Chapter XVI: Charity

Do you see that old beggar who stands at the door?
Do not send him away,--we must pity the poor;
Oh! see how he shivers!--he's hungry and cold!
For people can't work when they grow very old.

Go, set near the fire a table and seat;
And Betty shall bring him some bread and some meat.
I hope my dear children will always be kind
Whenever they meet with the aged or blind.