Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no, We will not treat them so. 2. There is a holy book that says, Our parents we must always love; Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no, We will not treat our parents so: 3. There was a wicked son who turn'd Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no, We will not treat our parents so: Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no, We will not treat them so. No. 28. THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND. (L. M.) Verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. POETRY BY MONTGOMERY. Young Choir, 44. Musical Gems, 187, (Retreat.) MATT. XXV. 40. School Singer, 160. Hath often crossed me on my way, I had not power to ask his name, 2. Once when my scanty meal was spread, He entered-not a word he spake, Just perishing for want of bread, I gave him all; he blessed it, brake, 3. I spied him where a fountain burst I ran and raised the sufferer up; Twice from the stream he drained my cup, Dipt, and returned it running o'er, I drank, and never thirsted more. 4. 'T was night. The floods were out, it blew A winter hurricane aloof; I heard his voice abroad, and flew To bid him welcome to my roof; I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest, Then made the ground my bed, and seemed 5. Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, 6. In prison I saw him next condemned, The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, 7. Then in a moment to my view, The stranger started from disguise; My Saviour stood before my eyes. No. 29. School Singer, 49. ROUND (IN FOur parts.) Flora's Festival, 50. 1. Day is gone, 2. Night is come; 3. When the day of life is flown, No. 30. SCHOOL IS BEGUN. Young Melodist, 58. 1. School is begun, so come every one, For happy are they who learn when they may, 2. Here you will find your teachers are kind, The older you grow the more you will know, 3. Little boys, when you grow to be men, If you should be once found out as a dunce, vexation. O think of your 4. Little girls too, a lesson for you, To learn is now your duty, Or no one will deem you worthy esteem, No. 31. A "VERY LITTLE SONG" FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. 1. Very little things are we, Oh how mild we all should be. School Singer, 169. 2. Never quarrel, never fight, 3. We'll be gentle all the day, Love to learn as well as play. 4. Just like pretty little lambs, Love to learn as well as play. 5. Very little things are we, No. 32. BOB O'LINKUM. Juvenile Choir. 68. 1. Tinkle, tinkle, Mister Ninkum, To sing our songs and crack our jokes. || 2. But you come, O naughty Ninkum, |