears fell from her eyes like the drops of a show'r1 ,till sobbings of anguish were heard at the door4 ,that night did the ,lord1 by his ,spirit1 impart1 ,to the penitent child a conversion of heart2 ,then happy was she1 though an orphan and poor1 ,and she never forgot how she knelt at the door4 ,b4 ,,the ,,heathen ,,mother4 ,illustration ,see that heathen mother stand ,where the sacred currents flow1 ,with her own maternal hand1 ,mid the waves her infant throw4 ,hark6 ,i hear the piteous scream1 ,frightful monsters seize their prey3 ,or the dark and bloody stream ,bears the struggling child away4 ,fainter now1 and fainter still1 ,breaks the cry upon the ear2 ,but the mother's heart is steel2 ,she1 unmov'd1 that cry can hear4 ,send1 ,o send the ,bible there1 ,let its precepts reach the heart1 ,she may then her children spare-- ,act the mother's tender part4 ,b4 ,what is a heathen mother8 ,what is meant by the sacred current8 ,why does she throw her infant into the river8 ,what monsters of the deep seize infants8 ,why is the heathen mother so hard hearted8 ,what would make her love her child8 ,would the ,bible do her good without reading it8 ,what would make its truths touch her heart8 ,why would she then spare her child8 ,,the ,,blossom4 ,illustration ,,the ,,blossom4 ,just now a fragile blossom grew1 ,upon a lowly stem2 ,its opening leaves disclos'd to view ,a glitt'ring dewy gem4 ,jane saw1 and gently on her breast1 ,the tender flow'ret plac'd1 ,when lo6 a rude and angry gust ,its beauties all effac'd4 ,its leaves were scatter'd by the wind1 ,its fragrance lost in air2 ,till nothing there was left behind1 ,of all that was so fair4 ,young children1 like this little flower1 ,though beautiful and gay1 ,may in some sudden1 mournful hour1 ,by death be borne away4 ,but the good child who loves to pray1 ,whose sins are all forgiv'n1 ,who loves the ,savior's will t' obey1 ,may live and bloom in heav'n4 ,b4 ,,by ,,the ,,side ,,of ,a ,,river4 ,illustration ,by the side of a river so clear1 ,they carried the beautiful child1 ,mid the flags and the bushes1 ,in an ark of bulrushes1 ,they left him so lonely and wild2 ,for the ruffians would come ,if he tarried at home1 ,and murder that infant so dear4 ,by the side of the river so clear1 ,the ladies were winding their path1 ,when ,pharaoh's daughter ,stepp'd into the water ,her delicate person to bathe3 ,before it was dark1 ,she open'd the ark1 ,and found a sweet infant was there4 ,by the side of the river so clear1 ,that infant was lonely and sad1 ,she took him in pity ,and thought him so pretty1 ,and made little ,moses so glad1 ,she call'd him her own-- ,her beautiful son1 ,and sent for some nurse that was near4 ,away from the river so clear1 ,they carried the beautiful child2 ,to his own tender mother ,his sister and brother1 ,and then he look'd happy and smil'd4 ,his mother so good1 ,did all that she could1 ,to nurse him and teach him with care4 ,once more by that river so clear1 ,when ,moses was aged and good2 ,he saw the king tremble1 ,relent and dissemble1 ,and the waters all turning to blood ,the king would abuse1 ,and trouble the ,jews1 ,and turn to the ,lord a deaf ear4 ,and soon by the sea that was red1 ,stood ,moses the servant of ,god2 ,while in him he confided1 ,the deep was divided1 ,as upward he lifted his rod4 ,the ,jews safely cross'd1 ,while ,pharaoh's host1 ,were drown'd in the waters and dead4 ,and soon on a mountain so high1 ,stood ,moses1 all trembling with awe2 ,mid the lightnings and thunders1 ,and great signs and wonders1 ,for ,god was then giving his law4 ,the ,lord wrote it down1 ,on two tables of stone1 ,before he went back to the sky4 ,once more on a mountain he stood1 ,the last one he ever might see2 ,the prospect was glorious1 ,where ,israel victorious1 ,would soon over ,jordan be free4 ,then his labors did cease2 ,he departed in peace1 ,and now rests in the heav'nly abode4 ,questions and details relating to the history of ,moses1 are very profitable and instructive to children4 ,bible histories1 well told1 have a powerful influence upon their minds4 ,,voice ,,of ,,spring4 ,illustration ,hark1 hark1 the voice of spring1 ,woods and fields with echoes ring1 ,while the birds so sweetly sing2 ,music floats ,in joyous notes ,from many a tuneful string4 ,hark1 hark1 the voice of spring1 ,busy bees are on the wing1 ,none but drones are slumbering3 ,children too ,should learn to do ,every useful thing4 ,hark1 hark1 the voice of spring1 ,from the flowers the breezes bring ,many a fragrant offering1 ,emblem true ,of incense due ,to ,zion's glorious king4 ,hark1 hark1 the voice of spring1 ,trees their branches upward fling1 ,vines unto their tendrils cling2 ,infant bands ,lift up your hands1 ,devoutly worshipping4 ,,part ,,iv4 ,,the ,,altar4 ,the music found in the preceding pages1 may suffice in some measure for training and exercising the voices of young children4 ,care should be taken that the child pronounces his words with distinctness and precision4 ,the vowels also should be formed in the throat and not in the mouth or nose4 ,the manner of uttering the vowels1 is that which gives a pleasant or unpleasant tone of voice to the singer4 ,properly speaking1 we are never to sing the consonants1 but to articulate them instantly1 much as in speech1 though louder and with greater precision4 ,we sing only the vowels1 and hence our manner of treating them is almost the only circumstance that gives sweetness and polish to the voice4 ,the music which here follows1 is not intended for drilling exercises4 ,the little songs or hymns are strictly devotional2 and should as far as practicable1 be accompanied with devotional associations of thought and feeling4 ,this is a principle of unspeakable importance2 and one that ought every where to pervade the cultivation of devotional song4 ,,now ,i ,,lay ,,me ,,down4 ,illustration ,,at ,,night4 ,now ,i lay me down to sleep1 ,i pray the ,lord my soul to keep1 ,if ,i should die before ,i wake1 ,i pray the ,lord my soul to take4 ,,watts4 ,,in ,,the ,,morning4 ,through the night with slumber press'd1 ,the ,lord hath giv'n me quiet rest2 ,let mercy guide me through the day1 ,and lead me in the narrow way4 ,,the ,,sun ,,hath ,,gone ,,to ,,rest4 ,illustration ,,evening4 ,the sun hath gone to rest1 ,the bee forsakes the flower1 ,the young bird slumbers in its nest1 ,within the leafy bower4 ,where have ,i been this day ,into what folly run8 ,forgive me1 ,father1 when ,i pray ,through ,jesus ,christ thy son4 ,when all my days are o'er1 ,and in the grave ,i lie2 ,wilt thou permit my soul to soar1 ,to worlds beyond the sky4 ,l4 ,h4 ,s4 ,,dark ,,night ,,away4 ,illustration ,,morning4 ,dark night away hath roll'd1 ,glad birds are soaring high1 ,the sun with rays of gold1 ,looks from the dazzling sky4 ,teach me to thank the power1 ,whose hand sustains me so2 ,who o'er each fragrant flower1 ,bids dews of mercy flow4 ,o raise my heart above1 ,where angel hosts adore2 ,i'll praise thee for thy love1 ,and count thy mercies o'er4 ,l4 ,h4 ,s4 ,,the ,,tempest4 ,illustration ,,the ,,tempest4 ,the night is dark1 the wind is high1 ,and rain is pouring from the sky1 ,there is no moon1 ,the stars are gone1 ,the lamps are out1 the fire is down4 ,how sad and lonely is this night1 ,i cannot see a gleam of light2 ,awake ,i keep1 ,and silent weep1 ,while parents dear are fast in sleep4 ,but there is one who dwells above1 ,whose looks are bright1 whose name is love1 ,his guardian care ,is every where1 ,and those who love him need not fear4 ,such was the night in ,galilee1 ,when the disciples on the sea1 ,far from the coast1 ,by tempest tost1 ,expected to be sunk and lost4 ,the ,lord rebuk'd the angry seas1 ,and hush'd the winds and waves to peace1 ,he spake the word1 ,the tempest heard1 ,and own'd the pow'r of ,christ the ,lord4 ,then let the rain in torrents pour1 ,and let the winds in tumult roar2 ,dark be the night1 ,yet ,christ my light1 ,around me shines in splendor bright4 ,,awake1 ,,awake ,,my ,,love4 ,illustration ,,morning4 ,awake1 awake my love1 ,the ,savior from above1 ,would lend his gracious ear ,to listen to your prayer1 ,rise and unbosom every care4 ,awake1 awake my love1 ,the ,savior from above1 ,in accents kind and mild1 ,would own you as his child1 ,though you're by nature all defil'd4 ,awake1 awake my love1 ,the ,savior from above1 ,can pardon all your sin1 ,and bid your soul be clean2 ,his blood can cleanse from every stain4 ,h4 ,s4 ,m4 ,,and ,,now ,,the ,,day ,,is ,,ending4 ,illustration ,,evening4 ,and now the day is ending1 ,with all its toil and care3 ,my voice to heav'n ascending ,shall offer praise and prayer3 ,the ,lord is ever mindful ,of those who seek his face2 ,and children weak and sinful1 ,may feel his saving grace4 ,for all my sin and folly1 ,this day from morn to e'en1 ,i pray the ,lord most holy1 ,that ,i may be forgiv'n4 ,his bleeding love so precious1 ,i now recall to mind3 ,the ,lord is ever gracious1 ,and pitiful and kind4 ,while ,i1 my sins confessing1 ,implore his pard'ning love2 ,i'll praise him for each blessing ,descending from above2 ,ingratitude1 so hateful-- ,o6 keep me from that sin2 ,lord make me truly grateful1 ,and cleanse my soul within4 ,,happy ,,child4 ,illustration ,happy1 happy child am ,i1 ,on a mother's arms to lie1 ,or to rest my weary head ,on a soft and downy bed1 ,beneath her gentle eye3 ,while she kneels beside me there1 ,teaching me a holy pray'r4 ,but the little heathen child1 ,naked1 ignorant and wild1 ,has no home or downy bed1 ,where to rest his aching head1 ,or mother's arms to shield4 ,she no prayer of love can say1 ,heathen mothers will not pray4 ,blessed ,savior1 now ,i see1 ,thou art kinder far to me1 ,and ,i will not lay my head1 ,on my downy peaceful bed1 ,till ,i have pray'd to thee2 ,thank'd thee for a mother's care1 ,such as heathen never share4 ,b4 ,,the ,,storm4 ,illustration ,,the ,,storm4 ,how fierce the lightning blazes6 ,i hear the thunders roar2 ,hark6 how the wind arises6 ,while clouds their waters pour3 ,but in the ,lord confiding ,our souls feel no alarm3 ,for he himself is riding ,upon the angry storm4 ,the lightnings are his arrows1 ,the thunders are his voice ,yet e'en the feeblest sparrows ,may safe in him rejoice2 ,the clouds and winds and waters1 ,obey his sovereign word2 ,let ,zion's sons and daughters ,adore th' ,almighty ,lord4 ,when lightnings red are streaking1 ,a ,father's arm is bar'd2 ,when thunders loud are speaking1 ,a ,father's voice is heard3 ,the foes that flee before him1 ,can never feel