Regard for the interests of little readers throughout the country, has induced the owners of copy-rights to allow the insertion of several favorite songs in this collection. Those from "Hastings' Nursery Songs," published by M. W. Dodd, New York, are in that work set to music for the young.

Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1852, by MAR O. WARD, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York.

Right of publishing transferred to the American Tract Society

WELCOME, Welcome, little stranger,
To this busy world of care;
Nothing can thy peace endanger,
Nothing now thy steps ensnare.

Mother's heart is filled with pleasure,
All her feelings are awake;

Gladly would she, little treasure, All thy pains and sufferings take.

Mayest thou, if designed by heaven
Future days and years to see,
Soothe her, make her passage even;
Let her heart rejoice in thee.

May her anxious cares and labors
Be repaid by filial love;

And thy soul be crowned with favors

From the boundless source above.

Taylor.

BABY, SLEEP.

Sleep, baby, sleep,

No longer weep;

Near thee sits thy little brother,

Close beside thee is thy mother:

Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, baby, sleep,

No longer weep;

Israel's Shepherd watches o'er thee,
No rude danger lies before thee:

Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, baby, sleep,

No longer weep;

Germ of beauty, bud and blossom,

Rest upon thy Saviour's bosom :

Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, baby, sleep,

No longer weep;

Life has many a raging billow--
Rest upon thy downy pillow:
Sleep, baby, sleep.

Hastings' "Nursery Songs."

HUSHABY.

Hushaby, hushaby,

Baby, do not weep;
On thy downy pillow lie,
Softly, softly sleep.

Hushaby, hushaby,

Now thine eyelids close;
While thy mother sitting by,
Watches thy repose.

Hushaby, hushaby,

Think of no alarm;

Angel spirits round thee fly,
Guarding thee from harm.

Hushaby, hushaby,

Slumber sweet be given;
On thy downy pillow lie,
Precious gift from heaven.

Hastings' "Nursery Songs."