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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Mother Truth's Melodies, by Mrs. E. P. Miller
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+
+Title: Mother Truth's Melodies
+       Common Sense For Children
+
+Author: Mrs. E. P. Miller
+
+Release Date: February 25, 2010 [EBook #31388]
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+
+
+<p>
+Transcriber's notes:
+</p>
+<p class="indent">
+  Page numbers in this book are indicated by numbers enclosed in curly
+  braces, e.g. {99}. They are located where page breaks occurred
+  in the original book.
+</p>
+<p>
+End Transcriber's note
+</p>
+<br>
+<h1>
+MOTHER TRUTH'S MELODIES.
+<br><br>
+COMMON SENSE FOR CHILDREN.
+</h1>
+
+<p class="center">
+A KINDERGARTEN,
+<br><br>
+BY
+<br><br>
+MRS. E. P. MILLER,
+<br><br>
+AUTHOR OF "A FATHER'S ADVICE; A BOOK FOR EVERY BOY." AND
+"A MOTHER'S ADVICE; A BOOK FOR EVERY GIRL."
+<br><br>
+450 ILLUSTRATIONS.
+<br><br>
+NEW AND ENLARGED EDITION.
+<br><br><br>
+
+
+CHICAGO:
+<br><br>
+CRAM STANDARD BOOK CO.,
+<br><br>
+BOSTON, MASS., J. Q. ADAMS &amp; Co
+<br><br>
+1896.
+<br><br>
+
+
+COPYRIGHTED 1887, BY<br>
+STANDARD PUBLISHING COMPANY.
+<br><br>
+COPYRIGHTED BY<br>
+STANDARD COLUMBIAN COMPANY,<br><br>
+1891, 1892.
+<br><br>
+COPYRIGHTED BY<br>
+CRAM STANDARD BOOK COMPANY<br>
+1894<br>
+<br><br>
+
+COPYRIGHTED BY<br>
+GEORGE F. CRAM,<br>
+1895<br>
+<br><br>
+</p>
+<a name="5">{5}</a>
+<br>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 214px; height: 229px;" alt="" src="images/005f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+<pre>
+  To all who love the Children,
+    This book, INSCRIBED, I bring,--
+  Thus reaching forth to draw you
+    Within my charmed ring,
+  Where seeds and germs we'll nurture
+    In babies, children, youth,
+  Till every plant shall blossom,
+    And bear the fruits of TRUTH.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="6">{6}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 323px; height: 234px;" alt="" src="images/006f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+<p class="indent">
+INTRODUCTION.
+</p>
+<pre>
+  Since little ones are <i>geese</i> no more,
+    But <i>knowing</i> have become,
+  It ill beseems that "Mother Goose"
+    Should dwell in every home.
+  So "Mother Truth" in "Melodies"
+    For Babes, here lifts her voice,
+  Assured that parents, children, all,
+    Will welcome and rejoice.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="7">{7}</a>
+<p class="indent">
+NOTE.
+</p>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 124px; height: 161px;" alt="" src="images/007f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+<p>
+Let no one suppose that the Author of these "Melodies" considers them
+poetry. They are simply rhymes, the jingle of which may be music in
+the children's ears, and the illustrations a delight to eager eyes.
+The Truths presented, even if not fully understood at first, will
+leave their impress, and in so far as they fill the little minds, will
+keep out falsehood and false ideas.
+</p>
+<p>
+The putting of facts in such form as to attract the attention of the
+little ones, and be readily fixed in their memory, was first suggested
+to the writer of these rhymes by a valued friend, the well known
+philanthropist, MRS. ELIZABETH THOMPSON, and her interest in the
+"Melodies" is such that she has generously assisted in procuring
+illustrations for the same.
+</p>
+<p>
+Thus "Mother Truth's Melodies" are introduced with the hope that this
+effort to entertain children with rhyming reason will meet with the
+approval of every lover of the young, and of Truth.
+</p>
+<a name="8">{8}</a>
+<p>
+Poetry is the language of the imagination, while "facts are stubborn
+things," and, in the mass, refuse utterly to be poetized. Yet, even
+facts may be presented pleasingly and melodiously, and in such way
+that they will be easily impressed upon the minds of children. This
+the author of "Mother Truth's Melodies" sought to do, when the little
+book was first given to the public.
+</p>
+<p>
+Now, however, in the revising and enlarging of the book, she has given
+wider play to the imagination, has enlarged the range of subjects, has
+embodied lessons for children of older growth, and feels that
+altogether, it will meet more fully the demands which its already
+large sales warrant her in believing to exist.
+</p>
+<p>
+She can ask no more favorable reception than was first met; but,
+hoping for a continuance of the same, she trusts that as it becomes
+more widely distributed, its truths and teachings will be impressed
+upon household after household, till throughout the land, the little
+ones, and larger, too, shall be influenced thereby.
+</p>
+<p>
+MRS. E. P. M.
+</p>
+<a name="9">{9}</a>
+<p class="center">
+CONTENTS
+</p>
+
+<table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2">
+<tbody><tr><td>WHY FLY AWAY, MOTHER GOOSE, </td><td><a href="#13">13</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>TOSS THE BABY, </td><td><a href="#14">14</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>PAT-A-CAKE, PAT-A-CAKE, </td><td><a href="#15">15</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>HEY, MY KITTEN, MY KITTEN, </td><td><a href="#16">16</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>WINKUM, WINKUM, </td><td><a href="#17">17</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>BABY'S BELL, </td><td><a href="#18">18</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>WILLY-NILLY, </td><td><a href="#19">19</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>BABY'S RECORD, </td><td><a href="#20">20</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>SLEEP, LITTLE SWEETEY, </td><td><a href="#22">22</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>NEVER TELL A FIB, </td><td><a href="#23">23</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>HUMPTY-DUMPTY, </td><td><a href="#24">24</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>HUSH-A-BYE, </td><td><a href="#26">26</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH, </td><td><a href="#30">30</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>BYE-BABY-BUNTING, </td><td><a href="#31">31</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>TO BED WITH THE CHICKENS, </td><td><a href="#32">32</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>DIVE ME SUDAR, </td><td><a href="#33">33</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>TAUSE I'M TROSS, </td><td><a href="#34">34</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE NEW BOOK </td><td><a href="#36">36</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>WHISKUM, WHISKUM, </td><td><a href="#37">37</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE JACK-HORSE, </td><td><a href="#38">38</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>HI-DIDDLE DIDDLE, </td><td><a href="#39">39</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE RAIN, </td><td><a href="#40">40</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>FEED THE BIRDIES, </td><td><a href="#41">41</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>ROCK-A-BYE, </td><td><a href="#42">42</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE SNOWBALL, </td><td><a href="#49">49</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>LITTLE BO-PEEP, </td><td><a href="#50">50</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE TEA PARTY, </td><td><a href="#51">51</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>TELL IT AGAIN, MOTHER, </td><td><a href="#52">52</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>LITTLE JACK HORNER, </td><td><a href="#54">54</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>LITTLE BOY BLUE, </td><td><a href="#55">55</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>MISS VELVET PAWS, </td><td><a href="#56">56</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>POLLY HOPKINS, </td><td><a href="#57">57</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>A, B, C, </td><td><a href="#58">58</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>C-A-T SPELLS CAT, </td><td><a href="#64">64</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE KITTEN, </td><td><a href="#67">67</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>DOLLY DIMPLE, </td><td><a href="#70">70</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>IF YOU PLEASE, </td><td><a href="#75">75</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE POOR LITTLE CHICK-A-DEES, </td><td><a href="#76">76</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>HEIGH-HO, DAISIES AND BUTTERCUPS, </td><td><a href="#80">80</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE PONY, </td><td><a href="#81">81</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>BABY'S RECKONING, </td><td><a href="#86">86</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>TWO LITTLE PINK SHOES, </td><td><a href="#88">88</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>BABY PEARL, </td><td><a href="#90">90</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>MY VALENTINE, </td><td><a href="#91">91</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>FEE-FI-FO-FUM, </td><td><a href="#92">92</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE OXEN, </td><td><a href="#100">100</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE BROKEN PITCHER, </td><td><a href="#104">104</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE ELEPHANTS, </td><td><a href="#105">105</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE WIND, THE FOG, THE RAIN, THE SNOW, </td><td><a href="#106">106</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>TRUTH, </td><td><a href="#110">110</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>HI DIDDLE, HO-DIDDLE, </td><td><a href="#112">112</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>WHAT IS THE AXIS, </td><td><a href="#116">116</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>HEAT AND COLD, </td><td><a href="#119">119</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>HARLEY'S DREAM, </td><td><a href="#120">120</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>OUR LANGUAGE KEY, </td><td><a href="#123">123</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE SPEECH FAMILY, </td><td><a href="#124">124</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>NUMBER AND GENDER, </td><td><a href="#126">126</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>ONE LITTLE CHICKEN, </td><td><a href="#127">127</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>LETTERS, </td><td><a href="#128">128</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>WORDS, </td><td><a href="#129">129</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>A SMILE, </td><td><a href="#131">131</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>TWINKLE, TWINKLE, </td><td><a href="#132">132</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>OLD SOL IN A JINGLE, </td><td><a href="#134">134</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>"ROBERT OF LINCOLN," </td><td><a href="#137">137</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>LIMPY-DIMPY-DINGLE, </td><td><a href="#138">138</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>CASTLE WONDERFUL, </td><td><a href="#140">140</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE RATTLE OF THE BONES </td><td><a href="#148">148</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>WHOLLY HOLE-Y, </td><td><a href="#153">153</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE BREATH O' LIFE, </td><td><a href="#156">156</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THREE LITTLE GIRLS, </td><td><a href="#157">157</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>TEMPERANCE CHILD, </td><td><a href="#158">158</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>LISTEN, CHILDREN, </td><td><a href="#159">159</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, </td><td><a href="#160">160</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>CURIOUS TREES; THE COW TREE, THE SUGAR-PINE, THE BUTTER-TREE, THE
+BREAD-FRUIT TREE, THE CLOVE-TREE, </td><td><a href="#161">161</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE TREE VILLAGE, </td><td><a href="#166">166</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>NO EYES, </td><td><a href="#168">168</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE MAMMOTH CAVE, </td><td><a href="#170">170</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE CAMELS, </td><td><a href="#172">172</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>KEY NOTES, </td><td><a href="#177">177</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE BEARS, </td><td><a href="#178">178</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE BEAR, A BLESSING, </td><td><a href="#181">181</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>FRUITS, </td><td><a href="#183">183</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE RACCOON, </td><td><a href="#184">184</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE BANK SWALLOWS, </td><td><a href="#190">190</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE MOCKING BIRD, </td><td><a href="#194">194</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE BUSY BEES, </td><td><a href="#196">196</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>HONEY-SWEET, </td><td><a href="#205">205</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>WHAT THEY SAY, </td><td><a href="#208">208</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>BRITAIN'S RULERS, </td><td><a href="#215">215</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>OUR LAND, </td><td><a href="#218">218</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>SIGNS OF THE ZODIAC, </td><td><a href="#220">220</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>GRAPHO, </td><td><a href="#223">223</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE STOP FAMILY, </td><td><a href="#226">226</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>LITTLE MISCHIEF, </td><td><a href="#229">229</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>GRANDMA'S CANARY, </td><td><a href="#233">233</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>BABY'S FAITH, </td><td><a href="#236">236</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE MEADOW QUAILS, </td><td><a href="#238">238</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE LITTLE HOUSEWIFE, </td><td><a href="#240">240</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>MOTHER-LOVE, </td><td><a href="#242">242</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>IT SNOWS! IT SNOWS! </td><td><a href="#244">244</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>AN OLD SAW, </td><td><a href="#247">247</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE DANDELION BLOSSOM, </td><td><a href="#248">248</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>SUNSHINE, </td><td><a href="#250">250</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>OUR ETHEL, </td><td><a href="#250">250</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>LITTLE GIRL'S LETTER TO GOD, </td><td><a href="#254">254</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>GRANDMA'S LESSONS, </td><td><a href="#258">258</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>MY LITTLE FOUR YEAR OLD, </td><td><a href="#260">260</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>HANDSOME DICK, </td><td><a href="#261">261</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>BESSIE'S KISSES, </td><td><a href="#266">266</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE DINNER POT, </td><td><a href="#267">267</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>NANNY'S PLAY, </td><td><a href="#268">268</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>NANNY'S LESSON, </td><td><a href="#272">272</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>NANNY'S RIDE, </td><td><a href="#276">276</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE RACE, </td><td><a href="#283">283</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>OUR KENNETH, </td><td><a href="#284">284</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>MY TEN YEAR'S OLD, </td><td><a href="#287">287</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>DARE TO SAY NO, </td><td><a href="#288">288</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>ASK MOTHER; TELL MOTHER, </td><td><a href="#291">291</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>DON'T TELL A LIE, </td><td><a href="#292">292</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>LITTLE MOSES, </td><td><a href="#294">294</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE CHILDREN'S RAILROAD, </td><td><a href="#298">298</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE PHOEBE'S NEST IN THE OLD WELL WHEEL, </td><td><a href="#304">304</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>MABEL'S SNOW-FEATHERS </td><td><a href="#306">306</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>FOREST TREES, </td><td><a href="#310">310</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>CHILDHOOD FANCIES, </td><td><a href="#312">312</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>LIZZIE AND THE ANGELS, </td><td><a href="#317">317</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>CHILD MEMORIES, </td><td><a href="#324">324</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>NELLY AND NED, </td><td><a href="#326">326</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE CLAMBERERS, </td><td><a href="#329">329</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE NEW WHITE JATTET, </td><td><a href="#330">330</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>REMEMBER THE POOR, </td><td><a href="#331">331</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE LITTLE STREET SWEEPER, </td><td><a href="#332">332</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE FAMILY, </td><td><a href="#338">338</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>QUIRKS, </td><td><a href="#345">345</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>SOMEBODY'S BOY, </td><td><a href="#346">346</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE LADDIE-AND LASSIE BIRDS, </td><td><a href="#348">348</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td>THE GREAT WATCH FULL I, </td><td><a href="#352">352</a></td></tr>
+</tbody>
+</table>
+
+<br>
+<a name="13">{13}</a>
+
+<p class="center">
+MOTHER TRUTH'S MELODIES.
+</p>
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+WHY FLY AWAY, MOTHER GOOSE?
+</p>
+<pre>
+  "MOTHER GOOSE, Mother Goose,
+    Why fly away?"
+  "Because Mother Truth is
+    A-coming to-day.
+  She'll tell you funny things,
+    But they'll be true;
+  She'll bring you pictures
+    So charming and new;
+      She'll sing you Melodies, helping to show
+      How, to true women and men, you may grow."
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 365px; height: 306px;" alt="" src="images/013f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="14">{14}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+TOSS THE BABY.
+</p>
+<pre>
+  Toss the baby high in air;
+  Catch him though, with special care
+  Lest his little back be strained,
+  Lest his little joints be sprained,
+  Lest his bones be bent or broken;
+
+  Lest through life he bear some token
+  Of a careless toss or fall,
+  That for sympathy shall call,
+  And that must forever be
+  Painful to our memory.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 310px; height: 490px;" alt="" src="images/014f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="15">{15}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+PAT-A-CAKE, PAT-A-CAKE.
+</p>
+<pre>
+  Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
+    Mamma's boy,
+  Laughing and crowing,
+    And jumping with joy;
+  Roll it, and pick it and mark it with B,
+    And toss in the oven for Baby and me.
+
+  Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
+    Papa's girl,
+  Springing in baby-glee,
+    Shaking her curl;
+  Roll it and pick it and mark it with G,
+    And toss in the oven for Girly and me.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 299px; height: 210px;" alt="" src="images/015f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="16">{16}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+HEY, MY KITTEN, MY KITTEN.
+</p>
+<pre>
+    Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
+    Hey, my kitten, my deary;
+  If Mamma should feed him too often,
+    He never could be so cheery.
+    Here we go up, up, up.
+  And here we go down, down, down-y.
+  If we never feed baby too much,
+    He never will give us a frown-y.
+
+    Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
+    Hey, my kitten, my deary;
+  We'll put him to bed with the birdies,
+    And that will make him so cheery!
+    Here we go up, up, up,
+  And here we go down, down, down-y;
+  If we give him nothing but smiles,
+    He will give us never a frown-y.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 249px; height: 259px;" alt="" src="images/016f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="17">{17}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+WINKUM, WINKUM.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Winkum, winkum, shut your eye,
+  Sweet, my baby, lullaby;
+  For the dew is falling soft,
+  Lights are flickering up aloft,
+  And the head-light's peeping over
+  Yonder hill-top capped with clover;
+  Chickens long have gone to rest,
+  Birds lie snug within their nest,
+  And my birdie soon will be
+  Sleeping with the chick-a-dee,
+  For with only half a try,
+  Winkum, winkum, shuts her eye.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 259px; height: 278px;" alt="" src="images/017f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="18">{18}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+BABY'S BELL.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Jingle! jingle! baby's bell;
+  What a tale its tongue might tell.
+  Could it speak it sure would say,
+  "When the baby's tired with play,
+  And is getting cross, don't try
+  To jingle bells, but hush-a-bye;
+  All so still, now crooning low,
+  Lull-a-bye, bye-o, bye-o,--
+  Quiet down his quaking nerves,
+  Soothe him as his state deserves;--
+  Passing hand from head to feet,
+  Sl-o-w-l-y, softly, loving, sweet,
+  As to smooth the feathers down,
+  Rumpled, from your birdling's crown;--  <a name="19">{19}</a>
+  See, he sleeps, and in his dream
+  Yours may hand of angel seem,
+  Raveling out the tangled ills,
+  Knitting up with restful thrills."
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 360px; height: 272px;" alt="" src="images/018f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+WILLY-NILLY.
+</p>
+<pre>
+  Willy-Nilly, birdy sings,
+    For he's running over
+  With the music that he flings
+    To his sweet bird-lover;--
+  Willy-nilly, baby laughs,
+   Gay and glad and gleeful;
+  Brimming over high with health,
+    She is always playful.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 154px; height: 207px;" alt="" src="images/019f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="20">{20}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+BABY'S RECORD.
+</p>
+<pre>
+  New-born baby, soft and pink,
+  Of the two worlds on the brink.
+
+  One month old,--eat and sleep;
+  Precious little human heap.
+
+  Two months old,--tear and smile;
+  Fists in mouth and eyes the while.
+
+  Three months old,--"goo-a-goo,"
+  Windows wide where soul looks through.
+
+  Four months old,--finds his toes,
+  Tries to fix them on his nose.   <a name="21">{21}</a>
+
+  Five months old,--first wee pearl;
+  All the household in a whirl.
+
+  Six months old,--sits alone;
+  Wishes swaddling clothes were gone.
+
+  Seven months old,--creep and crawl,
+  Wonder-eyed, a charm to all.
+
+  Eight months old,--confiscate
+  Pussy's tail and papa's pate.
+
+  Nine months old,--roguish eyes
+  Deepening daily; wilful, wise.
+
+  Ten months old,--witching ways
+  Wind us in; the baby pays!
+
+  Eleven months old,--finger-tip
+  Guides the elfin on his trip.
+
+  Year old,--lots of mischief done;
+  Walking, talking, just for fun.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 191px; height: 513px;" alt="" src="images/020f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<br>
+<a name="22">{22}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+SLEEP, LITTLE SWEETEY.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Sleep now, my sweetey,
+  Dear one, and pretty!
+  Weary with playing,
+  Weary with straying,
+  Stop little thinkers,
+  Shut little winkers;
+  Sleep, little sweetey,
+  Precious and pretty.
+
+  Sleep now, my sweetey,
+  Dear One, and pretty!
+  Stop little thinkers,
+  Shut little winkers,
+  Angels a-watching
+  Sleep-doors unlatching;
+  Slip in, my sweetey,
+  Precious and pretty!
+
+  Sleeping, my sweetey,
+  Dear one, and pretty!
+  Stopped, little thinkers,
+  Shut, little winkers,
+  Angels a-watching,
+  Sleep-doors are latching;
+  Slipped in, my sweetey,
+  Precious and pretty!
+</pre>
+
+<a name="23">{23}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+NEVER TELL A FIB.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  If mamma says she'll punish,
+    She must do it, or she tells
+  A fib, as Sister Annie
+    Told "a story" 'bout the bells;
+  And if mamma tells a fib,
+    Then surely children will,
+  And what a fearful thing,
+    Our home with fibs to fill!
