﻿308 PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



" And nov," said the old lady, " I am going, and expect to spend 

 my days with John. I think I am not unthankful for this great 

 blessing, nor have forgotten God, whose love and providence pro- 

 tected my boy in a world full of danger, and has made my ' heart 

 sing for joy,' because ' my son was dead and is alive again, was lost 

 and is found. 



" If ever you should go to S , you may see where he lives. 



His name is John Newton Leonard on his sign it is John N. 

 Leonard, but his name is John Neivton Leonard." H. M. T. 



Little Edmund. 



BY MRS. SIGOURNEY. 



" BE good, little Edmund," your mother will say, 

 She will whisper it soft in your ear, 



And ofttimes repeat it, by night and by day, 

 That you need not forget it, my dear. 



And the ant at its work, and the flower-loving bee, 

 And the sweet little bird in the wood, 



As it warbles a song from its nest on the tree, 

 Seem to say, " Little Eddy, be good." 



" Be good," says the Bible that volume of love 



And the wisest are bound to obey 

 For the truths that it teaches will lead us above, 



When death calls the spirit away. 



For as sure as the brook to the river doth run, 



And the river to ocean's broad wave, 

 This rule, if well learned from your cradle, my son, 



Will prove your best wealth at the grave. 



