SHEEP AND LAMBS.

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HE sheep were in the fold at night;
And now a new-born lamb
Totters and trembles in the light,
Or bleats beside its dam.
How anxiously the mother tries,
With every tender care,
To screen it from inclement skies,
And the cold morning air!
The hail-storm of the east is fled,
She seems with joy to swell;
While ever, as she bends her head,
I hear the tinkling bell.
So while for me a mother's prayer
Ascends to Heaven above,
May I repay her tender care
With gratitude and love.

THE WATER-RAT.

THE WILD CAT.

THE WEASEL.

THE SYRIAN DOG.

THE GLOW-WORM.

THE LOCUST.

THE HERCULES BEETLE.

THE CHAMELEON.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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