+</pre>
+<br>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 224px; height: 182px;" alt="" src="images/023f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="24">{24}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+HUMPTY--DUMPTY.
+</p>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 147px; height: 181px;" alt="" src="images/024f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+    Humpty-Dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
+  Baby is crying, why doesn't he stop?
+  What does he cry for? his clothing is tight;
+  No wonder such things make baby a fright.
+
+    Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
+  Baby was crying, but now he will stop;
+  What did he cry for? his clothing was wet;
+  No wonder such things should make babies fret.
+
+    Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
+  Baby is crying, oh, when will he stop?
+  What does he cry for? his feet are a-cold;
+  No wonder such things should make baby scold.  <a name="25">{25}</a>
+
+    Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
+  Baby is crying, but soon he will stop;
+  What does he cry for? he had too much food;
+  No baby in this way can ever be good.
+
+    Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
+  Baby is laughing and scarcely will stop;
+  What does he laugh for? Oh, when he feels well,
+  He always is happy,--'tis thus we can tell.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 167px; height: 181px;" alt="" src="images/025f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="26">{26}</a>
+<p class="title">
+HUSH-A-BYE.
+</p>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 145px; height: 230px;" alt="" src="images/026f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    On Grandmother's lap;
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    And take a nice nap;
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    What is it you say?
+  Your "teeth are a-coming,"
+  You're "ten months to-day;"
+  Well, babies must cry,
+  And Grandmothers must try
+  To comfort and hush them, but never forget
+    The little gums ache,
+    And little nerves quake,
+  Till little lips quiver, and babies must fret.
+
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll cool his hot gums,
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    With tiny ice-crumbs;
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll rub hard and long
+  With icy-cold finger,--
+    See him list to my song!  <a name="27">{27}</a>
+
+  Ah, babies are sweet
+  If their wants we but meet,
+  So why should we blame them when fretful and cross?
+    Let us find what is wrong,
+    And remove it ere long,
+  And we'll see that time thus spent is never a loss.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 138px; height: 201px;" alt="" src="images/027f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    What more can we do
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    That will comfort you?
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll lay you down flat,
+  On your stomach, dear baby,
+    On Grandmother's lap.  <a name="28">{28}</a>
+
+    Nor trot you a mite,
+    No matter how slight,
+  But, sure that your clothing is all dry and neat,
+    We'll loosen each band,
+    And with soft and warm hand,
+  Gently rub you all over from head to your feet.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 147px; height: 218px;" alt="" src="images/028f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    We will not forget,
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    That hands may be wet,
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    And soothe you sometimes,
+  When dry hands won't do it,
+    Hush, list to my rhymes!  <a name="29">{29}</a>
+
+    And now we'll not nurse
+    Till the nursing's a curse;
+  Nor dose you, nor drug you, nor feed with sweet-meats;
+    Nor to soothe, will we try,
+    With old "Dame Winslow" by,
+  For our hopes for the babies, she ever defeats.
+
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll quiet his nerves,
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    The truth it deserves--
+  Hush-a-bye, baby--
+    Even here to be known :
+  We will <i>quiet his nerves</i>
+    By <i>just calming our own!</i>
+  And our baby will feel
+    The sweet hush o'er him steal,
+  That brings with it soothing and comfort and rest;
+  And to slumber so soft,
+  His spirit we'll waft,
+  And then lay him away in his own baby nest.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 144px; height: 125px;" alt="" src="images/029f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="30">{30}</a>
+<p class="title">
+DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Dear Mamma, I've been laughing
+    For Uncle Ben and Pa,
+  And then for sister Lizzie
+    I talked "ar-g o-o" and "gar;"
+  And then a "little story"
+    For Dick and Cousin Jane,--
+  And now you, Mamma, want me
+    To laugh and talk again.
+
+  I'd like to do it,
+    Mamma, but if I even try,
+  I am so weary with it,
+    I'm sure I'd only cry!
+  Don't let them try, dear Mamma,
+    to make me laugh and crow,
+  I'll do it when I'm able,
+    for babies always do.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 300px; height: 223px;" alt="" src="images/030f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="31">{31}</a>
+<p class="title">
+BYE-BABY-BUNTING.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  BYE-BABY-BUNTING,
+  The Indians live by hunting,
+  And bring home many a beaver-skin
+  To wrap the little pappoose in.
+  And mother-squaw the baby'll tie
+  Fast on a board, and swinging high,
+  Will hang it up among the trees
+  To rock-a-bye with every breeze;
+  But our dear baby, snug and warm,
+  Shall rock-a-bye on mother's arm.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 354px; height: 467px;" alt="" src="images/031f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="32">{32}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+TO BED WITH THE CHICKENS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 265px; height: 178px;" alt="" src="images/032f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Oh, put me in my bed, Mamma,
+    When chickens go to rest,
+  For I'm your little chick-a-dee,
+    So put me in my nest.
+
+  Yes, when the birds forget to sing,
+    And lambs forget to play,
+  You'll put your birdy in his nest,
+    Your lamb you'll fold away.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 83px; height: 49px;" alt="" src="images/032f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="33">{33}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+DIVE ME SUDAR.
+</p>
+<pre>
+  Papa, when you dive me tandy,
+    Dive me only white,--
+  'Tause there's poison in the tolored,
+    Which my health will blight;
+  But you better dive me sudar,
+    Let the tandy be,--
+  'Tause I shall not want so much,
+    And that is best for me.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 311px; height: 262px;" alt="" src="images/033f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="34">{34}</a>
+<p class="title">
+'TAUSE I'M TROSS
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 315px; height: 327px;" alt="" src="images/034f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Mamma, 'tause I'm tross don't whip me;
+    I tan't help it, not a bit!
+  'Tis the tandy hurts my stomat,
+    And that mates me whine and fret.
+  Sometimes, too, I'm whipped for trossness
+    When the trossness tomes from meat;      <a name="35">{35}</a>
+  Thint how tiders drowl and drumble,
+    And then dive me food to eat
+  That will mate me well and happy,--
+    Wheat and oat-meal, rice and truit,
+  These will mate me dood and gentle,
+    'Stead of mating me a brute.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 309px; height: 269px;" alt="" src="images/035f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+ <p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 210px; height: 110px;" alt="" src="images/035f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="36">{36}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE NEW BOOK.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO,
+  A picture-book for you,--
+  Keep it nice, and in a trice
+  Sing Cock-a-doodle-doo.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 304px; height: 303px;" alt="" src="images/036f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="37">{37}</a>
+<p class="title">
+WHISKUM, WHISKUM.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Whiskum, whiskum, over the house,
+  Scud the cloudlets, still as a mouse;
+  Whiskum, whiskum, by-and-by
+  They'll pour rain-drops from the sky.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 348px; height: 402px;" alt="" src="images/037f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="38">{38}</a>
+<p class="title">
+THE JACK-HORSE.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  We will ride our Jack-horse
+  All the meadows across;
+    Oh no, do not whip him,
+    But feed him, my dear!
+  A handful of grass
+  In his mouth as we pass,
+    Will make him trot gaily,
+    And give us good cheer!
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 310px; height: 231px;" alt="" src="images/038f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="39">{39}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+HI-DIDDLE-DIDDLE.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+    HI-DIDDLE-DIDDLE
+  Mother duck's in the middle,
+  Her baby-ducks swimming around;
+    With bills like a ladle,
+    And feet like a paddle,
+  No danger that they will be drowned
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 291px; height: 202px;" alt="" src="images/039f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="40">{40}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE RAIN.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+    Come, rain, come,
+    That the water may run,
+  That the meadow grass may grow;
+    That the fruit and grain
+    O'er hill and plain,
+  May greet us as we go.
+
+    Come, rain, come,
+    That the water may run,
+  That the mill may make our meal;--
+    'Twill grind our wheat,
+    And corn so sweet,
+  When it turns the old mill-wheel.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 274px; height: 226px;" alt="" src="images/040f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="41">{41}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+FEED THE BIRDIES.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Feed the birdies, darling,
+    When the snow is here,
+  When there are no berries
+    On the bushes, dear;--
+  Scatter food out for them,
+    And they'll quickly come,
+  Hopping, singing, chirping
+    "Thank you for the crumb."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 199px; height: 293px;" alt="" src="images/041f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="42">{42}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+ROCK-A-BYE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 137px; height: 177px;" alt="" src="images/042f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Don't tremble with fear,
+  For that tends to make
+    His slight illness severe.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill.
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby.
+    Don't coax him to nurse,
+  For urging to eat
+    Only makes matters worse.  <a name="43">{43}</a>
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    No company 'round,
+  Not even the dear ones,
+    To make a loud sound.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 141px; height: 168px;" alt="" src="images/043f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+   Don't rattle the papers
+  Nor whisper around,
+    Little nerves cut such capers.  <a name="44">{44}</a>
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Whatever is wrong,
+  Attend to his bowels,
+    Neglected too long,
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    If he is too hot,
+  Undress him and bathe him;
+    But, ah! he is not.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    There is cough with unrest,
+  So we'll wring out hot flannels,
+    And cover his chest,  <a name="45">{45}</a>
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    He's perspiring, to pour!
+  We will keep up this treatment
+    A full hour more.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 105px; height: 147px;" alt="" src="images/045f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Now dry him off neat,
+  And wrap him up warm,
+    And to-morrow, repeat.  <a name="46">{46}</a>
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    'Tis not in his chest?
+  Then place the hot flannels
+    Where he feels the unrest.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    He is moaning with pain,
+  And rolling his head,
+    And we pet him in vain.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We will wring out from ice,
+  Linen cloths for his head,
+    All so cooling and nice.  <a name="47">{47}</a>
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    If cold don't relieve,
+  Use hot and then cold,
+    And then hot, you perceive.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 130px; height: 180px;" alt="" src="images/047f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll see that his feet
+  Are kept warm all the time,
+    And his clothes dry and neat.  <a name="48">{48}</a>
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling was ill
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    But now he is well;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    No drugs, not a dose!
+  Yet he's over it finely,
+    Just hear how he crows
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 167px; height: 128px;" alt="" src="images/048f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="49">{49}</a>
+<p class="title">
+THE SNOWBALL.
+</p>
+<pre>
+  Have ever you seen how a wee bit of snow,
+  To a big bouncing ball, just by rolling, will grow?
+  'Tis thus our wee sins, children, let to roll on,
+  Will grow big, bigger, biggest, till Satan has won.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 371px; height: 407px;" alt="" src="images/049f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="50">{50}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+LITTLE BO-PEEP.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 305px; height: 192px;" alt="" src="images/050f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Co' Nan, co' Nan, says little Bo-peep,
+  Co' Nan, co' Nan, up come the sheep;
+  They jump the ditch and scale the wall,
+  Where one sheep goes, they follow, all.
+
+  Co' dea', co' dea', says little Bo-peep,
+  Co' dea', co' dea', I'll shear my sheep;
+  Their wool so fine will make my coat,
+  My blankets and my hose to boot.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 84px; height: 55px;" alt="" src="images/050f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="51">{51}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE TEA-PARTY.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 385px; height: 287px;" alt="" src="images/051f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Ah! little ones, I'm sure there's not
+  A drop of tea in your weeny pot.
+  For water bright and milk so pure,
+  Alone will bring you health, be sure;
+  And health is beauty, health is cheer,
+  Health is happiness so dear.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="52">{52}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+TELL IT AGAIN, MOTHER.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 302px; height: 201px;" alt="" src="images/052f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+    "Tell it again, Mother,
+    Tell it again,"--
+  No matter what story she told
+    We children, would cry,
+    In the days gone by.
+  Before our years were old.
+
+    "Tell it again, Mother,
+    Tell it again,"--
+  No matter how weary and worn.
+    For we children knew naught
+    Of the care we brought,
+  Before our sense was born.  <a name="53">{53}</a>
+
+    "Tell it again, Mother,
+    Tell it again,"--
+  And she, patient, and kind, and wise,
+    The tale would repeat,
+    Or the song so sweet,
+  And 'twas ever a glad surprise.
+
+    "Tell it again, Mother,
+    Tell it again,"--
+  Ah! you children, when children no more,
+    Will go back to the days
+    Of sweet babyhood lays,
+  And Mother's sage sayings con o'er.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 234px; height: 208px;" alt="" src="images/053f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="54">{54}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+LITTLE JACK HORNER.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+    LITTLE JACK HORNER
+    Sat in the corner,
+  Eating a morsel of nice brown bread;
+    "Have some pie, or some cake?"
+    "Nay, not I," with a shake
+  And a toss of his wise little head.
+    "For this bread will make bone,
+    And white teeth like a stone,
+  That will neither grow soft nor decay;
+    But rich cake and rich pie
+    Sure will break, bye and bye,
+  My good health, and that never will pay."
+</pre>
+
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 301px; height: 220px;" alt="" src="images/054f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="55">{55}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+LITTLE BOY BLUE.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "Little Boy Blue, may I go with you now?"
+  "Yes, down to the pasture to drive up the cow."
+
+  "Little boy blue, what then may I have?"
+  A nice cup of milk as ever cow gave.
+
+  "Little boy blue, the milk must be set;"
+  "Yes, for 'tis thus the nice cream we shall get."
+
+  "Little boy blue, what will we do then?"
+  "We'll skim it and dash it, with 'churn, butter, churn.'"
+
+  "Little boy blue, what else can we make?"
+  "O, cheese, tempting cheese, and the dainty cheese cake."
+
+  "Little boy blue, is there anything more?"
+  "O, yes, puddings, custards and dainties, a store."
+
+  "Little boy blue, shall we eat of all these?"
+  "Simple food is far better for us, if you please."
+</pre>
+
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 185px; height: 215px;" alt="" src="images/055f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="56">{56}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+MISS VELVET-PAWS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 312px; height: 212px;" alt="" src="images/056f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Little Miss Velvet-paws,
+  Raveling out her yarn,
+  Catches mice, in a trice,
+  In everybody's barn.
+
+  Look out for velvet paws,
+  Do not trust them far,
+  For velvet paws cover claws
+  That will leave a scar.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 257px; height: 185px;" alt="" src="images/056f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="57">{57}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+POLLY HOPKINS.
+</p>
+
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 254px; height: 332px;" alt="" src="images/057f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Now little Polly Hopkins
+  Must surely know great A,
+  And B, and C, and D, and E,
+    F, G, H, I, J, K;
+  And L, and M, and N, and O,
+  And P, and Q, R, S,
+  And T, U, V, and W, X,
+    And Y, &amp; Z, I guess.
+</pre>
+<a name="58">{58}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+A, B, C.
+</p>
+<pre>
+  A Stands for Alligator,
+
+  B Stands for Ball,
+
+  C Stands for Cat in a cream-pot,
+
+  D Stands for Doll.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 352px; height: 472px;" alt="" src="images/058f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="59">{59}</a>
+<pre>
+  E Stands for East, or Ellen.
+
+  F Stands for Fay,
+
+  G Stands for Goat, a
+  Pen in,
+
+  H Stands for Hay,
+
+  I Stands for Indigestion,
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 361px; height: 517px;" alt="" src="images/059f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="60">{60}</a>
+<pre>
+  J Stands for Jar,
+
+  K Stands for King, or Keepsake,
+
+  L Stands for La,
+
+  M Stands for Man, or Thousand,
+
+  N Stands for Nail,
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 362px; height: 511px;" alt="" src="images/060f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="61">{61}</a>
+<pre>
+  O Stands for Oaken bucket,
+
+  P Stands for Pail,
+
+  Q Stands for Queen, or Question.
+
+  R Stands for Rose,
+
+  S  Stands for Christmas Stocking,
+ </pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 386px; height: 575px;" alt="" src="images/061f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+  <a name="62">{62}</a>
+<pre>
+  T Stands for Toes,
+
+  U Stands for Urn, or Ulster,
+
+  V Stands for Vane,
+
+  W Stands for West, or Winter.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 361px; height: 515px;" alt="" src="images/062f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+  <a name="63">{63}</a>
+<pre>
+  X Stands for Ten.
+
+  Y Stands for Yoke,
+  (with Oxen).
+
+  Z Stands for Zero.
+
+  &amp; when you've learned your LETTERS,
+  You'll be a Hero.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 371px; height: 512px;" alt="" src="images/063f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="64">{64}</a>
+
+<pre>
+  C-A-T spells CAT,
+    That brought the kittens here;
+
+  D-O-G spells DOG,
+    That does, the puppies, rear.
+
+  C-O-W, Cow,
+    The mother of the calf;
+
+  O-X spells the Ox,
+    That's bigger, yes, by half.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 364px; height: 425px;" alt="" src="images/064f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="65">{65}</a>
+<pre>
+  B-O-Y spells BOY,
+    That's little brother Lou;
+
+  G-I-R-L, GIRL,
+    And that is sister Sue.
+
+  B-I-R-D, BIRD,
+    Just hear canary sing;
+
+  G-O-L-D, GOLD,
+    That makes a handsome ring
+
+  B-O-O-K, BOOK,
+    In which we learn to read;
+
+  C-O-O-K, COOK,
+    Supplies the food we need.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 331px; height: 523px;" alt="" src="images/065f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="66">{66}</a>
+<pre>
+  S-E-E-D, SEED,
+    From which we raise the plant;
+
+  S-I-N-G, SING,
+    Just hear the children chant.
+
+  B-A, BA, B-Y, BY,
+    And that spells BABY, love;
+
+  L-A, LA, D-Y, DY,
+    And that spells LADY, dove.
+
+  M-A, MA, R-Y, RY,
+    And that spells MARY, child,
+
+  E-D, ED, D-Y, DY,
+    That's EDDY, sweet and mild.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 371px; height: 543px;" alt="" src="images/066f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="67">{67}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE KITTEN.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  ONE, two, (1, 2,)
+    Here's a kitten for you;
+
+  THREE, four, (3, 4,)
+    She will open the door,
+
+  FIVE, six, (5, 6,)
+    And your cream she will mix,--
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 294px; height: 256px;" alt="" src="images/067f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="68">{68}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 310px; height: 190px;" alt="" src="images/068f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  SEVEN, eight, (7, 8,)
+    If you are too late,
+
+  NINE, ten, (9, 10,)
+    To cover the pan;
+
+  ELEVEN, twelve, (11, 12,)
+    And then you must delve,--
+
+  THIRTEEN, fourteen, (13, 14,)
+    To cover her sporting;
+
+  FIFTEEN, Sixteen, (15, 16,)
+    But while you are fixing,---  <a name="69">{69}</a>
+
+  SEVENTEEN, eighteen, (17, 18,)
+    Remember I'm waiting,
+
+  NINETEEN, twenty, (19, 20,)
+    For butter a plenty.
+</pre>
+
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 298px; height: 210px;" alt="" src="images/069f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+* * * * *
+
+  To those who serve you, children, all,
+    Be gentle and polite,--
+  For thus are gentle-women known,
+    Or gentle-men, at sight.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="70">{70}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+DOLLY DIMPLE.
+</p>
+
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 244px; height: 204px;" alt="" src="images/070f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  DOLLY DIMPLE, just for fun,
+  Stands to show us she is ONE.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 215px; height: 201px;" alt="" src="images/070f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  Dolly and her sister Sue
+  Show that ONE and ONE make Two.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="71">{71}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 244px; height: 204px;" alt="" src="images/071f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Dolly, Sue, and Nanny Lee,
+  Show that ONE with TWO make THREE.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 265px; height: 205px;" alt="" src="images/071f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Doll, Sue, Nan, and little Noah,
+  Show that ONE with THREE make FOUR.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="72">{72}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 289px; height: 205px;" alt="" src="images/072f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  Doll, Sue, Nan, Noah, and Ben Brive
+  Show that ONE with FOUR make FIVE.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 331px; height: 212px;" alt="" src="images/072f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  Now all these with Jenny Hicks
+  Show that ONE with FIVE make SIX.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="73">{73}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 318px; height: 212px;" alt="" src="images/073f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  One more, Ned, a baby, even,
+  Shows that ONE with SIX make SEVEN.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 312px; height: 202px;" alt="" src="images/073f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  With these girls and boys, put Kate,
+  And the ONE with SEVEN make EIGHT.
+</pre>
+<a name="74">{74}</a>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 317px; height: 207px;" alt="" src="images/074f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  All these eight, with Adaline
+  Show that ONE with EIGHT make NINE.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 316px; height: 210px;" alt="" src="images/074f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Now with these put Dick, and then
+  You'll see that ONE with NINE make TEN.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="75">{75}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+IF YOU PLEASE.
