And oh! beware that Entry dark, -especially at night,And don't go there with Jenny Smith all by the pale moonlight!

So bless the Queen and her Royal Weans, and the Prince whose hand she took,

And bless us all, both great and small, and keep us from Nell Cook!

KIND, good-hearted, gouty Uncle John! how well I remember all the kindness and affection which my mischievous propensities so ill repaid-his bright blue coat and resplendent gilt buttons-his "frosty pow" si bien poudré-his little quill-like pigtail !-Of all my praiseworthy actions-they were "like angel visits, few and far between"-the never-failing and munificent rewarder; of my naughty deeds-they were multitudinous as the sands on the sea-shorethe ever-ready palliator; my intercessor, and sometimes even my defender against punishment, "staying harsh justice in its mid career!"-Poor Uncle John! he will ever rank among the dearest of my

NURSERY REMINISCENCES.

I REMEMBER, I remember,
When I was a little Boy,
One fine morning in September
Uncle brought me home a toy.

I remember how he patted

Both my cheeks in kindliest mood; "Then," said he, "you little Fat-head, There's a top because you're good!"

Grandmama-a shrewd observer-
I remember gazed upon
My new top, and said with fervour,
"Oh! how kind of Uncle John!"

While mama my form caressing, -
In her eye the tear-drop stood,
Read me this fine moral lesson,
"See what comes of being good!"

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I remember, I remember,
On a wet and windy day,
One cold morning in December,
I stole out and went to play;

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I remember Billy Hawkins

Came, and with his pewter squirt Squibb'd my pantaloons and stockings Till they were all over dirt !

To my mother for protection
I ran, quaking every limb :
-She exclaimed, with fond affection,
"Gracious Goodness! look at him!"

Pa cried, when he saw my garment,
-'Twas a newly-purchased dress-
"Oh! you nasty little Warment,
How came you in such a mess?"-

Then he caught me by the collar,
-Cruel only to be kind-
And to my exceeding dolour,
Gave me-several slaps behind.

Grandmama, while yet I smarted,
As she saw my evil plight,
Said-'twas rather stony hearted-
"Little rascal! sarve him right!"

I remember, I remember,

From that sad and solemn day, Never more in dark December Did I venture out to play.

" Little Boys, when they are naughty, Must be whipped and sent to bed!"