The world's a very happy plece, where every child should laugh and sing, and always have a smiling face, and never sulk for any thing. . . The linnets play among the leaves, A Hide-and-seek and chirp and sing; while, flashing to and from the leaves, the swallows twitter on the wings. . . And twigs that shake, and boughs that sway, and tall old trees you could not climb, and winds that come, but cannot stay, are singing gaily all the time. . . The world is such a happy place, that childran, whether big or small, should always have a smiling face, and never, never sulk at ALL.