+</p>
+<pre>
+  I hope my children never will
+    Say, "Give me" this or that,--
+  But, "If you please," I'd like a bun,
+    Or, "Thank you" for a pat.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 261px; height: 295px;" alt="" src="images/075f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="76">{76}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE POOR LITTLE CHICK-A-DEES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 366px; height: 209px;" alt="" src="images/076f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  TEN little chick-a-dees clinging to a vine,--
+  A speckled snake charmed <i>one</i>, then there were but NINE.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 314px; height: 129px;" alt="" src="images/076f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  NINE little chick-a-dees,--one without a mate,--
+  A Sparrow-hawk caught <i>one</i>,then there were but EIGHT.
+</pre>
+<a name="77">{77}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 396px; height: 112px;" alt="" src="images/077f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  EIGHT little chick-a dees, by a 'possum driven,--
+  He caught <i>one</i> and slaughtered it, then there were but SEVEN.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 313px; height: 114px;" alt="" src="images/077f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  SEVEN little chick-a-dees hopping round the ricks,--
+  A Weasel came and captured <i>one</i>, then there were but six.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 304px; height: 106px;" alt="" src="images/077f3.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  SIX little chick-a-dees watching Rover dive,--
+  He sprang ashore and seized <i>one</i>, then there were but FIVE.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="78">{78}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 312px; height: 118px;" alt="" src="images/078f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  FIVE little chick-a-dees pecking at the door,
+  Kitty-cat caught <i>one</i>, then there were but FOUR.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 309px; height: 102px;" alt="" src="images/078f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  FOUR little chick-a-dees full of birdy glee,
+  <i>One</i> was tangled in a net, then there were but THREE.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 306px; height: 118px;" alt="" src="images/078f3.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  THREE little chick-a-dees dabbling in the dew,
+  A stone fell and crushed <i>one</i>, then there were but TWO.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="79">{79}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 261px; height: 139px;" alt="" src="images/079f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  TWO little chick-a-dees peeping just for fun,
+  A hungry Kite caught <i>one</i>, then there was but ONE.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 309px; height: 109px;" alt="" src="images/079f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  ONE little chick-a-dee, mourning all alone,
+  Flew away to find a mate, and then there was NONE,
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 261px; height: 139px;" alt="" src="images/079f3.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="80">{80}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+HEIGH-HO, DAISIES AND BUTTER-CUPS.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  HEIGH-HO, daisies and butter-cups
+  Grow in the meadows for children to gather;
+  But cattle will shun them,
+  And farmers will burn them,
+  Because in their fields they are only a bother.
+
+  Heigh-ho, red-top and clover-bloom,
+  Filling the air with their sweetness and beauty,
+  Will yield without measure,
+  Their wealth of rich treasure,
+  Rewarding the farmer for doing his duty.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 354px; height: 472px;" alt="" src="images/080f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="81">{81}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE PONY.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 259px; height: 187px;" alt="" src="images/081f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Once 2 is 2,
+    Here's a pony for you;
+
+  Two 2s are 4,
+    But be careful the more,--
+
+  THREE 2s are 6,
+    For perhaps pony kicks;
+
+  FOUR 2s are 8,
+    And if so we must wait,
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 196px; height: 165px;" alt="" src="images/081f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="82">{82}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 304px; height: 256px;" alt="" src="images/082f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  FIVE 2s are 10,
+    Till he's trained by the men;--
+
+  Six 2s are 12,
+    Before trusting ourselves,
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 303px; height: 180px;" alt="" src="images/082f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="83">{83}</a>
+<pre>
+  SEVEN 2s are 14,
+    To ride him out sporting;
+
+  EIGHT 2s are 16,
+    But we can be fixing
+
+  NINE 2s are 18,
+    His food while we're waiting;
+
+  TEN 2s are 20,
+    Oh, yes, give him plenty,--
+
+  ELEVEN 2s are 22,
+    For then he will be gentle to--  <a name="84">{84}</a>
+
+  TWELVE 2s are 24,
+    Us who feed and pet him more.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 284px; height: 254px;" alt="" src="images/083f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="85">{85}</a>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 443px; height: 333px;" alt="" src="images/085f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="86">{86}</a>
+<p class="title">
+BABY'S RECKONING.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 360px; height: 334px;" alt="" src="images/086f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  One little head, Ah! but what does it hold?
+  No matter,--it's worth its whole weight in pure gold.
+
+  Two big brown eyes, soft with Heaven's own dew;
+  No diamonds so precious, so sparkling, so true.  <a name="87">{87}</a>
+
+  Three cunning dimples, one deep in her chin,
+  And one in each cheek--Ah! they're just twin and twin.
+
+  Four little fingers to clutch mamma's hair,
+  But sweeter than honeycomb, even when there.
+
+  Five, we may call it, with little Tom Thumb,
+  And that fist in her mouth is as sweet as a plum.
+
+  Six wonderful pearls her bright coral lips hide,
+  And the Kohinoor's nothing these pure pearls beside.
+
+  Seven brown wavelets are ever in motion,
+  And silken floss to them is naught, to our notion.
+
+  Eight little giggles run over with glee--
+  And more if you call them, so merry is she.
+
+  Nine songs, (they're Greek tho' to all but mamma),
+  Make us think she is destined, an Opera Star.
+
+  Ten toddling steps, but to us full of grace,
+  For our babe in our hearts ever holds the first place.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 204px; height: 76px;" alt="" src="images/087f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="88">{88}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+TWO LITTLE PINK SHOES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 311px; height: 243px;" alt="" src="images/088f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Two little pink shoes standing by the head
+  Of our Nanny sleeping in the trundle-bed;
+
+  On the little table, waiting for the morn,
+  Two little pink shoes, our Nanny to adorn.  <a name="89">{89}</a>
+
+  Two little bright eyes, peeping open wide,
+  Spied the little table, and the pink shoes spied.
+
+  Two little fat hands climbing up to catch;
+  Two little fat feet following to match.
+
+  Two little fat arms hug them to her breast;
+  Two little fat legs run to show the rest.
+
+  Never more a treasure can our Nancy choose,
+  That will give such pleasure as these two pink shoes.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  In your work or your play,
+    When you read, talk, or write,
+  Sit always, my child,
+    With your back to the light,
+</pre>
+
+<a name="90">{90}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+BABY PEARL.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 351px; height: 216px;" alt="" src="images/090f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Now listen while I tell you, child,
+    That I am quite a grown-up girl,
+  For I can read, and spell my name,
+    While you,--why, you're just Baby Pearl.
+
+  I help mamma to "house-keep," too,
+    Although she says I make a whirl!
+  But I can wipe the forks and spoons,
+    While you, Ah, you're just Baby Pearl.
+
+  And then I dress myself, you see,
+    And comb my hair when not in curl,
+  And I can make my dolly's clothes,
+    While you, you're only Baby Pearl.  <a name="91">{91}</a>
+
+  Tis true, mamma says I must be
+    "A very pattern little girl,"
+  Just all for you, and I shall try
+    Because, because, you're Baby Pearl.
+</pre>
+
+* * * * *
+<p class="title">
+MY VALENTINE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 184px; height: 211px;" alt="" src="images/091f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+    Dearest little lover mine,
+    Sweetest, pertest valentine;
+  "Desht I'm two years old," he says,--
+  Blessings on his pretty ways,--
+    "'Tan't I be your valentine?"
+    Yes forever, lover mine,
+    Shalt thou be my valentine.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="92">{92}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+FEE-FI-FO-FUM.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 227px; height: 445px;" alt="" src="images/092f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+    FEE-FI-FO-FUM,
+  From the Spruce-tree comes the gum;
+  From the Pine the turpentine,
+    Tar and pitch,
+    And timber which
+  Is very choice and fine.
+
+    Fee-fi-fo-fum,
+  How from Spruce-tree comes the gum?
+  Soft enough;--the sticky stuff,
+    From seam and cleft,
+    Both right and left,
+  Flows out, and hardens, rough.  <a name="93">{93}</a>
+
+    Fay-fi-fo-fee,
+  Nut-galls grow on the Oak-tree;
+  By tiny worms the nut-gall forms,
+    Like little ball;
+    And from Nut-gall
+  The Gallic Acid comes.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 301px; height: 219px;" alt="" src="images/093f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+    Fee-fi-fo-fade,
+  From Nut-galls, too, the Tannin's made;
+  While Acorns grow in group or row;--
+    And Live-oak long,
+    Makes ship-knees, strong,
+  That round the world may go.
+</pre>
+<a name="94">{94}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 212px; height: 315px;" alt="" src="images/094f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+    Fee-fi-fo-fap,
+  We tap the Maples, and the sap
+  We find as sweet as sugar-beet,
+    Then boiling hard,
+    Our sure reward,
+  The maple-sugar treat.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="95">{95}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 355px; height: 541px;" alt="" src="images/095f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+    Fay-fi-fo-fee,
+  See the graceful White-Birch tree,
+  With bark so light, so tough and tight
+    That Indians wrought
+    Canoes we're taught,
+  And paddled out of sight.
+</pre>
+<a name="96">{96}</a>
+<pre>
+    Fee-fi-fo-fap,
+  Hark and hear the Hemlock snap;--
+  Little spine so full of wind,
+    Heated, hops,
+    And jumping, pops,
+  And makes the bright eyes shine.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 215px; height: 198px;" alt="" src="images/096f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+    Fee-fi-fo-fur,
+  See the curious chestnut-burr;
+  Green and round, then turning brown.
+    Frost opens wide
+    Each prickly side,
+  And out the chestnuts bound.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="97">{97}</a>
+
+<pre>
+    Fee-fi-fo-fay,
+  Now the farmer makes his hay;
+  Grasses grow, which workmen mow,--
+    Toss every-wise,
+    Till sunshine dries,
+  Then into stacks, they stow.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 291px; height: 145px;" alt="" src="images/097f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+    Fay-fee-fi-fo,
+  See the farmer wield his hoe,
+  Lettuce, greens, then corn and beans,
+    With pumpkin-vines
+    Along the lines,
+  Where many a weed o'er-leans.
+</pre>
+<a name="98">{98}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 262px; height: 123px;" alt="" src="images/098f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+    Fee-fi-fo-fog,
+  See the wriggling pollywog,*--
+  With funny tail; but without fail
+    This pollywog
+    Will grow a frog,
+  And lose his wiggle-tail.
+</pre>
+[Footnote: Pollywog--Common name for poll wig, or tadpole.]
+<pre>
+    Fee-fi-fo-faint,
+  Colors, seven, the Rainbow paint;
+  Violet bright is first in sight--
+    Then indigo,
+    Blue, green, yellow,
+  Orange and Red,--the seven, WHITE.
+</pre>
+
+  <a name="99">{99}</a>
+
+<pre>
+    Fay-fee-fi-fo,
+  Now you ask, "What makes Rainbow?"
+  It is the sun, my darling one,
+    Shines through the rain,
+    O'er hill and plain,
+  But see, the beauty's flown.
+
+    Fay-fi-fo-fear,
+  Don't you understand it, dear?
+  Raindrops fall, Sun shines through all,
+    Reflects beyond,
+    This beauteous wand
+  Which we the Rainbow call.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 351px; height: 375px;" alt="" src="images/099f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="100">{100}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE OXEN.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 338px; height: 328px;" alt="" src="images/100f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  The oxen are such clever beasts,
+    They'll drag the plough all day;
+  They're very strong and tug along
+    Great loads of wood or hay.
+
+  They feed on grass, when green or dry;
+    Their flesh is beef, for food;
+  Their lungs are "lights," their stomach, "tripe,"
+    Their skin for leather's good.
+
+  Their hair men use in mortar, too,
+    Lime, water, sand and hair,
+  They nicely mix and smoothly fix,
+    For plastering, so fair.
+</pre>
+<a name="101">{101}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 339px; height: 167px;" alt="" src="images/101f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  For making soap their bones are used;
+    Their horns for combs we group;
+  Their feet are boiled for "neat's-foot-oil,"
+    Their tails for ox-tail soup.
+
+  Their heart-case forms a money-bag;
+    Their tallow, candles, white;
+  Their intestine, gold-beater's skin,
+    With which gold-leaf we smite.
+
+  Thus every part is useful made;
+    The same is true of cows,--
+  Except their ilk gives luscious milk
+    Instead of dragging ploughs.
+</pre>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 309px; height: 130px;" alt="" src="images/101f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="102">{102}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 313px; height: 263px;" alt="" src="images/102f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Oxen and cows are "cattle" called;
+    They go in "herds," when wild;
+  But when they're tame, by other name,--
+    A "drove," <i>en masse</i>,they're styled.
+
+  Their little ones are "calves,"--and cows'
+    Rich milk produces cream,
+  Which butter makes, and nice cheese-cakes,
+    With curd, whey, and caseine.
+
+  And now 'tis funny, but 'tis true,
+    Some children young and mazy,
+  Have thought their eyes were used some-wise,
+    To make the ox-eyed daisy!  <a name="103">{103}</a>
+
+  This cannot be, yet creatures' bones
+    Placed round trees, plants and bowers,
+  Will serve to feed just what they need,
+    To grow fine fruits and flowers.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 285px; height: 418px;" alt="" src="images/103f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="104">{104}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE BROKEN PITCHER.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "Sweet, my love, I'm sorry
+    That you did not tell,
+  When you broke the pitcher
+    Coming from the well."
+
+  "Oh, I thought you'd whip me,
+    Just as Betty did;
+  Then when she would ask me,
+    I would tell a fib."
+
+  "Sweet, my child, I never
+    Punish any one
+  For an accidental
+    Thing that may be done.
+
+  "Tell me always, darling,
+    Everything you do;
+  This will help to make you
+    Thoughtful, brave and true."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 156px; height: 336px;" alt="" src="images/104f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="105">{105}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE ELEPHANTS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 285px; height: 250px;" alt="" src="images/105f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  THE ivory for our combs,
+    From elephants' tusks is made;
+  The handles, too for many a knife,
+   And for paper-knives the blade.
+
+  The elephant knows a friend,--
+    And well remembers, too,
+  A kindly act, but ne'er forgets
+    The teasing of a foe.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="106">{106}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE WIND.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 181px; height: 184px;" alt="" src="images/106f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  "What is the wind, Mamma?"
+    "Tis air in motion, child;"
+  "Why can I never see the wind
+    That blows so fierce and wild?"
+
+  "Because the Gases, dear,
+    Of which the air is made,
+  Are quite transparent, that is, we
+    See through, but see no shade."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 112px; height: 161px;" alt="" src="images/106f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  "And what are Gases, Ma?"
+    "Fluids, which, if we squeeze
+  In space too small, will burst with force;"--
+    "And what are <i>fluids</i>, please?"
+
+  "Fluids are what will flow,
+    And gases are so light
+  That when we give them room enough,
+    They rush with eager flight."
+</pre>
+
+<a name="107">{107}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 133px; height: 165px;" alt="" src="images/107f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  "What gases, dear Mamma,
+    Make up the air or wind?"
+  "'Tis Oxygen and Nitrogen
+    That chiefly there we find;
+  And when the air is full
+    Of Oxygen we're gay,
+  But when there is not quite enough,
+    We're dull, or faint away."
+</pre>
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+THE FOG.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 312px; height: 202px;" alt="" src="images/107f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  "What is the fog, Mamma?"
+    "Sometimes the air is light
+  And cannot bear up all the mists,
+    And then 'tis foggy, quite;
+
+  But when air heavier grows,
+    The fog is borne above,
+  And floated off, the cloudy stuff,--
+    Just see it, graceful, move."
+</pre>
+
+<a name="108">{108}</a>
+<p class="title">
+THE RAIN.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 321px; height: 176px;" alt="" src="images/108f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  "What makes the rain, Mamma?"
+    "The mists and vapors rise
+  From land and stream and rolling sea,
+    Up toward the distant skies;
+  And there they form the clouds,
+    Which, when they're watery, dear,
+  Pour all the water down to earth,
+    And rain afar or near."
+</pre>
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+THE SNOW.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 338px; height: 166px;" alt="" src="images/108f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  "What makes the Snow, Mamma?"
+    "When very cold above,
+  The mists are frozen high in air,
+  And fall as snow, my love."  <a name="109">{109}</a>
+
+  "And Hail?" "Tis formed the same;
+    Cold streams of air have come
+  And frozen all the water-drops,
+    And thus the hail-stones form.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 111px; height: 107px;" alt="" src="images/109f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  "Now do not question more,
+    Dear child, but run and play,
+  I'll tell you of the Water, Fire,
+    And Light, another day."
+  "Oh yes, and dear Mamma,
+    Of Thunder, Lightning, too,
+  For I shall want to know it all,
+    So tell me, Mamma, do."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 139px; height: 176px;" alt="" src="images/109f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="110">{110}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+TRUTH.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Do not let "Mother Truth" find a falsehood all over,--
+    Amongst all her children, no, never a lie;
+  Stand for Truth, ye wee babies, for Truth, ye who're older,
+    For Truth while you live, and for Truth till you die.
+
+  All ye myriads of children this little book talks to,
+    Form now in each household a band for the Truth,
+  Do not let even a "white lie," and still less a "whopper,"
+    Find a place in your hearts, nor your heads, nor your mouth.
+
+  You know God is Truth;--and as you are His children,
+    You want to be like Him as near as you can;
+  Speak the Truth, live the Truth, be the Truth with Him,
+    And Heaven will have come, as Christ taught in his plan.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="111">{111}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 359px; height: 573px;" alt="" src="images/111f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="112">{112}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+HI-DIDDLE, HO-DIDDLE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 296px; height: 132px;" alt="" src="images/112f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+    HI-DIDDLE, HO-DIDDLE,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  This Earth of ours, on which we live,
+  Is round as it can be.
+    Pray, then, what is a
+    Mountain, valley, hill?
+  They are but like little warts,
+  And pores, on orange-peel.
+
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,--
+  Our Earth is swinging in the air,
+  As you can plainly see;--  <a name="113">{113}</a>
+    Pray, then, what keeps it
+    Hanging up in space?
+  The Sun, my child, attracts the Earth
+  And holds it in its place.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 296px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="images/113f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  A lovely Moon is shining for
+  This Earth of ours, you see,--
+    Held in its cradle
+    Ever since its birth,
+  Because our globe attracted it,
+  As the Sun attracts the Earth.
+
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  What I mean by globe, child,
+  You're wondering now, I see.  <a name="114">{114}</a>
+    A globe or a ball, dear,
+    Is what is round and true,
+  And that is why I'm calling it,
+  This Earth, a globe, to you.
+
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  Instead of globe I might have said
+  A <i>sphere</i> for you and me;
+    For all the same, in truth,
+    Are sphere and globe and ball,
+  And <i>hemi</i>'s half so half this Earth,
+  A <i>hemisphere</i>,we call.
+
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  'T was once supposed the Earth stood still,
+  While Sun went round it, free;--
+    But now we've learned it well,
+    That 't is the Earth doth turn
+  Upon its Axis, as it's called;
+  And also round the Sun.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="115">{115}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 283px; height: 211px;" alt="" src="images/115f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  Our Earth in turning round,
+  How long may she be?
+    She turns on her axis
+    In a day, and a night,
+  But to go around the Sun
+  Takes a year for the flight.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="116">{116}</a>
+<p class="title">
+WHAT IS THE AXIS?
+</p>
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 305px; height: 193px;" alt="" src="images/116f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  Now you ask, "What is the Axis?"
+    With an apple I will show;
+  Place your thumb upon the stem-place,
+    And your finger at the blow;--
+  Now we'll just suppose the apple
+    Has a stem that passes through,
+  And this stem would be the Axis;
+    Now we'll whirl the apple, true,
+
+  Holding fast 'twixt thumb and finger,--
+    That's the way the Earth goes round
+  On its Axis, as we call it,
+    Though no real stem is found.   <a name="117">{117}</a>
+  And the two ends of the Axis
+    Have been called the Poles, my dear;
+  Yes, the North Pole and the South Pole,
+    Where 'tis very cold and drear.
+
+  Now we'll hold a bigger apple
+    At a distance, for the Sun;
+  Tip the smaller one a little,
+    And then slowly wheel it round
+  All around the larger apple,
+    And it represents the Earth
+  Circling round the Sun that holds it,
+    Ceaseless, in its yearly path.
