Cousin Hatty's Hymns and Twilight Stories

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[Illustration: MOTHER BIRDS.]




COUSIN HATTY'S

HYMNS

AND

TWILIGHT STORIES.


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BOSTON:




1851.




PREFACE.


Most of the simple verses which compose this volume were written for a
very dear child, with no thought beyond her gratification. They are
published at the request of friends, with the hope that other children
may derive the same pleasure from them as the little one for whom they
were first intended.

_Boston, Dec. 4, 1850._




CONTENTS.


 1. THE FIRST HYMN
 2. MORNING HYMN
 3. EVENING HYMN
 4. CROSS LOOKS
 5. SELFISHNESS
 6. THE CAT
 7. STUDY FIRST
 8. THE BABY
 9. I AM HAPPY WHEN I DO RIGHT
10. THE BEGGAR GIRL
11. THE GIRL WHO WOULD NOT BE WASHED
12. THE SPIDER
13. MORNING HYMN
14. EVENING HYMN
15. THE LAUNCH
16. SUNDAY
17. THE MEDDLESOME CHILD
18. GOD SEES ME ALWAYS
19. THE ARK AND THE DOVE
20. THE BEE
21. SUNDAY
22. THE PLEASANT WORLD
23. SAMUEL
24. THE BIRD'S NEST
25. GOD LOVES US
26. MOSES
27. ANGER
28. WHAT THE BIRDS SAY
29. THE MONKEY
30. THE SHEEP IN HEAVEN
31. TWILIGHT
32. THE WRONG STORY
33. THE BALLAD
34. THE CHILD'S QUESTION
35. SUNDAY NIGHT
36. HAGAR AND ISHMAEL
37. EVENING HYMN
38. THE FIRST VIOLET
39. CHRISTMAS
40. NEW YEAR
41. EVENING HYMN
42. SOAP-BUBBLES
43. SPRING
44. SUMMER
45. AUTUMN
46. WINTER
47. "GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD"
48. WILLIE IN HEAVEN
49. THE ANGELS
50. THE CHILDHOOD OF JESUS
51. THE FISHERS
52. THE RAINBOW
53. SONG FOR MAY MORNING
54. THE CHILD AND THE FLOWER-ELF
55. THE FOUR GIFTS
56. THE TWO LULLABIES




THE FIRST HYMN.


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God made the bright, round sun;
  He made the pretty flowers;
The little birds, the trees, the clouds
  The rain that falls in showers.

He made papa, mamma,
  And baby brother, too;
And mother says He looks from Heaven,
  And sees each thing I do.

Then I must try to be
  Pleasant, and sweet, and mild;
For the good God who made me loves
  A kind, obedient child.

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MORNING HYMN.


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Now again the yellow sun
Shines upon my window-pane;
Now anothor day's begun,
I can laugh and play again.

I must try to-day to be
Kind in all I say and do;
Then will God be pleased with me,
And mamma will love me too.

For she says that God above
Loves to see a little child
Sweet and gentle as the dove,
Like the pretty lamb so mild.




EVENING HYMN.


[Illustration: Letter N.]

Now the sun hath gone to rest,
Stars are coming faint and dim,
And the bird within his nest
Sweetly sings his evening hymn.

Have I tried mamma to mind?
Was I gentle in my play?
Have I been a true and kind,
Pleasant little girl to-day?

Then will God take care of me
Kindly, through the long dark night;
Bright and happy, I shall see
Once again the morning light.




CROSS LOOKS.


[Illustration: Letter W.]

Why, what a frightful face is this!
And what has happened, sir, amiss?
Come, let me wipe these tears away,
And see no more cross looks to-day.

If Kate did throw your blocks about,
She's very sorry, I've no doubt;
And here she stands to tell you so,
And build another house, I know.

No tears and crying here must be,
So have a pleasant smile for me.
There, that will do,--now run away,
And kindly with your sister play.




I MUST NOT BE SELFISH.


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[Illustration: Letter W.]

When I play with little children
  I must very gentle be;
I must always do to others
  As I'd have them do to me.

I must like to give and lend them,
  If they want my prettiest toy;
More than my delight and pleasure
  I must love my playmate's joy.

Children who are kind and loving
  God above is pleased to see;
Let me ever this remember,
  Ever sweet and pleasant be.

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THE CAT.


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Stop, naughty pussy! that's not fair!
Jump down this minute from the chair!
You've eaten my nice slice of bread.
And here are only crumbs instead.

I for a minute left the room
To listen to the "Buy a broom,"
And now I think it's quite too bad
That you my luncheon should have had.

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Her mother said, "My dear, if you
Had done what you were told to do,
And put the plate upon the shelf,
You might have had the bread yourself.

"But if you have no thought nor care,
And leave your luncheon on a chair,
You must not blame poor pussy-cat;
She knows no better, dear, than that.

"The one who left her bread about
Upon the chair, while she went out,--
The one who hangs her head for shame,--
My little girl's the one to blame!"

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STUDY FIRST.


[Illustration: Letter N.]

No, Robbie! you can go away;
I am not ready yet to play;
For I must learn these words to spell,
That I may say my lesson well.

How sad our dear mamma would look,
To find that I had left m