All the air is filled with praises— All thy wondrous works proclaim, In one sweet harmonious chorus, “Hallowed be thy name!” Father! wilt thou warm and water _My heart_ with Thy sun and showers, Even as Thy hand sustaineth, Birds, fruits and flowers. While in love toward Thee it turneth, Thy rich blessing, oh renew! As the lily’s cup thou fillest With the grateful dew. Up to me, sweet childhood looketh, Heart, and mind, and soul, awake, Teach me of Thy ways, O Father! For sweet childhood’s sake. In their young hearts, soft and tender, Guide my hand good seed to sow, That its blossoming may praise Thee Wheresoe’er they go. Give to me a cheerful spirit, That my little flock may see It is good and pleasant service, To be taught of Thee. Father, order all my footsteps; So direct my daily way, That in following me, the children May not go astray. Let thy holy counsel lead me— Let thy light before me shine— That they may not stumble over Word, or deed of mine. Draw us, hand in hand, to Jesus, For his word’s sake, unforgot, Let “the little ones come to me, And forbid them not.” Mary had been taught neat habits when she was a child, and she still observed them. She never left her chamber in the morning, until her bed was made, and every thing was put into its place. When she rose, she took off her night-dress, and put on a dressing gown which hung in the wardrobe or clothes-press; then she took the bed-clothes from the bed, and turned them, with her night-dress, to the window, to air; then she shook up the bolster and pillows, and placed them on the window-sill; and after she had combed her hair, and washed her person, and had thoroughly cleaned her teeth and nails, which occupied some time, she made her bed, and dusted the furniture before she finished dressing. Such was the beginning of Mary’s day. She always looked fresh and pure, and came down stairs in the morning with a pleasant face. [Illustration: Mary’s mother reading with her] * * * * * After breakfast, Mary set out for school early, and alone; and she told Charles and Harry Linn and their sister Lucy, to come at school-time. Mary walked slowly along, stopping by the way to gather a nosegay of wild flowers. She found violets and the delicate white anemone, and buttercups and daisies.