+
+  Wondrous is the strong attraction
+    Of the Sun which holds in place
+  All the Planets in their turnings,
+    All the Stars that see his face;
+  But more wondrous far the power
+    That created Sun and us,
+  And that gave a form and being,
+    To this mighty Universe.
+
+  "The Universe!" now you exclaim:
+    "By the Universe, what do you mean?"             <a name="118">{118}</a>
+  'Tis the Sun and the Planets, and every thing known,
+    That we call by this Universe name.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 287px; height: 182px;" alt="" src="images/118f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  Now the "Planets," you ask,
+    "What are Planets?" They're globes,
+  Some larger, some smaller than Earth,--
+    Which are swinging in space,
+    And are all held in place,
+  By the God-power that first gave them birth.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 188px; height: 60px;" alt="" src="images/118f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<a name="119">{119}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+HEAT AND COLD.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Our earth has a <i>North Pole</i>,
+    Where 'tis very cold;
+  It also has a <i>South Pole</i>,
+    That's just the same, we're told.
+  But half-way between,
+    And all the way around,
+  We call it the <i>Equator</i>,
+    And heat doth there abound.
+  For there the sun shines always,
+    Though it goes north or south
+  Some twenty-three degrees or more,
+    And sometimes causes drouth.
+  The sun goes north, we call it.
+    But 'tis the earth instead,
+  That tips, and makes it seem the sun
+    Comes higher overhead.
+  And when the sun is northward
+    'Tis summer here, you see;
+  And when it's to the southward
+    'Tis there in same degree.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="120">{120}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+HARLEY'S DREAM.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 421px; height: 602px;" alt="" src="images/120f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  I know a little brown-eyed boy,
+    His name is Harley Hart;
+  And with a naughty boy or girl,
+    Our Harley has no part.
+
+  He cons his lessons o'er and o'er,
+    And once he fell asleep,
+  With finger marking A, B, C,
+    As 'twere the place to keep.
+
+  And then he dreamed a funny dream--
+    The page jumps up to dance,
+  The letters laugh, and by and by,
+    Like imps they leap and prance.   <a name="121">{121}</a>
+
+  Now Harley oft had wondered whence
+    The letters first had come;
+  And I'm afraid he sometimes wished
+    They all had staid at home,
+
+  Instead of teasing him with quirks,
+    And bothering him with names
+  That seemed to help him hardly more
+    In learning words than games.
+
+  One little imp squeaked: "I am <i>A;</i>
+    You could not be a man
+  Without me." Then another cried:
+    "I am E" and quickly ran,
+
+  Exclaiming: "And without us both
+    You could not have a h<i>e</i>ad."
+  Another says: "You'd have no l<i>i</i>mbs
+    If <i>I</i> were lost or dead."
+
+  Then <i>O</i>, "You'd have no n<i>o</i>se nor t<i>o</i>es,
+    If it were not for me;"
+  "And what is more, were I not here,"
+    Says <i>U</i>, "yo<i>u</i> could not be."   <a name="122">{122}</a>
+
+  And thus they each and all lay claim
+    To parcel and to part
+  Of what he was, or what should do
+    With hand, or head, or heart.
+
+  They hung a ladder 'gainst the tree,
+    And clambered up and down;
+  They played a thousand pranks as wild
+    As any gipsey clown.
+
+  They whispered that they came from Rome,
+    And that, if rightly placed,
+  They'd serve our Harley with a feast
+    A king would joy to taste.
+
+  So when he woke and knew they were
+    The little mystic keys
+  That open Learning's gates so wide,
+    He loved his A, B, C's.
+</pre>
+
+
+]<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 155px; height: 68px;" alt="" src="images/122f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<a name="123">{123}</a>
+<p class="title">
+OUR LANGUAGE KEY.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 349px; height: 316px;" alt="" src="images/123f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+<pre>
+  A E I O U Y
+
+  We are small, and we are few,
+  But we're wondrous mighty, too,--
+  For no word can language wear,
+  Save in it we hold a share.
+  One of us in May is met,--
+  One is caught in every net;
+  One is in the clambering vine,
+  One, in Moon, must ever shine;
+  One's in you,--and all so shy,
+  The last is hiding in your eye.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="124">{124}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE SPEECH FAMILY.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 306px; height: 371px;" alt="" src="images/124f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+ </p>
+
+<pre>
+  The name of everything we know,
+  as <i>slate</i>, or <i>book</i>, or <i>toy</i>,
+  Is called a <i>Noun</i>.
+  All names are nouns; remember this, my boy.
+
+  A word that means to be,
+  to act, or to be acted on,
+  Is called a <i>Verb</i>; as <i>is</i>,
+  or <i>eat</i>, or <i>sing</i>; or he <i>is gone</i>.   <a name="125">{125}</a>
+
+  A word that tells the color, form, or quality of things,
+  Is called an <i>Adjective</i>; as, <i>bright</i>, or <i>round</i>, or <i>softest</i> wings.
+
+  A word that tells how things are done, as <i>quickly</i>, <i>bravely</i>, <i>well</i>.
+  Is called an <i>Adverb</i>; and I'm sure you many more can tell.
+
+  A word that's used in place of nouns, a <i>Pronoun</i> we may call;
+  As, <i>I</i> for mother; <i>you</i>, for James; <i>this</i>, <i>that</i>, for hoop or ball
+
+  A <i>Preposition's</i> placed before a noun, and serves to show
+  Relation to some other word; as, Rover's <i>in</i> the snow.
+
+  And then <i>Conjunctions</i> join two words or sentences together;
+  As, man <i>and</i> boy, or birds will fly <i>and</i> winds blow o'er the heather.
+
+  Then <i>Interjections</i>, <i>Oh!</i> and <i>Ah! Behold!</i> and many another,
+  Express surprise, delight; dismay, far more than every other.   <a name="126">{126}</a>
+
+  And these the <i>Parts of Speech</i> we call; <i>Eight</i> parts as you may tell;
+  And all the language you will know, when these you've studied well.
+</pre>
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+NUMBER AND GENDER.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  A NOUN or name that means but one,
+    Is called in the <i>singular number</i>;
+  But when it stands for more than one,
+    'Tis <i>plural</i>, child, remember.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  A NOUN that is the name of males,
+    As ox, or horse, or father,
+  Is <i>masculine</i> in <i>gender</i>, dear;
+    While cow, and mare, and mother,
+  And all the names of females, child,
+    Are <i>feminine</i>, 'tis true;
+  Now tell me all the names you know,
+    And tell their gender, too.
+  But you will find there's many a noun
+    Not male, nor female either,
+  As chair, and book; and such we call
+    In <i>neuter gender</i>--neither.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="127">{127}</a>
+<p class="title">
+ONE LITTLE CHICKEN.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 186px; height: 101px;" alt="" src="images/127f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+
+<pre>
+  ONE little chicken, two little chickens, three little chickens, dear;
+  Don't you see we add <i>s</i>,when more than one is here?
+  And this we do with almost all the nouns that may appear.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 287px; height: 87px;" alt="" src="images/127f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+
+<pre>
+  One little birdy, two little birdies, three little birdies soar;
+  The <i>y</i> is changed to <i>i-e-s</i> for birdies two or more;
+  And this, when a word shall end in <i>y</i> with a <i>consonant</i> before.
+
+  One little donkey, two little donkeys, three little donkeys bray.
+  But here the <i>y</i> remains unchanged, and <i>s</i> is called in play;
+  And this, when a word shall end in <i>y</i>,where a <i>vowel</i> leads the way.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="128">{128}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+LETTERS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 116px; height: 179px;" alt="" src="images/128f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+
+<pre>
+  A, E, I, O, U,
+    The <i>vowels</i> we may call;
+  W, Y, are vowels too,
+    Whene'er they chance to fall
+  To the end of syllable or word.
+    And this we well may know
+  That all the rest are <i>consonants</i>;
+    Just nineteen in a row.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 119px; height: 151px;" alt="" src="images/128f2.jpg"
+ border=1>
+
+<pre>
+  K, P, and T are called the <i>mutes</i>,
+    Because they interrupt
+  All voice or sound; while B and D
+    Can only intercept;
+  Hence these are partial mutes, my child;
+    And H is <i>aspirate</i>;
+  And <i>th</i>, too, in <i>th</i>ink and <i>th</i>rone,
+    But vocal in <i>this, that.</i>   <a name="129">{129}</a>
+
+  Then lip-letters, or <i>labials</i>,
+     And <i>dentals</i>, or tooth letters,
+  With <i>palatals</i> and <i>sibilants</i>
+    Seem wondrously like fetters.
+  But, ah! instead of prisoning,
+    They open wide the way
+  That leads to Learning's loftiest heights;
+    Press on, and win the day.
+</pre>
+
+* * * * *
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+WORDS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 78px; height: 250px;" alt="" src="images/129f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+
+<pre>
+  TELL me the name of something, dear;
+    As book, or ball, or kite;
+  Now tell some quality of each,
+    As big, or round, or light.
+  And now some word that means <i>to be</i>
+    Yes, <i>is</i>, my child, you're right.
+
+  The ink is black,  The snow is white,
+    The ice is hard--is cold:
+  The sky is blue, The air is light,
+    Sometimes the child is bold.   <a name="130">{130}</a>
+  And thus let names of everything
+    Afar or near be told;
+  And Qualities of each and all
+    Let memory infold.
+
+* * * * *
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 77px; height: 242px;" alt="" src="images/130f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+
+<pre>
+  NOW give one name, and tell me all
+    Its qualities as well;
+  As, coal is black, and coal is hard,
+    And coal's inflammable.
+
+  And now, you children should be taught
+    That we need not repeat
+  The name, with every word that tells
+    Its qualities complete.
+
+  Coal's black, hard, and inflammable,
+    We say; but all so fast,
+  A comma follows after each,
+    With <i>and</i> before the last.
+
+  And now use iron, chalk, and clay,
+    Use water, snow, and ice,
+  Use thread and needle, pin and pen,
+    Use every word that's nice.--
+</pre>
+
+<a name="131">{131}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 81px; height: 110px;" alt="" src="images/131f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+
+<pre>
+  ANOTHER lesson now attend--
+    We'll find some quality
+  Embraced by several different things,
+    As you will plainly see.
+
+  Snow is cold, ice is cold,
+    Salt is cold as well;
+  Snow, ice, and salt are cold, my child,
+    As every one can tell.
+</pre>
+
+* * * * *
+
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+A SMILE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 86px; height: 111px;" alt="" src="images/131f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+
+<pre>
+  "SHE smiled on me, she smiled on me!"
+    In ecstacy exclaimed
+  A little waif in tattered gown,
+    With form so halt and maimed.
+  Remember, even a smile may cheer,
+    A cup of water, bless;
+  A kindly word, sow seeds of joy,
+    Whose fruit is happiness.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="132">{132}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+TWINKLE, TWINKLE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 30px; height: 30px;" alt="" src="images/132f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+
+<pre>
+  "Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
+  Up above the world so far,
+  Whisper now and tell me, pray,
+  What you are, and how you stay."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 164px; height: 120px;" alt="" src="images/132f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+<pre>
+  "Some of us away so far,
+  Planets like your own Earth, are;
+  And we shine with borrowed light,
+  Borrowed from the Sun, so bright.
+
+  "Some of us are silvery moons,
+  Shining all the nightly noons;
+  Some of us are jelly, soft,
+  Shooting, falling, from aloft.
+</pre>
+<a name="133">{133}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 286px; height: 222px;" alt="" src="images/133f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+
+<pre>
+  Some of us are Nebulae,--
+  Faint and misty stars we be;--
+  Some are Suns to other worlds;
+  Here and there a Comet whirls.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 109px; height: 97px;" alt="" src="images/133f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+
+<pre>
+  "Having each our time and place,
+  Swinging in the wondrous space;
+  Held in line by Him who planned,
+  And who holds you in His hand."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 130px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="images/133f3.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+<a name="134">{134}</a>
+<p class="title">
+OLD SOL IN A JINGLE.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+    Hi-diddle-diddle,
+    The Sun's in the middle,
+  And planets around him so grand,
+    Are swinging in space,
+    Held forever in place,
+  In the Zodiac girdle or band.
+
+    Hi-diddle-diddle,
+    The Sun's in the middle,
+  And Mercury's next to the Sun
+    While Venus, so bright,
+    Seen at morning or night,
+  Comes <i>Second</i>, to join in the fun.
+
+    Hi-diddle-diddle,
+    The Sun's in the middle,
+  And <i>Third</i> in the group is our Earth;
+    While Mars with his fire,
+    So warlike and dire,
+  Swings around to be counted the <i>Fourth</i>.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 372px; height: 312px;" alt="" src="images/134f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="135">{135}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 287px; height: 483px;" alt="" src="images/135f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="136">{136}</a>
+
+<pre>
+    Hi-diddle-diddle,
+    The Sun's in the middle,
+  While Jupiter's next after Mars,--
+    And his four moons at night
+    Show the speed of the light;
+  Next golden-ringed Saturn appears,
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 367px; height: 164px;" alt="" src="images/136f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+    Hi-diddle-diddle,
+    The Sun's in the middle,
+  After Saturn comes Uranus far;--
+    And his antics so queer,
+    Led Astronomers near
+  To old Neptune, who drives the last car.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 255px; height: 89px;" alt="" src="images/136f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+[Footnote: Other planets are as yet too little known to claim place.]
+<br><br>
+
+<a name="137">{137}</a>
+<p class="title">
+"ROBERT OF LINCOLN."
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 304px; height: 260px;" alt="" src="images/137f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, reed-bird, butter-bird,
+  All through the country his jingle is gaily heard;
+  Reveling in rice-fields he sweeps through the South,
+  While wheat, corn, and barley-fields welcome him North,
+  And Bobby is wild with his singing and chatter,
+  So saucily calling with rattle and clatter,
+  Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, Tom-denny, Tom-denny,
+  Come-now-and-pay-me-that-two-shillings-one-penny,
+  No,-I'll-not-wait-for-a-day-nor-a-minute,
+  So-pay-me-up-quick-or-you'll-get-your-foot-in-it;--
+  Chink-a-chee, chink-a-chee, chink-a-chee, chin-it,
+  Yes,-pay-me-up-quick,-or-you'll-get-your-foot-in-it."
+</pre>
+
+<a name="138">{138}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+LIMPY-DIMPY-DINGLE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 312px; height: 242px;" alt="" src="images/138f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid would stray
+  To the trap that had been set for weasels, many a day,
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid walked in,
+  And the trap its teeth shut up, on chicky-biddy's shin.
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid is brought,
+  And her leg, so sore and big, we bathe with water hot.
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, here's a broken bone,
+  All so rough,--but close enough we bring the ends, right soon.  <a name="139">{139}</a>
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, strips of paste-board cut,
+  We will place with care and grace, from thigh to trembling foot
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, softest cotton, too,
+  Just within the paste-board thin, to fit around so true.
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, now with tape or band,
+  Neatly wind, and closely bind, with deft and skillful hand.
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, nature'll do the rest,
+  And soon will knit the bone to fit, as good as very best.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 348px; height: 254px;" alt="" src="images/139f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="140">{140}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+CASTLE WONDERFUL.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 138px; height: 381px;" alt="" src="images/140f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  I know a castle, curious,
+    Of lovely form and make;
+  That we may view the castle through,
+    A hasty peep we'll take.   <a name="141">{141}</a>
+
+  The framework of my castle proud,
+    Is neither wood nor stone,
+  But earthy matter mixed with lime
+    And hardened into bone.
+
+  This frame, of oddments is composed,--
+    In mind, the number fix,--
+  Of long and short and thick and thin,
+    Two hundred just, and six.
+
+  And these are fastened each to each,
+    By hinges, like, or joints,
+  Which, with an oil so soft and pure,
+    The Builder wise, anoints.
+
+  For garnishing this goodly frame,
+    Quaint cushions, large and small,
+  Are fitly fashioned, each in place,
+   And pliant, one and all.
+
+  For cushion covers, deftly wrought,
+    A scarf so beautiful,
+  So pinkish-white, so loose yet tight,
+    So warm and yet so cool;
+
+  Upon the smoothly rounded roof
+    Is strewn the finest floss,
+  A filmy veil, as soft as silk,--
+    Or is it fairy moss?   <a name="142">{142}</a>
+
+  Two windows hath this castle fair,
+    That shut and open wide,
+  With cords and pulleys, curtains fringed,
+    And fixtures fine beside.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 182px; height: 131px;" alt="" src="images/142f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  These wondrous windows even smile
+    And speak and fairly dance,
+  And play at anger, hate, and love,
+    And mischief, too, perchance.
+
+  These windows, too, are marvelous
+    In that they let the light
+  Both in and out for him who dwells
+    Within, the lordly knight.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 179px; height: 229px;" alt="" src="images/143f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Two telephones of wondrous make,--
+    A door, with guards and bell,--
+  A ventilator, double-bored,
+    Aye does its duty well.   <a name="143">{143}</a>
+
+  And ah! within, this castle grand,
+    Is fitted to a T,
+  With everything that's needful there
+    For serving you or me.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 187px; height: 99px;" alt="" src="images/143f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  And strange to tell, this castle builds
+    Itself, if but supplies
+  Be placed within the open door,
+    With watchful care and wise.   <a name="144">{144}</a>
+
+  It clears itself too of the dust
+    And ashes strewed within,
+  If but the alley-ways are free,
+    And outlets all a-kin.
+
+  And stranger still, this castle comes
+    And goes where'er the will
+  Of him who holds the rule within
+    Shall bid, his hest to fill.
+
+  And wondrous more than all beside,
+    This house the temple is,
+  Of Him the great designer, God,--
+    And "all the earth is his."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 224px; height: 211px;" alt="" src="images/144f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="145">{145}</a>
+<pre>
+  Now list, and of this castle grand
+    A further tale we'll tell,
+  In language plain, so plain that all
+    May read and heed it well.
+
+  The food we eat makes all our blood,
+    And makes us children grow;
+  And if we eat improper food
+    It harms from top to toe.
+
+  We all have teeth quite sharp and strong,
+    With which to chew our food,
+  And in the mouth are glands and glands--
+    Yes, quite a numerous brood.
+
+  These glands pour out saliva, free,
+    To moisten what we eat
+  And then a trap-door at the throat
+    Performs a wondrous feat
+
+  In guiding all the food along
+    Into the Esophagus,
+  And thence to stomach through a pass
+    Called Cardiac Orifice.
+
+  And here 'tis mixed with Gastric Juice,
+    And into chyme is churned
+  Then through the gateway, Pylorus,
+    As wiser ones have learned.   <a name="146">{146}</a>
+
+  'Tis in the Duodenum now,
+    Where it is mixed with Bile,
+  And with the Pancreatic juice,
+    Which changes it to Chyle.
+
+  This Chyle flows on, and all that's fit
+    For nourishment and growth,
+  Is taken up by Lacteals,
+    Or "tubes with many a mouth."
+
+  These lead to the Thoracic Duct,
+    Which holds a spoonful large,
+  And from this Duct a pipe proceeds
+    Through which it may discharge.
+
+  Into the great Sub-clavian vein,
+    Which to the Heart doth lead,
+  Whence it is sent into the Lungs,
+    And into good blood made.
+
+  Then back into the Heart it flows,
+    The muscles there contract,
+  And pump it into Arteries,
+    Which wind to every part.
+
+  We'd like to tell about the Bones,
+    The Ribs and Vertebras,
+  The Clavicle, or Collar-bone,
+    Breast-bone, and Scapulae;   <a name="147">{147}</a>
+
+  Of hinge, and ball-and-socket joints;
+    Of muscles, tendons, skin,
+  Of lungs and veins and arteries,
+    Of nerves and heart and brain.
+
+  But, Ah! we should your patience tire,
+    Were we the whole to tell,
+  So, waiting till another time,
+    We bid you now, farewell.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 200px; height: 138px;" alt="" src="images/147f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+<a name="148">{148}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE RATTLE OF THE BONES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 108px; height: 207px;" alt="" src="images/148f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  How many bones in the human face?
+  FOURTEEN, when they're all in place.
+
+  How many bones in the human head?
+  EIGHT, my child, as I've often said.
+
+  How many bones in the human ear?
+  THREE in each; and they help to hear.
+</pre>
+[Footnote: Standard authorities give three, though latest works say four.]
+<pre>
+  How many bones in the human spine?
+  TWENTY-SIX; like a climbing vine.
+
+  How many bones of the human chest?
+  TWENTY-FOUR ribs and TWO of the rest.
