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tides for publication in a separate form. The present volume is to be fol- 

 lowed by another of the same kind. When it reaches us we will enter at 

 some length into the question of capital punishments. 



Grandmamma's Sampler ; with some other Rhymes for Children. 

 By Mrs. G. G. IIichardsgn. William Crofts. 



This is one of the most delightful books for children which has come under 

 our notice for some years past. It is admirably suited to their taste and ca- 

 pacity. It is sure to engage their attention : it is to be hoped it will do more — 

 it can hardly fail to improve their morals. " The Sampler" is full of salutary 

 truths, philosophical as well as moral, which, if only reduced to practice, will 

 be productive of happiness to the individual, and benefit to society. Our only 

 regret is that the excellent idea was not followed out to a greater extent. 

 As "The Sampler" is not so convenient for extract, we copy the following 

 simple yet beautiful little sketch from the miscellaneous pieces. It is the 

 concluding part of a sketch of two motherless girls, and is headed " Char- 

 lotte and Anne :" — 



How erringly we figure 



The changes Time may bring ! 

 He came to Anne with healing 



And health upon his wing. 



But to those little sisters " To see me look so grand and fine ! 



Had many changes come ; [grave. And best of all 'twould be 

 They had wept beside their mother's To hear them cry as I went by. 



Their father went from home. 



He stayed a year in London town ; 



And, when he came again. 

 He told of many wond'rous things 



They never knew till then. 



Of houses tall as forest-trees. 



And thick as hedges set. 

 Within whose lanes the multitudes 



Of all the earth seem'd met. 



Of glitt'ring sights so manifold. 

 Which wealthy streets display. 



Were I to tell you all be told, 

 'Twould last a summer's day. 



But longer were it to describe 



The fairy tales of thought [minds. 



' What a pretty queen is she 1' " 



" Nay, Charlotte," said her sister Anne* 



" If I were made a queen, 

 I'd soon be wishing back again 



To our bonny gowany green. 



" I care na for a gowden crown 



And silks and satins gay, 

 I'd be so fear'd for rumpling them. 



They'd spoil both work and play. 



" If I'd been born the Lunnun queen, 

 Too proud I had been made. 



To hear folks say as I rode by, 

 ' God bless good Adelaide.' 



" But well I'd like to have a coach 

 That Granny she might ride ; 



Which, glitt'ring, stirring in their She's always been so kind to us 



Those London marvel wrought. 



And one day they were sitting 



At work upon the green. 

 When suddenly the younger cried. 



" How I'd like to be a queen ! 



"And, then, a crown upon my head. 



In silks and satins gay, 

 I'd never do a stitch of work. 



And I'd eat short bread ail day. 



" And would it not be nice to ride 

 In a gilded coach and four, 



And see the folks all wondering 

 And running to the door. 



Since our dear mother died I 



"And golden guineas plenty! 



Aye hundreds, thousands — yes ! 

 And there should not be in all the land 



One creature in distress. 



" And I'd buy a big-print bible. 

 For Granny's eyes are dim. 



And Father, he'll be turning old. 

 Another such for him. 



" They've crowns in Heaven, my sister. 

 Oh ! if we can but won* there. 



We need not mind what raiment. 

 While tarrying here, we wear !" 



• Get. 