his grace2 ,while children that adore him1 ,shall see his smiling face4 ,,lord',s ,,prayer4 ,illustration ,,the ,,lord',s ,,prayer4 ,our ,father1 our ,father in heav'n1 ,be hallowed thy glorious name1 ,to thee let the kingdom be giv'n1 ,thy will we acknowledge supreme4 ,we would by thy bounty be fed1 ,by infinite mercy forgiv'n2 ,nor into temptation be led1 ,or into sad evils be driv'n4 ,for thine is the kingdom1 ,o ,lord1 ,the power and the glory are thine1 ,be forever and ever ador'd1 ,on earth as in heav'n divine4 ,,self ,,consecration4 ,illustration ,,self-,,consecration4 ,o1 ,jesus1 delight of my soul1 ,my ,savior1 my ,shepherd divine2 ,i yield to thy blessed control1 ,my body and spirit are thine2 ,thy love ,i can never deserve1 ,that bids me be happy in thee2 ,my ,god and my ,king ,i will serve1 ,whose favor is heaven to me4 ,how can ,i thy goodness repay1 ,by nature so weak and defil'd8 ,myself ,i have given away2 ,o call me thine own little child3 ,and art thou my ,father above8 ,will ,jesus abide in my heart8 ,o1 bind me so fast with thy love1 ,that ,i never from thee shall depart4 ,,children1 ,,listen4 ,illustration ,children1 listen to the ,lord1 ,and obey his gracious word1 ,seek his love with heart and mind1 ,early seek and you shall find4 ,sorrowful1 your sins confess1 ,plead his perfect righteousness1 ,see the ,savior's bleeding side6 ,come1 you will not be denied4 ,for his worship now prepare1 ,kneel to him in fervent pray'r1 ,serve him with a perfect heart1 ,never from his ways depart4 ,,hosanna4 ,illustration ,hosannas were by children sung1 ,when ,jesus was on earth2 ,then surely we are not too young ,to sound his praises forth3 ,the ,lord is great1 the ,lord is good2 ,he feeds us from his store1 ,with earthly and with heav'nly food1 ,we'll praise him evermore4 ,and when to him young children came1 ,he took them in his arms3 ,he bless'd them in his ,father's name1 ,and spoke with heav'nly charms3 ,we thank him for his gracious word1 ,we thank him for his love3 ,we'll sing the praises of our ,lord1 ,who reigns in heav'n above4 ,before he left this world of woe1 ,on ,calvary he died2 ,his blood for us did freely flow ,forth from his wounded side2 ,o1 then we'll magnify his name ,who groan'd and died for us2 ,we'll worship the atoning ,lamb1 ,and kneel before his cross4 ,he rose again and walk'd abroad1 ,and many saw his face3 ,they call'd him the incarnate ,god1 ,redeemer of our race3 ,he rose and he ascended high1 ,we'll bow to his command3 ,his glories fill the earth and sky1 ,he sits at ,god's right hand4 ,transcriber's ,note ,obvious typographical errors were repaired1 as listed below4 ,other apparent archaic spellings1 inconsistencies or errors have been retained4 ,page #bg1 litle has been changed to little4 7,come1 drive that long sob from your dear little breast14447 ,page #bh1 willl has been changed to will4 7,the winter is coming1 then what will you eat87 ,page #cj1 thy changed to they4 7444 and off they fly47 ,page #cb1 wont changed to won't4 7,why won't he be kinder14447 ,page #cc1 unwholsome changed to unwholesome4 7,they are unwholesome too14447 ,page #ea uses syllables that sound similar to those used in solfege4 ,please note that these have been retained as published in the original4 ,page #eb1 ,a ,a1 ,c changed to ,a1 ,b1 ,c for consistency4 7,i ,see nothing but ,a1 ,b1 ,c47 ,page #eg1 ope'ning changed to opening4 7,its opening leaves disclos'd to view7 ,page #eh1 4 changed to 14 7,by the side of a river so clear14447