+
+  How many bones the shoulders, bind?
+  Two in <i>each</i>; one before, one behind.
+
+  How many bones in the human arm?
+  In <i>each</i> arm, ONE; TWO in <i>each</i> fore-arm.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="149">{149}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 346px; height: 528px;" alt="" src="images/149f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="150">{150}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 282px; height: 388px;" alt="" src="images/150f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  How many bones in the human wrist?
+  EIGHT in <i>each</i>, if none are missed.
+
+  How many bones in the palm of the hand?
+  FIVE in <i>each</i>, with many a band.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="151">{151}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 379px; height: 421px;" alt="" src="images/151f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  How many bones in the fingers ten?
+  TWENTY-EIGHT, and by joints they bend.
+
+  How many bones in the human hip?
+  ONE in <i>each</i>; like a dish they dip.
+
+  How many bones in the human thigh?
+  ONE in <i>each</i>, and deep they lie.
+
+  How many bones in the human knees?
+  ONE in <i>each</i>, the knee-pan, please.
+
+  How many bones in the leg from knee?
+  Two in <i>each</i>, we can plainly see.
+
+  How many bones in the ankle strong?
+  SEVEN in <i>each</i>, but none are long.   <a name="152">{152}</a>
+
+  How many bones in the ball of the foot?
+  FIVE in <i>each</i>; as in palms were put.
+
+  How many bones in the toes half-a-score?
+  TWENTY-EIGHT, and there are no more.
+
+  And now, all together, these many bones, fix,
+  And they count in the body TWO HUNDRED and Six.
+
+  And then we have, in the human mouth,
+  Of upper and under, THIRTY-TWO TEETH.
+
+  And we now and then have a bone, I should think
+  That forms on a joint, or to fill up a chink.
+
+  A Sesamoid bone, or a Wormian, we call,
+  And now we may rest, for we've told them all.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 188px; height: 156px;" alt="" src="images/152f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="153">{153}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+WHOLLY HOLE-Y.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 291px; height: 272px;" alt="" src="images/153f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  SEVEN million little openings,
+    God has made upon your skin;
+  Mouths of tiny little sewers
+    That run everywhere, within.
+  And along these numerous sewers
+    All impurities must go,
+  That are not by other outlets,
+    Carried off with active flow.   <a name="154">{154}</a>
+
+  When these many little openings.
+    We call PORES, get shut quite close,
+  Through your frame the poison wanders,
+    Making you feel dull and cross.
+  It will make your lungs grow tender,
+    And they'll soon be sore, and cough;
+  It will make your stomach feeble,
+    And your head ache hard enough.
+
+  Then your heart can not be joyous,
+    And your other organs, too,
+  Will get weak, and be unable
+    For the work they ought to do;
+  Quaking nerves will groan and quiver,
+    Weary bones be racked with pain,
+  And you'll all the time be saying:
+    "How can I be well again?"
+
+  HEAT and BATHING widely open
+    All the pores, when discords dire,
+  Quick flow out in perspiration,
+    Quenching all the fever-fire.
+  Raveling out the tangled tissues,
+    Setting free the life-blood's flow,
+  Pouring forth the pent-up poisons,
+    Wakening thus a healthful glow.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="155">{155}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 331px; height: 440px;" alt="" src="images/155f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="156">{156}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE BREATH O' LIFE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 210px; height: 253px;" alt="" src="images/156f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Our lungs are formed of curious cells,
+    And tubes to draw in air,--
+  And if we breathe quite deep and full
+    And take our needful share,
+  'Twill keep our blood so red and pure,
+    Our health so firm and true,
+  We scarce shall know what suffering means,
+    But joyous feel, and new.
+
+  But if we wear our clothing tight,
+    The little cells will close,
+  And then they cannot do their work,
+    And thus our health we lose;
+  Or if we breathe the air impure,
+    'T will give us tainted blood,
+  While plenty, pure, sun-ripened air
+    Will make us glad and good.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="157">{157}</a>
+<p class="title">
+THE GIRLS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 302px; height: 252px;" alt="" src="images/157f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Three little girls with their sun-bonnets on,
+    Wandered out for a walk in the dew;
+  And they tip-toed about, full of frolic and fun,
+    While their aprons around them they drew.
+
+  But their little wet feet brought fever and cough,
+    And their little red lips grew so thin;
+  And their little round faces were haggard enough,
+    O, I'm sure they'll not do it again!
+
+  Not do it, I mean, without boots that shall guard
+    Their ankles and feet from the wet;
+  For the care of the health brings a joyous reward,
+    The neglect, brings us pain and regret.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="158">{158}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE TEMPERANCE CHILD.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 199px; height: 180px;" alt="" src="images/158f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Mamma, if you'd have me
+    Be a temperance child,
+  You must give me only
+    Food that's pure and mild.
+  Highly-seasoned dishes
+    Make the stomach crave
+  Stronger things; and often
+    Lead to drunkard's grave.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 104px; height: 49px;" alt="" src="images/158f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="159">{159}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+LISTEN, CHILDREN!
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Listen, children! when your head aches,
+    Do not eat, but wait a meal;
+  This will oftentimes relieve you,
+    Making you right joyous feel.
+
+  Listen, children! when your stomach
+    Rolls and tumbles, wait awhile;
+  Do not eat, but drink warm water,
+    And you'll soon be glad and smile.
+
+  Listen, children! in hot water
+    Put your feet when you've "a cold;"
+  Into bed now, wrapped in blankets,
+    And you'll soon be well, we're told.
+
+  Listen, children! perspiration
+    Is a saving from much sin:
+  Wash and rub, and dry well after;
+    Thus we quell disease within.
+
+  Listen, children! when you're hungry
+    Do not stuff you like a pig,
+  But eat slowly and chew thorough,
+    Lest your teeth your grave shall dig.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="160">{160}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+TICK-TOOK, TICK-TOCK.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 292px; height: 234px;" alt="" src="images/160f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+    Tick-tock, tick-tock,
+  Sings the pretty cuckoo clock;
+    Tick-tack, tick-tack,
+  Time flies on, but ne'er comes back.
+
+    Tick-tock, tick-tock,
+  Sings the dainty crystal clock;
+    Tick-tack, Tick-tack,
+  Work and wait, and never lack.
+
+    Tick-tock, Tick-tock,
+  Sings the old grandfather's clock,
+    Tick-tack, tick-tack,
+  Take and keep, the better track.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="161">{161}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+CURIOUS TREES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 336px; height: 513px;" alt="" src="images/161f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE COW-TREE.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  South America's soil
+    Yields the towering Cow-tree,
+  With sweet milk in its cells
+    For you or for me;
+  Its sap is the Milk,--
+    Cut the tree and it flows;
+  Like leather its leaves,
+    And its branches like bows.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="162">{162}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE SUGAR-PINE.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Then, too, my dear children,
+    The sweet Sugar-pine,
+  On Pacific's wild coast,
+    In our own soil we find;
+  Cut or scoop out the trunk,
+   And the juices ooze forth,
+  And harden, for sugar,
+    Like icicles, North.
+</pre>
+
+* * * * *
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+THE BUTTER-TREE.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  And, funny enough,
+    There's a Butter-tree, too;
+  Its seeds, when boiled down,
+    Will make butter for you.
+  In India and Africa
+    The Butter-tree grows,
+  With coffee and spices,
+    As every one knows.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="163">{163}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE BREAD-FRUIT TREE,
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 307px; height: 285px;" alt="" src="images/163f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  And listen, dear children,
+    In hot countries too,
+  The Bread-fruit tree grows,
+    Most delicious for you;
+  Its great roasted nuts,
+    Like soft, sweet loaves of bread,
+  Form most of the food
+    On which natives are fed.  <a name="164">{164}</a>
+
+  And further, its fibres
+    Of bark, will make cloth;
+  Its wood, boats and houses;--
+    Its leaves are not loath
+  To be used for a towel,
+    A table-cloth, napkin;
+  Its juice will make bird-lime,
+    And tinder, its catkin.
+</pre>
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+THE CLOVE-TREE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 158px; height: 271px;" alt="" src="images/164f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  And, children, one more,
+    Here's a spicy Clove-tree,
+  Growing forty feet high,
+    Ornamental, you see;
+  The little round drop,
+    Fixed the four prongs between,
+  Forms the blossom or flower,
+    When it's not picked too green.
+
+  Now list, while I tell you,
+    Clove-trees will not grow
+  Except in hot climates,
+    Moluccas, or so,   <a name="165">{165}</a>
+  Where they bloom the year round,
+    In the sunshine or storm,
+  With their trunks straight and smooth,
+    And their pyramid form.
+
+  And lastly, dear children,
+    Clove-trees never flower
+  Till a half-dozen years
+    They have grown, maybe more;
+  Then the buds, picked by hand,
+    And dried quickly, are best;--
+  Trees a hundred years old
+    Often yield with the rest.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 232px; height: 160px;" alt="" src="images/165f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="166">{166}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 284px; height: 440px;" alt="" src="images/166f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE "TREE VILLAGE."
+</p>
+
+<a name="167">{167}</a>
+
+<pre>
+  In the Solomon Group in the great Southern Sea,
+    And on Isabel Island alone,
+  A tree village is found, up the steep, rocky ground,
+    On the top of a mountain of stone.
+
+  So gigantic the trees that it is not with ease
+    That the houses of natives are built,
+  For the stems are six score of our feet, maybe more,
+    And you'd think they must live on a stilt.
+
+  By a ladder facade the ascent must be made,
+    Formed of pliable trees, or a creeper
+  Resembling the vine, which the natives entwine,--
+    And the ladder's drawn up by the sleeper;
+
+  For these houses are made but to sleep in, 'tis said,
+    When some enemy threatens;--to guard
+  'Gainst surprise in the night, they are fortified quite,
+    With great stones, to be thrown at a pard.
+
+  At the foot, of these trees are the day-huts for ease
+    And for eating and dancing and play,
+  Yet the huts up so high have a goodly supply
+    Of the needful for night or for day.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 187px; height: 64px;" alt="" src="images/167f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="168">{168}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+NO EYES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 288px; height: 191px;" alt="" src="images/168f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Those Creatures that live in the dark,
+    And have no use for eyes,
+  Are made without these organs bright,
+   Which we so highly prize.
+
+  The fish in the Mammoth cave,--
+    Some species of the Ant,
+  Have only a trace where eyes should be,
+    Yet never know the want.   <a name="169">{169}</a>
+
+  Who knows but girls and boys,
+    Kept always in the dark,
+  Might come to have but little sight,
+    And finally not a spark.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 191px; height: 113px;" alt="" src="images/169f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  God meant us to live in the light,
+    He has poured it all about;
+  Oh, let us not ourselves destroy,
+    By shutting His sunshine out.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 130px; height: 64px;" alt="" src="images/169f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="170">{170}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE MAMMOTH CAVE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 282px; height: 198px;" alt="" src="images/170f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "WHAT is the Mammoth Cave?"
+    I hear the Children say,
+  Where fishes have no eyes nor sight,
+    And where 'tis dark by day?
+
+  You all have seen a ledge
+    Of big rocks piled, or stone?--
+  Now just suppose a door-way made,
+    Or entrance to go in.   <a name="171">{171}</a>
+
+  And when you're in, a path
+    Leads on, right under ground,
+  And by-and-by you come to a place
+    Like a room with walls around.
+
+  'Tis jagged and rough and rude,
+    'Tis dark and damp as a grave,
+  But whether 'tis large or small,
+    'Tis always called a cave.
+
+  Now, Mammoth means <i>monstrous big</i>,
+    And the Mammoth cave, we claim
+  As the largest known in the world,
+    And that's what gives the name.
+
+  And it has many a room,
+    Quite large and wondrous grand,
+  And it has springs and streams and lakes,
+    All dark, you understand.
+
+  And here are fishes, too,
+    Yes, fishes with no eyes,
+  That have lived in the dark for ages past,
+    As learned men surmise.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="172">{172}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE CAMELS.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The Camels live in desert lands;
+  Their feet are made to walk on sands;
+  They carry burdens far and near,
+  Where neither grass nor trees appear;
+
+  Where there's no rain, no rivers, brooks,
+  No water anywhere for folks;--
+  But God has made in Camels' chest
+  Peculiar sacs, for He knew best
+
+  What they must do, and that they'd die,
+  If He did not their drink supply.
+  Before they start they drink and drink,
+  Till every sac is full, I think;--
+
+  And at the mouth of every sac,
+  A muscle strong, but loose and slack,
+  Will tighten up when it is filled,
+  So that no drink can e'er be spilled.
+
+  And when on journey, last or first,
+  The camel wants to slake his thirst,
+  A bag-string loosens, and out-pours
+  Enough to satisfy for hours.
+</pre>
+<a name="173">{173}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 529px; height: 378px;" alt="" src="images/173f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="174">{174}</a>
+<pre>
+  The laden camels, in a row,
+  Are called a Caravan, you know;--
+  Sometimes a caravan is lost,
+  Being buried deep in sand and dust.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 332px; height: 208px;" alt="" src="images/174f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  A storm of wind, a Simoon named,
+  Will sweep across the desert sand,
+  When camels, men, and every one
+  Must throw themselves their knees upon,
+
+  And bury faces in the earth,
+  For thus alone they save their breath;
+  A fearful thing, but 'tis the best
+  That they can do,--now hear the rest.
+</pre>
+
+ <a name="175">{175}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 286px; height: 157px;" alt="" src="images/175f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Sometimes they're buried deep, and find
+  When they dig out they're almost blind
+  And cannot tell which way to go,
+  And thus are lost, a serious woe!
+
+  Sometimes, when lost, the drink for men
+  Gets short; is gone; they thirst, and then
+  They kill a camel just for lack
+  Of what he carries in his sac.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 149px; height: 160px;" alt="" src="images/175f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="176">{176}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 293px; height: 219px;" alt="" src="images/176f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  In deserts bare and bleak and drear,
+  The sun shines hot through all the year,
+  But many an Oasis is found,
+  Or spot where grass and trees abound.
+
+  And here is drink, and here they rest,
+  And take their fill of what is best;
+  Then travel on in thankful mood,
+  With song and shout! "Allah is good!"
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 152px; height: 44px;" alt="" src="images/176f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="177">{177}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+KEY-NOTES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 317px; height: 244px;" alt="" src="images/177f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  L  M  N  R
+
+
+  LIGHTLY flowing LIQUIDS, we,--
+    Tethered with our brothers.
+  Make we music, melody,
+    More than all the others;
+  Lulling, mellowy, nimble, rare,
+    Reveling in rhythm,
+  Running here and everywhere,
+    Make me merry with 'em.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="178">{178}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE BEARS.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Wild bears are found all over,
+    From Northern lands to South,
+  But largest, strongest, where 'tis cold
+    And fiercest farthest North.
+
+  All bears are fond of honey,
+    Of berries, too, and roots;
+  They hug or squeeze their prey to death,
+    As this their nature suits.
+
+  They mate in June-y weather;
+    Their little ones are cubs;
+  They sadly mourn when mates are killed,
+    You'd almost hear their sobs.
+
+  They'll try to feed a cub
+    That's lying cold and dead,
+  And will not flee, but stand and take
+    The fatal knife instead.
+</pre>
+<a name="179">{179}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 485px; height: 337px;" alt="" src="images/179f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="180">{180}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 295px; height: 250px;" alt="" src="images/180f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  They sleep through winter-time,
+    But prowl in wildest storms,
+  With hope to find some creature killed,
+    Or struck with death's alarms.
+
+  The bears are white, or black,
+    Or brown or grizzly gray,
+  The white 'mong polar snows are found,
+    Where half the year is day.
+
+  Their fur is used for robes,
+    For coats, sometimes a muff,--
+  Their meat is prized by some as food,
+    While some would call it "stuff."   <a name="181">{181}</a>
+
+  They nimbly climb a tree,
+    But "back down," for their frame
+  Is made so lungs would forward press,
+    If they head-foremost, came.
+</pre>
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+THE BEAR A BLESSING.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 194px; height: 142px;" alt="" src="images/181f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  To people of Kamtschatka,
+    The bear a blessing proves;
+  His skin forms beds and coverlets,
+    And bonnets, shoes, and gloves.
+
+  His flesh and fat are dainties,
+    And of his intestine,
+  Is made a mask for warding off
+    The glare of Sun in Spring.
+</pre>
+<a name="182">{182}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 159px; height: 208px;" alt="" src="images/182f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  'Tis also used for windows,
+    As substitute for glass;
+  Of shoulder-blade a tool is made,
+    That's used for cutting grass.
+
+  Norwegians think the Bear is
+    More sensible than men;
+  While Laplands call him "Dog of God,"
+    And dare not him offend.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 125px; height: 61px;" alt="" src="images/182f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+
+<a name="183">{183}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+FRUITS
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 305px; height: 430px;" alt="" src="images/183f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The fruits of the orchard and garden
+    Are beautiful, luscious and good,
+  Partake of them freely, dear children,
+    But eat them at meals with your food.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="184">{184}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE RACCOON.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 281px; height: 184px;" alt="" src="images/184f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Come, child, and see our pet Raccoon,--
+  The Raccoons live in the woods, you know;
+    But ours was caught,
+    And caged, and brought
+  From old Virginia, long ago.
+</pre>
+
+ <p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 227px; height: 169px;" alt="" src="images/184f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="185">{185}</a>
+<pre>
+  Oh, no, you need not be afraid.
+  See, he is fastened with a chain;
+    For ropes enough
+    He has gnawed off,
+  And he is hard to catch again.
+
+  He e'en will climb this ten-foot fence,
+  And, careless where his feet may strike,
+    He tumbles, bang!
+    And there will hang,
+  His rope being caught by vine or spike.
+
+  And once the rascal ran away;
+  Was gone for days, and maybe weeks ;
+    When children came,
+    And charging blame,
+  Said, "Your Raccoon has caught our chicks."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 370px; height: 409px;" alt="" src="images/185f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="186">{186}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 468px; height: 289px;" alt="" src="images/186f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "He's on our roof a-making mouth,
+  And chatters when we would go near.
+    We wish you'd come
+    and take time home,
+  So that our chick need not fear."   <a name="187">{187}</a>
+
+  So now he's chained; yet up he'll climb
+  The stake to which he's fastened tight,
+    And mutter low,
+    So pleading, Oh!
+  'T would make you sorry for him, quite.
+
+  Just see his nose, so pointed, sharp,--
+  His ears as keen as keen can be,--
+    His eyes so bright,
+    So full of light,
+  And see him leap right merrily!
+
+  His fur, you see, is yellowish gray,--
+  And he is nearly two feet long;
+    He lives on roots,
+    And nuts and fruits,
+  When he's his native woods among.
+
+  But here we give him bread and milk;
+  He never eats like dogs or lambs,
+    But takes it up
+    From out the cup
+  With his fore-foot, as we use hands.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="188">{188}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 169px; height: 279px;" alt="" src="images/188f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  You'd laugh to see him, I am sure;
+  Of strawberries, too, he's very fond;
+    Will poke around
+    Till he has found
+  Each one among the hulls out-thrown.
+
+  Then, too, he's fond of nice clean clothes,
+  Will spring for sheet hung out to dry;
+    And children dressed
+    In very best,
+  Are sure to please his dainty eye.
+
+  No matter where his feet have been,
+  He'll spring and plant them, little pest,
+    On something white,
+    And then will fight
+  To hold, and hide it in his nest.
+
+* * * * *   <a name="189">{189}</a>
+
+  You've "come again to see our Coon"?
+  Well, he is gone; he plagued us so,
+    We sent the "Rac"
+    To Central Park,
+  Where you can see him when you go.
+
+  Oh yes, they're glad to get him, there;
+  They have no clothes hung out to dry;
+    And children aye
+    Must stand away,
+  For there a keeper's always nigh.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 92px; height: 275px;" alt="" src="images/189f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+* * * * *
+<pre>
+  A "Yes" and "No" are common, hard,
+    But "yes'm," "no-sir," choice;--
+  Let none but sweet and gentle words
+    Flow from your gift of voice.
+</pre>
+
+
+<a name="190">{190}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE BANK-SWALLOWS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 306px; height: 326px;" alt="" src="images/190f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  In a village of Bank-Swallows,
+    You will find so many a nest,
+  "That you scarce can tell their number
+    Nor which one of them is best."   <a name="191">{191}</a>
+
+  In the sand-hill, see the openings,
+    Round or oval odd-shaped, some,
+  Size and form depending often,
+    On how loose the sand become.
