Now you must go to town, you say! Then tell me, ’fore you go away, A lot of things I must not do, And point your finger at me, too, This way: Now don’t climb up on chairs, And don’t go tumblin’ down the stairs; Don’t tease your little sister, dear, And don’t do anything that’s queer. Don’t say “I won’t” to Auntie Bee— What is it you are telling me? You won’t say “Don’t” to me to-day? Well, then, how can I disobey? I wish my truly mother could Make it so easy to be good! —_Sara Tawney Lefferts._ [Illustration] The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night. —_Henry Wadsworth Longfellow._ _There Was a Little Girl._ There was a little girl who wore a little hood, And a curl down the middle of her forehead; When she was good, she was very, very good, But when she was bad, she was horrid. _Ladybird, Ladybird, Fly Away Home._ Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home, Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone, All but one, and her name is Ann, And she crept under the pudding-pan. _Curly Locks! Curly Locks!_ Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream! _Little Bob Snooks._ Little Bob Snooks was fond of his books, And loved by his usher and master; But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye, And carries his nose in a plaster. [Illustration] FOLLOW ME. Children go To and fro, In a merry, pretty row, Footsteps light, Faces bright; ’Tis a happy sight. Swiftly turning round and round, Never look upon the ground; Follow me, Full of glee, Singing merrily. Work is done, Play’s begun; Now we have our laugh and fun; Happy days, Pretty plays, And no naughty ways. Holding fast each other’s hand, We’re a happy little band; Follow me, Full of glee, Singing merrily. Birds are free, So are we; And we live as happily. Work we do, Study too, For we learn “Twice two;” Then we laugh, and dance, and sing, Gay as larks upon the wing; Follow me, Full of glee, Singing merrily. —_Eliza Lee Follen._ [Illustration] _To Make Your Candles Last._ To make your candles last for aye, You wives and maids give ear-o! To put ’em out’s the only way, Says honest John Boldero. _Tommy Trot._