+
+  When with their short bills they pecked it,
+    Clinging fast with claws the while,
+  Till they made an open door-way
+    Suiting them in size and style.
+
+  Once within, they peck and peck it,--
+    Sometimes quite a yard or more,
+  While the nest is snugly builded,
+    Farthest from the outer door.
+
+  But, so wise are they, this archway
+    From the entrance to the nest,
+  Is inclining ever upward,
+    That no rain within may rest.
+
+  So the pink-white eggs are laid there,
+    Safe from harm, till baby-birds
+  Chirrup forth to take their places,
+    'Mongst the self-sustaining herds.   <a name="192">{192}</a>
+
+  Smallest of the swallow species,
+    Homeliest, too, yet favorites dear,
+  For their graceful, airy movements,
+    And their simple, social cheer.
+
+  Found are they from North to South-land,
+    Known of every tribe and race;--
+  Swift in flight, yet swinging, swaying,
+    Skimming low from place to place.
+
+  Parent-birds care less for young ones,
+    Than do other swallow-kind;--
+  Push them off half-fledged and timid,
+    Each his food and home to find.
+
+  Thus they, many a time, fall prey to
+    Hawks and crows, their enemies;--
+  Even the nest sometimes is entered
+    By the snakes and fleas and flies.
+
+  Swallows migrate in the Winter,
+    From the cold to warmer climes,
+  Flying back as Spring approaches,
+    To the haunts of former times.
+</pre>
+<a name="193">{193}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 303px; height: 248px;" alt="" src="images/193f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "Ne'er one swallow makes a Summer,"
+    Is a saying everywhere;--
+  But when swallows come in myriads,
+    Blessed Summer-time is here.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 234px; height: 145px;" alt="" src="images/193f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="194">{194}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE MOCKING-BIRD.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 263px; height: 279px;" alt="" src="images/194f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The New World boasts the Mocking-bird
+    And whether caged or free,
+  His wondrous voice pours forth in songs
+    Of rarest melody.
+
+  His notes swell out and die away,
+    As if a joyous soul
+  Were wrought to highest ecstacy,
+    All music to control.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="195">{195}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 291px; height: 252px;" alt="" src="images/195f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  His native notes are bold and full,
+    And then he'll imitate,
+  Till it would seem the feathered tribe
+    Were all arrayed in state.
+
+  He'll whistle for the dog or cat,
+    Will squeak like chicken, hurt,
+  And cluck and crow and bark and mew,
+    So comical and curt.
+
+  While blue-birds warble, swallows scream,
+    Or hens will cackle clear.
+  In robin's song, the whip-poor-will
+    Pours forth his plaint so near.   <a name="196">{196}</a>
+
+  Canaries, hang-birds, nightingales,
+    He echoes loud and long;
+  While they stand silent, mortified,
+    He triumphs in his song.
+</pre>
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+THE BUSY BEES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 305px; height: 277px;" alt="" src="images/196f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Why do the little busy bees
+    So dearly love their queen,
+  And wait upon and pay respect,
+    With watchful care and mien?
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 82px; height: 108px;" alt="" src="images/196f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="197">{197}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 96px; height: 108px;" alt="" src="images/197f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Because the queen lays all the eggs,
+    And mothers all the young,
+  While every father-bee that's hatched
+    Is nothing but a drone.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 76px; height: 79px;" alt="" src="images/197f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The working bees might all be queens,
+    If cared for and well-fed
+  When they are in the larvae state,
+    But they're half-starved instead,--
+
+  While those intended for young queens
+    Are fattened overmuch,
+  And nursed and petted every hour,
+    That they full growth may reach.
+
+  For every different kind of egg
+    That makes the different bees,
+  A different kind of cell is made,
+    The queen directing these.
+
+  For drones or males, six-sided cells,
+    Quite neat, and smooth, and nice;
+  For working-bees a smaller cell,
+    Uncouth, and rough, and coarse;
+</pre>
+
+<a name="198">{198}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 221px; height: 149px;" alt="" src="images/198f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  While those for queens are large and free,
+    And fashioned fine with care,
+  And lined with softest, silken shreds
+    So daintily they fare.
+
+  The queen-bee lays the worker-eggs,
+    A dozen days, I ween,
+  And then the drones as many more,
+    Then workers, then the queen.
+
+  Eggs, two or three, and sometimes four
+    Are laid in worker-cell;
+  While drones and queens have each but one,
+    As oft is proven well.
+
+  The bluish eggs so close and warm,
+    Hatch out with three days passed;    <a name="199">{199}</a>
+  When larvae, white, as little worms,
+    Are watched and fed and nursed.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 274px; height: 151px;" alt="" src="images/199f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  These larvae, when some six days old,
+    Close in their cells are shut,
+  And there at once begin to weave
+    A silken web about.
+
+  They turn and twist till all around
+    Themselves 'tis woven quite,
+  And then they rest for twenty days,--
+    'Tis such a pretty sight.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 156px; height: 111px;" alt="" src="images/199f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The small cocoons of working-bees,
+    The larger ones of drones,
+  The large and plump and perfect ones
+    Of all the coming queens.   <a name="200">{200}</a>
+
+  In twenty days they now burst forth,
+    Equipped from tip to toe,
+  The working-bees and drones, I mean,
+    For queens come forth more slow.
+
+  The queen cocoons ope from behind,
+    And I will tell you why,
+  'Tis that the reigning queen may sting
+    The others till they die.
+
+  If mother queen leads off a swarm,
+    A young queen they release,
+  And she may take another swarm,
+    And leave the hive in peace.
+
+  Another queen is then let out,
+    Perhaps a third and fourth,
+  As many as can raise a swarm,
+    To follow them, not loath;
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 169px; height: 414px;" alt="" src="images/200f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="201">{201}</a>
+
+<pre>
+  But when no more can swarm and go,
+    Because not bees enough,
+  As I have said, the reigning queen
+    Stings all the rest to death.
+
+  For in each hive and everywhere,
+    One queen alone will reign,
+  And any interloper meets
+    With sure and sharp disdain.
+
+  Of workers, some are strong to fly,
+    While some are weak and small,
+  Unfitted quite, for load or flight,
+    Or outside work at all.
+
+  These last complete the larvae-cells,
+    And nurse and feed the young;
+  They mix the bee-bread, cleanse the hive,
+    And care for every drone.
+
+  All bees have stings except the drones,
+    And these, when Autumn nears,
+  Are stung to death with furious wrath,
+    As by the book appears.   <a name="202">{202}</a>
+
+  And now I hope you children all,
+    Will use your wondrous power
+  To "gather honey all the day,
+    From every opening flower."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 285px; height: 363px;" alt="" src="images/202f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+<a name="203">{203}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 254px; height: 509px;" alt="" src="images/203f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+BBB R YYY
+B U YY
+
+[Footnote: Bees are wises; Be you wise.]
+</pre>
+
+<a name="204">{204}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 544px; height: 404px;" alt="" src="images/204f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="205">{205}</a>
+<br>
+<p class="title">
+HONEY-SWEET.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "Ah, but how do bees make honey?"
+    Now the children, eager, ask;
+  And we'll try to give them answer,
+    If we're able for the task.
+
+  See, the under-lip is lengthened,
+    Like a trunk or proboscis,
+  Ending by a kind of button,
+    Fringed with tiny moving hairs.
+
+  All along its length, too, fringes,
+    Just the same, are growing forth;
+  And by means of these, the honey
+    Is conveyed from flowers to mouth.
+
+  Then the bee has two small stomachs,
+    In the first of which is stored
+  All the honey it can gather,
+    But, when home, 'tis quick out-poured.   <a name="206">{206}</a>
+
+  Bees have six legs; and in hindmost,
+    There are baskets found, or bags,
+  Into which the pollen gathered,
+    Is brushed off by the other legs.
+
+  And this pollen, for the bee-bread
+    And as food for young, they use,
+  Mixed with honey and with water,--
+   Swallowed and disgorged like juice
+
+  By the nurses, who digest it
+    Partly, for the larvae-food,
+  Taking care that each shall have it,
+    Just according to the brood.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 218px; height: 155px;" alt="" src="images/206f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+<a name="207">{207}</a>
+<pre>
+  Now we'll watch and see them working;
+    See them brush off pollen-dust;
+  See them, too, disgorge the honey,
+    Into cells the sweetness thrust.
+
+  Children, with your useful fingers,
+    Hands and arms and feet and head,
+  Do not let the bees surpass you,
+    Making honey, nay, nor bread.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 318px; height: 326px;" alt="" src="images/207f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="208">{208}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+WHAT THEY SAY.
+</p>
+
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 299px; height: 122px;" alt="" src="images/208f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Those creatures that chew the cud,
+    The "RUMINANTS" we call,
+  From "Rumen," or the stomach-pouch,
+    In which their food doth fall.
+
+  A "SPECIES" is a kind
+    Of animals or plants;--
+  Each species has a different name,
+    And differing traits and wants,--
+
+  And species may unite
+    To form a RACE we know,
+  For <i>race</i> from <i>root</i> is always drawn,
+    And <i>roots</i> must spread and grow.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="209">{209}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 270px; height: 345px;" alt="" src="images/209f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  That men and women are
+    The race most choice and fine,
+  We plainly see, and sometimes call,
+    The <i>Human Race Divine</i>.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="210">{210}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 161px; height: 141px;" alt="" src="images/210f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+<pre>
+  The noble Horse neighs out,
+    "I am the race <i>Equine</i>,
+  And nearest seem, and dearest to
+    The 'human race, divine.'"
+
+  The Ox and Cow l-o-o, l-o-o,
+    "We are the race <i>Bovine</i>;
+  And we most useful are, unto
+    The 'human race, divine.'"
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 372px; height: 222px;" alt="" src="images/210f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="211">{211}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 285px; height: 216px;" alt="" src="images/211f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The Ass and Mule bray out,
+    "Our race is <i>Assinine</i>,
+  And very like us seem some of
+    The 'human race, divine.'"
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 253px; height: 164px;" alt="" src="images/211f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The Dog bow-wows as race
+    <i>Canine, Canine, Canine</i>;           <a name="212">{212}</a>
+  While Tigers, Cats and Catamounts,
+    G-r-o-w-l, growl, as race <i>Feline</i>.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 321px; height: 164px;" alt="" src="images/212f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The Lion, king of beasts
+    (Feline), roars "<i>Leonine</i>;"--
+  The Lamb that's to lie down with him,
+    Ba-a, ba-as for race <i>Ovine</i>.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 299px; height: 238px;" alt="" src="images/212f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="213">{213}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 348px; height: 218px;" alt="" src="images/213f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Fishes in lakes or seas
+    or rivers Sport <i>Piscine</i>;
+  While birds in air or cages close,
+    Sing, "race <i>Avine, Avine</i>."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 363px; height: 306px;" alt="" src="images/213f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  All bees in hives or wild,
+    Hum out the race <i>Apine</i>;           <a name="214">{214}</a>
+  And reptiles all rejoicing crawl
+    In race <i>Reptilian</i>.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 248px; height: 116px;" alt="" src="images/214f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+* * * * *
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 137px; height: 76px;" alt="" src="images/214f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  I've a name that's made up of three letters alone,--
+    That reads backwards and forwards the same;
+  I speak without sound,--yes, I talk without tongue.
+    And to beauty I lay the first claim.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  A word of three syllables, children, now find,
+  That holds the whole twenty-six letters combined. [1]
+
+  The B ing m t, John put some:  [2]
+</pre>
+
+<table width="400px" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="5">
+<tbody>
+<tr><td>stand</td> <td>take</td> <td> to  </td> <td>taking</td> <td>   </td> </tr>
+<tr><td>-----</td> <td>----</td> <td>-----</td> <td>------</td> <td>[3]</td> </tr>
+<tr><td>  I  </td> <td>you </td> <td>throw</td> <td>  my  </td> <td>   </td> </tr>
+</table>
+
+<br>
+[Footnote 1: Alphabet]
+<br>
+[Footnote 2: The grate being empty, John put some coal on.]
+<br>
+[Footnote 3: I understand you undertake to overthrow my undertaking.]
+<br><br>
+
+<a name="215">{215}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+BRITAIN'S RULERS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 312px; height: 351px;" alt="" src="images/215f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Old Britain was under the Romans
+    From fifty-five years before Christ (55 B. C.)
+  To four hundred fifty-five (455 A. D.)
+    Then her eight States on home-rule insist.   <a name="216">{216}</a>
+
+  For many a year now they wrangle,
+    Ah! yes, for quite three seventy-two,
+  Being ruled now by this king, now that one,
+    As each might the former o'erthrow.
+
+  But ever since eight-twenty-seven (827),
+    Britain's rulers have reigned by descent,
+  From Egbert, first "Monarch of England,"
+    To Victoria, daughter of Kent.
+
+  A score reigned and fell.--Second Harold
+    In ten-sixty-six (1066), proud; usurps,
+  But soon in fierce battle is conquered
+    By William of Normandy's troops.
+
+  Then came William the Conqueror, a Norman,
+    Then William the Second, his son;
+  Then Henry and Stephen and Henry,
+    Then Richard (Coeur de Lion), and John.
+
+  Next Henry the Third, and First Edward,
+    Edward Second and Third, Richard, two (II).
+  Henrys Fourth, Fifth and Sixth, and Fourth Edward
+    Fifth Edward,--Third Richard, they rue.
+
+  Henry Seventh and Eighth, and Sixth Edward,
+    Then Mary, Bess, James, and Charles First,--
+  Eleven years then with no monarch;
+    Second Charles, Second James, not the worst.   <a name="217">{217}</a>
+
+  Then William and Mary, then Anne,
+    Four Georges, Fourth William, until
+  Came Victoria, long live her queenship,
+    For she wields her proud scepter with skill.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 366px; height: 440px;" alt="" src="images/217f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="218">{218}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+OUR LAND.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 156px; height: 236px;" alt="" src="images/218f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  A ship sailed over the blue, salt sea,
+    For a man, Columbus called,
+  Had thought that the world was round, and he
+    Of the old ideas had palled.
+
+  So, in fourteen hundred and ninety-two,
+    He sailed across from Spain,
+  And found our continent so new--
+    The "land beyond the main."      <a name="219">{219}</a>
+
+  But jealousies and rivalries
+    And bickerings begun,
+  And Christopher Columbus now
+    With grief was overborne.
+
+  Americus Vespucius soon
+    Our shores came sailing round,
+  And stole the naming of the land
+    Columbus sought and found;
+
+  While he, Columbus, lay in chains,
+    And died in sore distress;
+  Yet won for us who tread his land,
+    A lasting blessedness.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  Young I-know is saucy and pert,
+    And thinks himself wondrously wise;
+  But I-know, the second, steps in all so curt,
+    And you'd think that each might lose his eyes.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 273px; height: 108px;" alt="" src="images/219f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="220">{220}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+SIGNS OF THE ZODIAC.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 342px; height: 70px;" alt="" src="images/220f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  THE annual path of the Sun,
+    The <i>Ecliptic</i> is called, as we see,--
+  And a belt, eight degrees, on each side,
+    The <i>Zodiac</i> ever will be.
+
+  The principal planets all seem
+    To move in the zodiac lines,
+  While the belt, of itself, is cut up
+    Into twelve equal parts, called the <i>Signs</i>.
+
+  And these signs were first named, we are told,
+    From their fancied resemblance to beasts,
+  Which astronomers thought they could see
+    In the stars, from the West to the East.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="221">{221}</a>
+
+<pre>
+  There is Aries, the Ram, then the Bull,
+    Which is Taurus,--then Gemini, Twins;
+  Then Cancer, a Crab and then Leo,
+    A Lion, and Virgo, Virgin.
+
+  Next Libra, the Balance or Scales,
+    And Scorpio, a Scorpion (with sting),--
+  Sagittarius, the Archer or Arrow,--
+    Capricornus, a Goat's horn we bring.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 384px; height: 512px;" alt="" src="images/221f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="222">{222}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 343px; height: 134px;" alt="" src="images/222f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+<pre>
+  Aquarius, the Bearer of Water,--
+    And Pisces, or Fish from the sea,--
+  All together make twelve, and a wonder
+    It is, that these fancies should be.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 197px; height: 215px;" alt="" src="images/222f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="223">{223}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+GRAPHO.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 188px; height: 185px;" alt="" src="images/223f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Children, you ought to know
+    That <i>Grapho</i> can but mean
+  To picture out, or tell about,
+    Some object or some thing.
+
+  Now <i>Geo</i> means the <i>earth</i>;
+    And so Geography
+  Means picturing out or telling about
+    This earth of ours, you see.
+
+  As <i>Phono</i> means a <i>sound</i>,
+    Phonography so terse,
+  Just pictures out or tells about
+    The sounds of the human voice.   <a name="224">{224}</a>
+
+  As <i>Photo</i> means the <i>light</i>,
+    Photography must mean
+  A picturing of the light that falls
+    Upon a thing, I ween.
+
+  Now <i>Astro</i> means the <i>stars</i>;
+    And hence Astrography
+  Means to describe or tell about
+    The stars we all may see.
+
+  And then Astronomy
+    Tells all the various laws
+  That govern or relate to stars;
+    Of their motions tells the cause.
+
+  Now <i>Bios</i> means a <i>life</i>;
+    And so Biography
+  Means writing out the life of one,
+    Which we may often see.
+
+  <i>Zoos</i> means <i>animal</i>;
+    And your Zoography
+  Describes the animals that live
+    On land or in the sea.   <a name="225">{225}</a>
+
+  Then there's Stenography,
+    A writing narrow, small,
+  Or, as so many call it now,
+    "Short-hand," which tells it all.
+
+  And then Xylography--
+    Engraving upon wood;
+  And Crystallography as well,
+    That tells of crystals good.
+
+  But these are <i>ographies</i>
+    Enough for now, you think;
+  Yet when you're older, wiser grown,
+    You many more will link.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 251px; height: 185px;" alt="" src="images/225f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="226">{226}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 376px; height: 522px;" alt="" src="images/226f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+<p class="title">
+THE STOP FAMILY.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "I'm a dot with a quirk," whispers little Miss Comma,
+    "And you'll please not to pause long for me."
+  "I'm a dot over Comma," says Miss Semicolon,
+    "And you'll pause twice as long where I be."
+
+  "I am dot over dot," Master Colon speaks out,
+    "You'll pause longer for me than they say:"
+  "I am one dot alone," Period says with a tone
+    That means: "Stop when you see me obey!"    <a name="227">{227}</a>
+
+  "I'm a hook over dot," says Dame Interrogation,
+    "I ask questions; but answer? O, nay!"
+  "I'm a splash over dot," says old Sir Exclamation;
+    "I show wonder, delight, or dismay!"
+
+  "I'm a line east and west," says Miss Dash, "and I'm best
+    At changing of subjects, you know."--
+  "I am Dash's small sister," says Hyphen, and kissed her;
+    "I unite words, or syl-la-bles, so."
+
+  Then said Marks of Parenthesis (carefully curved),
+    "We inclose what you well may omit;
+  But we're often displaced by Miss Dash (in your haste),
+    Whom you sadly mistake for a wit."
+
+  Now Apostrophe, Caret, Quotation, exclaimed:
+    "We are commas and hyphens combined;
+  We leave out, or put in, or reveal to your kin
+    What you've said, when their backs you're behind."
+
+  Then Star, Daggers, Parallels, Paragraph too,
+    Started up, staring wildly about,             <a name="228">{228}</a>
+  With "We rise to explain on the margin, 'tis plain,
+    Or to point a new paragraph out."
+
+  Of the whole Punctuation, each knew his own station.
+    Each did his own duty, we see;
+  If we do ours as well, and of their's, too, can tell,
+    We shall soon learn good readers to be.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 331px; height: 187px;" alt="" src="images/228f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+* * * * *
+
+<pre>
+  "All is not gold that glitters;"
+    Yet think not, children mine,
+  That all that glitters is not gold;
+    The true must ring and shine.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="229">{229}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+LITTLE MISCHIEF.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Little Master Mischief
+    Lives in Nellie's eye,
+  Sitting in the corner,
+    Peeping out so sly;
+  Now he's crossed the snow-ground
+    And in chamber blue,
+  Thinking he is hidden,
+    Peek-a-boos at you.
+
+  Now he drops the curtain,
+    Sure that he is hid,
+  But you see him dancing
+    Even on the lid.
+  Now, the curtains lifting,
+    You can see he's crept
+  To the inner chamber,
+    Where the love-light slept.
+
+  Watching now his moment
+    He pops out, and see,
+  Mamma's spools and thimble
+    Quickly disagree.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="230">{230}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 339px; height: 455px;" alt="" src="images/230f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="231">{231}</a>
+
+<pre>
+  Shall we punish Mischief?
+    Better teach the child
+  How to hold and lead him,
+    Running now so wild.
+
+  Would she like her playthings
+    Scattered here and there,
+  When she had arranged them?
+    Would she think it fair?
+  Would she like her puzzle
+    Portions of it, lost?
+  Would she like her dishes
+    Everywhere uptossed?
+  Would she like her apron
+    With a missing string,
+  Mamma hunting, meanwhile,
+    Thread and everything?
+
+  Nellie, learn the lesson:
+    Be to others true,
+  Always do as you would
+    Have them do to you.   <a name="232">{232}</a>
+
+  This the dear Lord's precept,--
+    This the Golden Rule,--
+  This the highest lesson
+    In our Nellie's school.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 212px; height: 179px;" alt="" src="images/232f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+* * * * *
+
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 186px; height: 161px;" alt="" src="images/232f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Be gentle and loving,
+    Be kind and polite;
+  Be thoughtful for others,
+    Be sure and do right.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="233">{233}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+GRANDMA'S CANARY.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 124px; height: 157px;" alt="" src="images/233f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Grandma loves her birdy,
+    And when he gaily sings,
+  She will laugh and chat with him,
+    At which he hops and springs.
+
+  Fearing though, that birdy
+    Might not understand,
+  Grandma from the toy-shop,
+    Brought a whistle grand.
+
+  Tuning now the whistle,
+    To his sweet bird-note,
+  He in singing back to her,
+    Nearly burst his throat,
+</pre>
+
+<a name="234">{234}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 182px; height: 469px;" alt="" src="images/234f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Birdy, free outflying,
+    Often comes to light
+  On Grandma's tip-of-finger
+    Or chair-back, pretty sight!
+
+  From her hand she feeds him,
+    And he oft will take
+  From her mouth the sugar,
+    With a merry shake.
+
+  Yester-morn the window
+    Being open wide,
+  Birdy thought it brighter
+    On the outer side.
+
+  Grandma mourning sadly,
+    Shed of tears a few,
+  Then she prayed the Father,
+    "Show me what to do."
+
+  Soon she set his cage out
+    On the window-sill,
+  Saying, "Birdy'll come now,
+    Oh, I'm sure he will!"   <a name="235">{235}</a>
+
+  Then she, hopeful, praying,
+    "Bring my birdy home,"
+  Took the sweet bird-whistle,
+    Playing "Birdy, come."
+
+  And the birdy hearing,
+    Quickly came and lit
+  On the cage, and shortly
+    Flitted into it.
+
+  Thankful now was Grandma,
+    To the dear Lord, who,
+  Listening to her prayer
+    Taught her what to do.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 220px; height: 199px;" alt="" src="images/235f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="236">{236}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+A BABY'S FAITH.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 193px; height: 335px;" alt="" src="images/236f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Our Maude was dancing with her doll,
+    In childhood's chattering glee;
+  A brimming bucket standing by,
+    The maiden failed to see,
+  And skipping, tripped; the bucket tipped;
+    The water, cool and clear,              <a name="237">{237}</a>
+  Was rudely swayed, but, undismayed,
+    And quickly kneeling near,
+  Both little hands she spread above
+    The water's merry surge.
+  "And what's she doing there," we ask?
+    No answer, till we urge,
+  And then, "Why mamma, don't you know
+    God stilled the waves so wild,
+  With His great hand? And so I thought,
+    Although I'm but a child,
+  That I might still these little waves
+    With my two hands so small;
+  And mamma, see, they're quiet now!
+    But where's my baby-doll?"
+</pre>
+
+* * * * *
+
+<p class="title">
+HEALTH AND HAPPINESS.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Mamma keeps her children
+    In the happiest mood
+  When she feeds them only
+    With the simplest food.
+  Viands clog and pain them,
+    Then they fret and cry,
+  And then when she whips them,
+    Everything's awry.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="238">{238}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE MEADOW QUAILS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 325px; height: 219px;" alt="" src="images/238f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Over in the meadow where the men make hay,
+  In an elm-tree shadow on a bright summer day,
+  Two speckled quails ponder as to what will be best,
+  Should the stout mower blunder on their pretty home-nest.
+
+  But a cloud in a minute from her great white bed
+  Threw a big silver bonnet o'er the sun's golden head
+  And the quails, though they wondered would their home be beset,
+  Cried aloud, and it thundered: "More wet! more wet!"   <a name="239">{239}</a>
+
+  Then the great sturdy yeoman coming close to the nest,
+  With the heart of a true man beating soft in his breast,
+  Saw the parent-quails watching, with what fear who can tell?
+  Saw the baby-quails hatching, hardly out of the shell.
+
+  And who knows but he thought of his own precious baby
+  His dear little daughter in her mother's arms, maybe?
+  For he quickly made over that portion of meadow
+  With the sweetest of clover, and the softest of shadow.
+
+  To the quails who all summer lived alongside the lane,
+  Ever warning the farmer of the forth-coming rain;
+  For long ere it thundered and I hear the cry yet
+  They would call as they wandered, "More wet! More wet!"
+
+* * * * *
+
+  DIDN'T-THINK is a heedless lad
+    And never takes the prize:
+  Remember-well wins every time.
+    For he is quick and wise.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="240">{240}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE LITTLE HOUSEWIFE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 168px; height: 254px;" alt="" src="images/240f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  This little girl knows how to make
+  A batch of bread, or loaf of cake;
+  She helps to cook potatoes, beets,
+  To boil or bake the fish and meats.
+  She knows to sweep and make a bed,
+  Can hem a handkerchief for Ned;
+  In short, a little housewife she,
+  As busy as the busy bee.          <a name="241">{241}</a>
+
+  Let every girl learn how to do
+  All things that help to make life true;
+  That serve to keep the home-hearth bright;
+  That o'er life's burdens throw a light.
+  And then if she may never need
+  Herself to labor, she may lead
+  Her household in the better way,
+  That eft shall bring a brighter day.
+
+  The boys, too, let them learn to know
+  Of household duties, and to sew;
+  For oft a button, oft a rip,
+  By sewing they may save a "fip."
+  Yes, let them know that "woman's work"
+  With many a turn and many a quirk,
+  Is not "a play with straws," as some.
+  Would seem to think. 'Tis making home.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 212px; height: 93px;" alt="" src="images/241f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="242">{242}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+MOTHER-LOVE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 296px; height: 248px;" alt="" src="images/242f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "AR-G-O-O, ar-g-o-o," is the song of songs,
+    To the loving mother's ear;
+  "Ar-g-o-o, ar-g-o-o," these baby notes
+    Fill all the house with cheer.
+
+  The baby's laugh, the baby's coo.
+    The baby's every move,
+  Is music, joy, and grace to her,
+    Who is rich in mother-love.   <a name="243">{243}</a>
+
+  The precious pearl that is first unlocked
+    By Nature's mystic key,
+  From out the baby's jewel-box,
+    Makes mamma's jubilee.
+
+  The day of baby's mastership
+    To raise himself upright,
+  An era marks along the way,
+    By mother-love made light.
+
+  Her mother-voice lures on his step,
+    Her care protects from harm;
+  While deeper into her heart he glides,
+    With every opening charm.
+
+  And when he "ma-ma" sweetly says,
+    Or "pa-pa," in her breast
+  His throne is fixed forevermore,
+    This prince of babes confessed.
+
+  When threads of thought begin to spin,
+    And webs of mind to weave,
+  When kindling soul looks out at eyes
+    That know not to deceive,--
+
+  The mother's holiest task to keep
+    Her darling pure and true;
+  Her constant care, her watchful prayer,
+    Alone can guide him through   <a name="244">{244}</a>
+
+  The maze his youthful feet must tread,
+    And if perchance he fall,
+  Her baby still in him she sees,
+    Her love can cover it all.
+
+  O, the wondrous love the baby brings,
+    Is far beyond our ken!
+  We only know that the fount once oped,
+    Can never be dry again.
+
+* * * * *
+</pre>
+
+<p class="title">
+IT SNOWS! IT SNOWS!
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  It snows! yes, it snows! and the children are wild,
+  At thought of the fun in the snow-drifts up-piled;
+  The boy with his first new boots is in sight,
+  And the wee baby-girl, with her mittens so bright.
+  They are tramping and tossing the snow as they run,
+  And laughing and shouting, so brimful of fun;
+  While the ten-year-old twins, in a somersault mood,
+  Have measured their length from the barn to the wood.
+  A dozen times, yes, or it may be a score,
+  Till their cheeks are as red as the roses, and more;
+  Then the elfin of twelve and the boy of fifteen,
+  Are pelting each other with snowballs so keen,
+  That we, who are older, forget to be staid,    <a name="245">{245}</a>
+  And shout, each with each, as the youngsters, arrayed
+  In feathery garments, press on or retreat,
+  Determined to win, nor acknowledge defeat,
+  And the snow tumbles down with such beauty and grace
+  That the air seems filled up with soft, bridal-veil lace,
+  Through whose meshes the sunbeams shall kiss Mother Earth,
+  Till the buds and the blossoms are bred into birth.
+  But the children, at length, tired out with their play,
+  And stamping the snow from their feet by the way,
+  Come slipping and stumbling and scrambling along,
+  While the big brother catching the baby-girl's song,
+  "Oh, my finders are told!" gives her now a gay toss,
+  The golden hair streaming like distaff of floss;
+  And so cheery the group that is ranged round the board,
+  That for snow, blessed snow! we all thank the good Lord.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 265px; height: 127px;" alt="" src="images/245f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="246">{246}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 387px; height: 526px;" alt="" src="images/246f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="247">{247}</a>
+<p class="title">
+AN OLD SAW.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+    "If you'll break the first brake
+    And will kill the first snake,
+    You'll be sure to go through
+    With what you undertake."
+
+  Thus our Grandma, quaint but queenly,
+    Taught us grand-bairns one by one;
+  And the lesson relished keenly
+    Filled each spring-time full of fun.
+
+  For the watchful eyes were eager,
+    And the flying feet must roam
+  Till they every nook beleaguer
+    Round the old ancestral home.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  But 'twas not the broken brakelet
+    That wrought good for after years;
+  Not the killing of the snakelet,
+    But the conquering of fears,
+
+  And the patient, wistful watching,
+    Educating thought and eye,
+  Made the brakelet and the snakelet
+    Types of weal for bye and bye.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="248">{248}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE DANDELION BLOSSOM.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 283px; height: 209px;" alt="" src="images/248f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+     In the spring when the grass
+     Had sprung up in the pass,
+  And the meadows with velvet were green,
+     We children would tease,
+     "O, dear mother, please
+     Let us doff shoes and stockings,
+     (Ah! naught gave us shockings),
+  And barefooted run o'er the leas,
+  Aye, barefooted run o'er the leas."
+
+     And mother, so wise,
+     Looking into our eyes,--    <a name="249">{249}</a>
+ "There's a snowdrift down under the hill!
+     But when you will bring me,
+     Yes, when you will fling me
+     A dandelion blossom
+     To wear on my bosom
+  You may barefooted run as you will,
+  Aye, barefooted run as you will."
+
+     So for "guineas of gold,"
+     O'er the dandelion-wold,
+  We hunted afar and anear;
+     And with shouts of delight
+     We all greeted the sight
+     Of the fully-blown flower
+     Presaging the shower
+  Of bright blossoms that brought us such cheer,
+  Aye, the blossoms that brought us such cheer.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  FEAR naught save that which slimes thee o'er
+    With falsity or fraud:--
+  Let thine own soul stand clean and white
+    Before its maker, God.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="250">{250}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+SUNSHINE.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The sun shines on forever
+    Though clouds may hide his face;
+  His brightness and his glory
+    The whole wide world may trace
+  For clouds are naught but vapor
+    Whose fleecy veils unfold,
+  And softest silver lining
+    We then with joy behold.
+
+* * * * *
+</pre>
+
+<p class="title">
+OUR ETHEL.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Our Ethel was not always,
+    As people may have thought,
+  A goody-goody little girl
+    Who never mischief wrought.
+
+  Oh, no, our darling Ethel,
+    The precious little woman,
+  Although so very dear to us,
+    Was most intensely human.
+
+  She waded into mischief
+    Like ducklets into water,
+  And kept us ever on the watch
+    With, "Daughter!" "Oh, my Daughter!"
+</pre>
+
+<a name="251">{251}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 323px; height: 286px;" alt="" src="images/251f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  She took the ribbon from her hair
+    The kitten to bedeck,
+  Then brought its tail between its legs
+    And tied it tail and neck.
+
+  She took her dolly to the pump
+    And pinned it on the spout,
+  And then with all her might and main
+    She pumped the water out.
+
+  "Oh, little Haynth tho' thelfith,'
+    She cried, because her cousin      <a name="252">{252}</a>
+  Besought one pillow, while she hugged
+    Them all, a half a dozen.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 354px; height: 242px;" alt="" src="images/252f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  She found a bell that tinkled,
+    And fastened it, for fun,
+  'Round kitty's neck then clapped her hands,
+    And cried, run! Kitty, run!
+
+  She fain would pick the eyes out,
+    Of little baby-brother,
+  "To find the pretty balls like those
+    In fishes' eyes, and other."     <a name="253">{253}</a>
+
+  And then she'd fold her little hands
+    So quaintly and demurely,
+  You'd think she must be quite a saint,
+    Or not a sinner, surely.
+
+  And thus her pranks from day to day
+    And hour to hour repeated,
+  Would bring the thought, "Tis all for naught,
+    Our aims are all defeated."
+
+* * * * *
+
+  Nay, nay, not so, the years roll by,
+    And Ethel's baby-mischief
+  Becomes the power that leads her kind,
+    For by her force she is chief.
+
+* * * * *
+</pre>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE SIX SISTERS.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  ONE of us e'er lives in dates,
+  One in every peach awaits;
+  One in pine-apple is found,
+  One in orange, bright and round,
+  One in plum, so luscious sweet,
+  And our last in strawberry--treat.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="254">{254}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE LITTLE GIRLS' LETTER TO GOD.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 303px; height: 233px;" alt="" src="images/254f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Now Susy's such a naughty dirl,
+    And I ain't any better,
+  And so we thought we just would wite
+    The dear dood Dod a letter.
+
+  And tell him all about our bad,
+    Betause he'd have to know,
+  Or else he touldn't mate us dood,
+    And so we told him how,
+</pre>
+
+<a name="255">{255}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 287px; height: 257px;" alt="" src="images/255f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Once when I spit on Susy's dwess
+    Then Susy spit on me;
+  And when I bwote her dolly's arm
+    She smashed my Twistmas-twee.
+
+  Then when I pushed her off the wall,
+    She spattered me with mud;
+  When I pulled up her tolumbine,
+    She snapped my wed wose-bud
+</pre>
+
+<a name="256">{256}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 298px; height: 282px;" alt="" src="images/256f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  I talled her "old dwanmother Dwill"
+    And she tailed me "old maid,"--
+  And then we stwatched each others' eyes
+    Down in the darden shade.
+
+  And then my ma and Susy's ma
+    Both said the only way
+  Would be to teep us little dirls
+    Apart in all our play.   <a name="257">{257}</a>
+
+  And so the bid, brown date was shut,
+    And that was such a bother,--
+  'Tause Susy's yard was on one side
+    And mine was on the other.
+
+  But we tould peet thwough all the twats,
+    And tiss us thwough the hole
+  Where the bid, udly knot tame out,
+    As bid as Susy's bowl,
+
+  For I love Susy awful much,
+    And Susy she loves me,
+  And so we told the dear, dood Dod
+    We'd twy dood dirls to be.
+
+  So now when we just feel the bad
+    A-tomin' in our heart,
+  We both wun home and shut the date
+    And teep ourselves apart.
+
+  And in a minute all the dood
+    Tomes bat,--and then our plays
+  Seem nicer yet, and we fordet
+    The naughty,--naughty--ways.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="258">{258}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 345px; height: 426px;" alt="" src="images/258f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="259">{259}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+GRANDMA'S LESSONS.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "Tis guilt to wear the garb of sin,
+  Though all be innocent within,"
+  These little girls heard grandma say,
+  And wondered if 'twere half in play.
+  But when they're wiser, older grown,
+  And when the world to them is known,
+  They'll learn to shun even seeming ill;
+  They'll learn with grace their lives to fill,
+  And thank dear grandma o'er and o'er,
+  For this, and many lessons more.
+  "'Tis guilt to wear the garb of sin,
+  Though all be innocent within."
+
+  "If you do well by others' ills,
+  You'll do right well," she said,
+  When we would come and tell about
+  The naughtiness of Ned.
+  "Now children, if you shun the bad
+  You may in others find,
+  And never let yourself be rude,
+  Or naughty, or unkind,
+  You'll learn to do by others' ills
+  Right well," dear grandma said,
+  "And in the way that's good and true,
+  Your youthful feet shall tread."
+</pre>
+
+<a name="260">{260}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+MY LITTLE FOUR-YEARS-OLD
+</p>
+
+Telling Dolly what she will say to her birthday friends
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 198px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="images/260f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  I'm four years old to-day, and I
+  Can talk enough for ten birth-days,
+    And I shan't rhyme it, neither;--
+  For little girls can't do it nice.
+  No matter what they think, and so
+    They needn't try, no, never.
+
+  I'm glad you all are here, and now,
+  With all our dollies in a row,
+    I'm sure we'll have good times;
+  And when we have our apples, grapes,
+  And nuts and figs and patty-cakes,
+    Who'll care for silly rhymes!
+</pre>
+
+<a name="261">{261}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+HANDSOME DICK.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 296px; height: 261px;" alt="" src="images/261f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  ELZIE'S kitty, white as snow,
+  Loves his little mistress so,
+  That he'll come at her command,
+  Lift his paw to shake her hand,
+  Bow his head and kneel to her,
+  Rumpling all his milk-white fur;
+  Many another pretty trick,
+  Too, he's learned, our Elzie's Dick.   <a name="262">{262}</a>
+
+  Well, the Church-Fair coming on,
+  Elzie thought, "What can be done
+  By a little girl like me,
+  In the cause of charity?"
+
+  Mam'a told her she would show
+  Her some fancy work to do,
+  Which a half-a-dozen dimes
+  Sure would bring;--so, many times
+  Elzie made her fingers fly
+  Neat and nice to form the "tie."
+  Now our Elzie, large and fine,
+  Looks like twelve, though only nine--
+  And the "tie" when quite complete,
+  Was so small, though choice and neat,
+  That it could not be denied,
+  Elzie was not satisfied.
+  So she shook her curly head,
+  As with curious smile she said:
+  "If I were a <i>little</i> girl,
+  Like Nannette or Cousin Pearl,
+  This wee 'tie' might then appear
+  Just the thing,--but now, I fear,
+  Looking at the 'tie' and me,
+  We shall seem to disagree.--
+</pre>
+
+<a name="263">{263}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 161px; height: 332px;" alt="" src="images/263f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Now, Mamma, don't answer quick;
+  Stop and think,--my snowy Dick
+  At the Fair might win some pence,
+  By his wise obedience;
+  And his pretty winsome ways
+  Being shown through all the days;--
+  And, dear Mamma, then I should
+  Feel I'd done the best I could."
+
+  Quickly Mamma took the thought,
+  And a royal cage was brought;
+  Cushion made of scarlet bright,--
+  For our Dicky, pure and white,
+  Thus was wont to perch and sit,--
+  And a collar blue we fit
+  To his neck, when loyal, true,
+  He presents red, white, and blue.
+
+  So the cage is placed within
+  A sly corner, free from din,
+  And with tickets five cents each,
+  Elzie sought her end to reach.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="264">{264}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 364px; height: 339px;" alt="" src="images/264f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "Handsome Dick! weight fifteen pounds"--
+  Whispers Elzie on her rounds;
+  "What is 'Handsome Dick'?" they say;
+  "Come and see, please,--step this way;"
+
+  And once seen they're glad to tell
+  Others of white Dick, as well;--
+  For the cat, as knowing now
+  He must make his courtliest bow.   <a name="265">{265}</a>
+
+  Did his best to help along
+  Elzie's plan, the friends among.
+  Upon his cushion he would stand,
+  Or sit, as Elzie might command;
+  Then down upon his blanket lie
+  And be wrapped up like baby-bye;
+  Would lap his milk, or dainty, sip,
+  And shake his pretty under-lip,
+  Thus showing teeth as white as pearl,--
+  Then round and round would quickly whirl,
+  Till each one seeing, cheerful, said:
+  "For that five cents I'm sure we're paid."
+
+  Thus the three days passing by,
+  Which the Fair must occupy--
+  Dollars ten--ah, yes! and more,
+  Elzie holds within her store!
+  Dues for cage and tickets met,
+  And the <i>ten</i> is Elzie's yet,--
+  Which unto the Fair she gave
+  With an air so joyful-grave,
+  That it seemed a spirit bright,
+  Nestled in her heart so light;--
+  And a happier child than she,
+  We may never hope to see.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="266">{266}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+BESSIE'S KISSES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 221px; height: 275px;" alt="" src="images/266f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Kisses, kisses, raining, raining,
+    On her lips, her cheeks, her brow,
+  Till she, wearied, "Daughter, darling,
+    Mamma's had enough for now."
+  "Ah! but Bessie has so many!"--
+    Naught the pretty prattler daunts;
+  Mamma pleading, baby shouting,
+    "Ah! but Bessie's more'n she wants."
+</pre>
+
+<a name="267">{267}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE DINNER-POT.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 273px; height: 179px;" alt="" src="images/267f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The homeliest things are highest worth,
+    The dinner-pot's a treasure
+  Compared with diamonds, chains and rings,
+    Which serve alone for pleasure;--
+  Enwreathe the dinner-pot with flame,
+    And fill it with love's mixings,
+  And it possesses charms beyond
+    All gold or fancy fixings.
+
+  And then, our bony frame-work, too,
+    So stiff and hard and homely,
+  Will serve when plumpness all is gone,
+    And lost is all that's comely.
+  Fling beauty, grace and sweetness round,
+    Festoon your lives with flowers,
+  But ne'er forget that plainest things
+    Are life's most precious dowers.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="268">{268}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+NANNY'S PLAY.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Our Nanny helped her mother
+    In many a childish way,--
+  She picked up chips to feed the fire,
+    And "played that it was play."
+
+  She loved the hens and chickens
+    And fed them day by day,
+  And dubbed them each with quaintest name,
+    And this was always play.
+
+  She hunted through the big barn
+    For hens' nests in the hay,
+  And fetched the eggs right carefully,
+    And this again was play.
+
+  She donned her mother's dust-cap
+    And danced about so gay,
+  And planned how she would house-keep,
+    And this was "truly play."
+</pre>
+
+<a name="269">{269}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 323px; height: 421px;" alt="" src="images/269f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  With basin full of water
+    She scrubbed the door one day,
+  And splashed about till mother dear
+    Must work instead of play.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="270">{270}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 329px; height: 419px;" alt="" src="images/270f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  With brush and broom a-sweeping
+    She fluttered like a fay;
+  The broken cup soon told her
+    'Twas anything but play.   <a name="271">{271}</a>
+
+  She romped around the hay-field
+    And shook the new-mown hay,
+  And with her baby-rake she gleaned
+    The meadow for her play.
+
+  She ran to pick the berries
+    That ripened by the way,
+  And with her basket full to brim
+    This was the best of play.
+
+  So many things, so many,
+    Far more than I can say,
+  Our Nanny in her childhood
+    Has "played that it was play."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 341px; height: 138px;" alt="" src="images/271f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="272">{272}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+NANNY'S LESSONS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 161px; height: 233px;" alt="" src="images/272f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Our Nanny was but four years old
+    When mother said, "My love,
+  Your needle learn with skill to use,
+    It will a blessing prove."
+
+  So Nanny learned to "overhand,"
+    And "hem" so fine and neat,
+  To "backstitch," "run," and many a join
+    That she could scarce repeat.   <a name="273">{273}</a>
+
+  She learned to "catch-stitch" and to "cross,"
+    To "patch" and "darn," as well,
+  To "gather," "plait," "box-plait" and "side,"
+    To "feather-stitch" and "fell."
+
+  She sewed the buttons fast, and "worked
+    The buttonholes" so neat,
+  That many an eld accomplishes
+    With less success, the feat.
+
+  "Be sure your thread is smooth and strong,
+    A goodly knot or two,
+  A double stitch for first, and then
+    A fastening sure when through;
+
+  "And thus your seams will never rip,
+    Your sewing never wear,--
+  Like buttons loose and hooks awry,--
+    A slip-shod, shiftless air."
+
+  All this and more her mother taught,
+    And Nanny conned it o'er
+  Till she was versed in all the arts
+    That point the seamster's lore.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="274">{274}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 350px; height: 498px;" alt="" src="images/274f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="275">{275}</a>
+
+<pre>
+  Her ninth birthday, and mother said
+   "You're old enough to care
+  For all your clothing now, my child,
+    Except the best you wear.
+
+  "And here, within this little chest,
+     And in this drawer wide,
+  You'll keep them ranged so neat and nice,
+    Whatever may betide.
+
+  "A place for this, a place for that,
+    Each garment grouped aright,
+  That you may lay your little hand
+    Upon it, day or night.
+
+  "No garment must be laid within,
+    Except it ready be,
+  To don and wear, for thus you spare
+    Us trouble, you and me."
+
+  And Nanny, pleased with mother's trust,
+    Accepted it with pride,
+  And, in her heart, the lessons learned
+    Forevermore abide.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="276">{276}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+NANNY'S RIDE.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Our Nanny oft in fancy
+    Soared up, the earth above,
+  And sailed the great air-ocean
+    With skylark or with dove.
+
+  And in this fashion musing,
+    One sunny summer's day,
+  Half-watching mother mending
+    And baby-brother play,
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 212px; height: 194px;" alt="" src="images/276f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Without a word of warning
+    The old umbrella came,
+  Opened upside down before her,
+    And whispered soft her name.   <a name="277">{277}</a>
+
+  "Come, Nanny you've been longing
+    For a ride, and now's your time:
+  Jump in,--be quick! And careful, too,
+    For I'm o'erpast my prime."
+
+  So, springing in, she sat there
+    As happy as you please,
+  And through the open window,
+    Was borne upon the breeze.
+
+  The sparrows eyed her keenly,
+    The doves left off their cooing,
+  And children, cause they couldn't go,
+    Set up a grand boo-hoo-ing.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 394px; height: 171px;" alt="" src="images/277f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  She bobbed against a clothes-line,
+    And all the wash went flying;   <a name="278">{278}</a>
+  The good dame cried, "A witch! a witch!
+    The saints forefend my drying."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 206px; height: 330px;" alt="" src="images/278f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  And next she got entangled
+    In the telegraphic wires;
+  And when she jerked away from them,
+    She bumped against the spires.
+
+  She hit the tallest chimneys,
+    And set the smoke a-curling,
+  Then knocked a flag-pole all awry,
+    The stars and stripes a-whirling.
+
+  Now, far beyond the city,
+    With mountains in her face,
+  An eagle pounced to catch her,
+    But she quickly won the race.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="279">{279}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 293px; height: 295px;" alt="" src="images/279f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Within a mountain cavelet,
+    Two baby-bears so young,
+  Smiled on her as she passed them,
+    And greetings to her flung.
+
+  She heard the thunder rolling.
+    And saw the lightning's glare,
+  From clouds away beneath her,
+    While 'round her all was fair.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="280">{280}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 383px; height: 517px;" alt="" src="images/280f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="281">{281}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 269px; height: 351px;" alt="" src="images/281f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  She met a cherub driving
+    A brace of butterflies,
+  While dancing on a gorgeous one,
+    Away in wonder-skies.
+
+  She saw an angel lighting
+    The stars up one by one,
+  As he balanced on a cloudlet
+    That was left behind the sun.
+
+  She heard angelic music,
+    Far up, the blue along,
+  And knew 'twas Mary crooning o'er
+    Her first sweet cradle-song.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="282">{282}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 292px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="images/282f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  She saw such wondrous pictures,
+    So beautiful and grand,
+  Such skyscapes and such cloudscapes,
+    Such waterscapes and land.
+
+  But now the fluttering insects
+    All round her plainly told
+  That she was nearing Mother Earth
+    Far o'er the daisy-wold;
+
+  And startled at the distance
+    From home, the baby screaming
+  And mother still a-mending there,
+    Told Nanny she'd been dreaming.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="283">{283}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE RACE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 375px; height: 140px;" alt="" src="images/283f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  A hop, a skip, and a gambol,
+  A run, a tumble, a scramble,
+  An up-and-a-going,
+  A laughing-and-crowing,
+  A weal-and-a-woe-ing,--
+  Yes, a race for a ball
+  Or a toy we may call,
+  This race that is human,--
+  For child, man, or woman,
+  Tis one and the same,
+  A mysterious game
+  That is played by us all,
+  And we each get a fall;
+  And so many it may be
+  That forever a baby
+  We feel in the race
+  For a name and a place.
+</pre>
+
+
+<a name="284">{284}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+OUR KENNETH.
+</p>
+
+Written for our pet, as indicative of what he <i>should be</i> but <i>is not</i>.
+
+<pre>
+  Know ye our little black-eyed boy?
+    His name is Kenney Stone;
+  Now listen, for he always speaks
+    In such a gentle tone.
+
+  He never says "I will!" "I wi'n't!"
+    He's never rough nor rude,
+  But always bows with, "Thank you; please;"
+    And tries to be so good.
+
+  Our Kenneth never kicks nor strikes,
+    Nor makes an ugly face;
+  He never slides down banisters,
+    Nor puts things out of place.
+
+  He never says a naughty word,
+    Nor tells a big, big story!
+  O, no, nor even a little one,
+    To make us all so sorry.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="285">{285}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 299px; height: 482px;" alt="" src="images/285f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="286">{286}</a>
+
+<pre>
+  Our Kenneth is a gentleman,
+    He will not scratch nor bite;
+  He never speaks to any child,
+    A word that is not right.
+
+  Our Kenneth never slams the doors
+    Nor stamps along the halls;
+  He goes away when he is told,
+    And comes when mamma calls.
+
+  Our Kenneth, everybody loves,
+    Because he's so polite,
+  Our darling little black-eyed boy,
+    Our Kenney Stone so bright.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 216px; height: 203px;" alt="" src="images/286f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="287">{287}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+TO MY TEN-YEARS-OLD.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 209px; height: 448px;" alt="" src="images/287f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  On thy cheek the roses lie;
+    Lilies, on thy forehead fair;
+  Violets blue, in each bright eye,
+    Sunbeams, in thy golden hair.
+
+  Pearls, within thy coral lips,
+    Ears and nostrils, crystal-clear,
+  Dainty, sea-shell finger tips,
+    Form, a sylph might love to wear.
+
+  Yet no beauty, thou, my child,
+    Save as filled with inward grace;
+  Save a spirit, undefiled,
+    Warm thy heart and wreathe thy face.
+</pre>
+
+
+<a name="288">{288}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+DARE TO SAY NO.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 287px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="images/288f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Dear children, you are sometimes led
+    To sorrow, sin, and woe,             <a name="289">{289}</a>
+  Because you have not courage quite,
+    And dare not answer, No.
+
+  When playmates tell you this, or that
+    Is "very nice to do,"
+  See first what mamma says, or if
+    You think 'tis wrong, say No.
+
+  Be always gentle, but be firm.
+    And wheresoe'er you go,
+  If you are asked to do what's wrong,
+    Don't fear to answer, No.
+
+  False friends may laugh and sneer at you.
+    Temptations round you flow,
+  But prove yourself both brave and true,
+    And firmly tell them, No.
+
+  Sometimes a thing that's not a sin,
+    You might be asked to do,--
+  But when you think it is not best,
+    Don't yield, but answer, No.
+
+  True friends will honor you the more,
+    Ah, yes, and false ones too,
+  When they have learned you're not afraid
+    To stand and answer, No.   <a name="290">{290}</a>
+
+  And when temptations rise within,
+    And plead to "come," or "go,"
+  And do a wrong for "_just this once_"
+    Be sure you answer, No.
+
+  For when you once have done a Wrong,
+    The Right receives a blow,--
+  And Wrong will triumph easier now,
+    So haste and answer, No.
+
+  There's many a little boy and girl,
+    And man and woman too,
+  Have gone to ruin and to death
+    For want of saying, No!
+
+  So, young or old, or great or small,
+    Don't fail, whate'er you do,
+  To stand for Right and nobly dare
+    To speak an honest No.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 259px; height: 92px;" alt="" src="images/290f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="291">{291}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+ASK MOTHER.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 213px; height: 293px;" alt="" src="images/291f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Yes, my darling, when you question,
+    I will answer, simple, plain,
+  Just the Truth;--and when playmate
+    Tells you anything again,
+  Come to Mother, she will tell you,
+    Yes, and tell you always true,
+  For she knows what's low and sinful,
+    And what's right and wrong for you.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="title">
+TELL MOTHER.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  'Tis wrong, my dear, to do a thing
+    That mother must not know;
+  And when your playmates, old or young,
+    Shall tell you thus to do,
+  Leave them at once, and quickly come
+    To your dear Mother's side,
+  And tell her,--for she'll know what's wrong,
+    And she will be your guide.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="292">{292}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+DON'T TELL A LIE.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 337px; height: 416px;" alt="" src="images/292f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Don't tell a lie, dear children,
+    No matter what you do,--
+  Own up and be a hero,
+    Right honest, brave, and true.
+
+  You'd better have a whipping
+    Each day than tell a lie,--
+  No, not a "white one," even,
+    They lead to blackest dye.
+
+  The rod but hurts your body,
+    While lies deform your soul;--
+  Don't mind the present smarting,
+    Keep the spirit pure and whole.
+
+  But I am sure that mamma
+    And papa, too, will try
+  To help you children tell the Truth,
+    Nor drive you to a lie.
+
+  They will not punish harshly,
+    Nor when they're angry, quite;
+  Nor promise, and then fail to do,--
+    But always lead you right.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="294">{294}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+LITTLE MOSES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 375px; height: 296px;" alt="" src="images/294f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  In the Talmud you will find it,--
+    In the quaint and curious lore
+  Of the ancient priests, or Rabbins,
+    Whom the people bowed before;
+
+  Find the story of an infant
+    Sitting on the kingly knee;
+  "Little Moses," Pharaoh calls him,--
+    Crowing loud in baby glee.   <a name="295">{295}</a>
+
+  And the banqueters were cheering,
+    When the infant with a spring,
+  Reached and caught the crown that rested
+    Upon Pharaoh's head, as king.
+
+  Caught the crown, and quickly placed it
+    On his own unwitting head;
+  But the king and all his princes,
+    In the deed a meaning read.
+
+  Then spake Balaam, the magician,
+    "Not because the child is young,
+  Hath he done this thing unknowing;--
+    He hath mocked thee, he hath flung
+
+  "In thy face thy kindly dealings;
+    Such hath ever been the way
+  Of his people; a usurper--
+    Let his blood be spilled this day."
+
+  But the winsome baby-fingers
+    Toying with the kingly beard,
+  Won the edict: "Call the judges;
+    Let their counselings be heard."   <a name="296">{296}</a>
+
+  So the judges and the wise men
+    Came with Jethro, Midian's priest,
+  Who, with wish to save young Moses,
+    Thus his majesty addressed:
+
+  "If it to the king be pleasing,
+    Fetch two plates, and we will hold
+  Them before the babe, a-brimming,
+    One with fire, and one with gold.
+
+  "If the child shall grasp the golden,
+    He hath done this knowingly;
+  He will trample on thy statutes;
+    For thine honor he must die.
+
+  "But if he shall grasp the other,
+    Know, O King, he knoweth nought
+  Of a royal crown or scepter,--
+    And his life with fire is bought."
+
+  These wise words, the king approving,
+    Plate of fire and plate of gold,
+  Courtiers brought, and screams of anguish,
+    Soon the childish choosing told.   <a name="297">{297}</a>
+
+  For he, baby-like, had thrust it
+    In his mouth; and though he flung
+  Quick the coal, he ever after
+    Spake with slow and stammering tongue.
+</pre>
+[Footnote: Exodus IV:10]
+<br><br>
+
+* * * * *
+<br>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 132px; height: 392px;" alt="" src="images/297f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Charming 'tis to see
+  Children who agree;
+  Chaste, and choice, and cheery,
+  Chiming in so merry,
+  Childlike, ever;
+  Churlish, never.
+  Championing the good;
+  Challenging the rude;
+  Chary as the dove;
+  Chief in Jesus' love.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="298">{298}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE CHILDREN'S RAILROAD.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Old Time has built a Railroad,
+    On which you children speed
+  To a land of light and plenty,
+    Or a land of darksome need;
+  And soon you'll come to a meadow,
+    Where two tracks mark the way,
+  But they'll run close up alongside
+    For many and many a day.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 326px; height: 329px;" alt="" src="images/298f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  And one is strewn with roses,
+    While one looks bleak and bare,
+  With now and then a berry-bush,
+    And a violet here and there;--     <a name="299">{299}</a>
+
+  On one you'll find companions
+    Who but for pleasure seek,
+  While friends along the other,
+    Will words of wisdom speak.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 210px; height: 206px;" alt="" src="images/299f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Be careful in your choosing,
+    For if you take the <i>Right</i>,
+  You will travel in the shadow
+    Of the Rock that shields at night;
+  'T will lead through greenest pastures
+    Where softest brooklets flow,
+  And land you at a Station
+    That is full of cheer and glow.   <a name="300">{300}</a>
+
+  On the other track, the roses
+    Are backed by sharpest thorns;
+  While berries always nourish,
+    And the violet but adorns;--
+  You will stumble into sluices,
+    And what is worse than all,
+  Your self-respect and conscience
+    Grow weak with every fall.
+
+  Yes, if you choose the other
+    That looks so bright and gay,
+  You'll find the bridges broken,
+    And the road-bed washed away;
+  And when you near the Station,
+    You'll switch to a fearful leap,
+  That will hurl you into darkness,
+    And bury you in the deep.
+
+  But those who choose the Right one
+    Grow manly, womanly, true;
+  God's love-light shines upon them,
+    And falls as heavenly dew;--
+  They grieve at your wild folly,
+    And will gladly help you back,
+  If at any curve or turning
+    You seek the trusty track.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="301">{301}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 335px; height: 441px;" alt="" src="images/301f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  But ah! the scars you're wearing,
+    From thorns that pierced you sore,--   <a name="302">{302}</a>
+  And the ditches in which you've fallen,
+    That were strewn with roses o'er;--
+  And the joys you've lost, unnumbered,
+    That spring from good deeds done;
+  And the fruits you've missed, unmeasured,
+    That by others have been won.
+
+  Though friends may be indulgent,
+    And loved ones even forget,
+  Yourself can never banish
+    The memories that beset.
+  You will wish you had never traveled
+    The way that leads to death;
+  You will wish you had never reveled
+    In the viper's venomed breath.
+
+  So beware which track you follow;
+    And again I say, beware!
+  The <i>False</i> is strewn with roses,--
+    The <i>True</i> looks bleak and bare;
+  But this, 't is plain, is only
+    That youthful, artless eyes
+  Are open to show and glamour,
+    But see not deep nor wise,   <a name="303">{303}</a>
+
+  To Truth then, children, listen,
+    And cultivate the seed
+  That in your hearts God planted,
+    To serve your every need;--
+  Yes, heed the voice within you,
+    And follow it all the way,
+  For it will help you choose the road
+    That leads to endless day.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 221px; height: 292px;" alt="" src="images/303f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="304">{304}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE PHOEBE'S NEST IN THE OLD WELL-WHEEL.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," why, 'tis a little bird,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," singing the pretty word;
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," brown feathers cover him,
+  Gray breast, with blackish stripes scattered all over him.
+
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," here comes his little mate,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," both on the garden gate,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," loving now they trill,
+  Planning to build a nest in the old well-wheel.
+
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," now the nest is begun;
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," now it is nearly done;
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," how will the birdies feel,
+  When the egg is dropped down, with turn of the wheel.
+
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," children are sorry now,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," birds are all a-worry now,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," laying eggs day by day,
+  While the turn of the wheel ever drops them away.   <a name="305">{305}</a>
+
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," never the lesson learned,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," year by year they returned,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," building persistently,
+  Where the turn of the wheel dropped the eggs all away.
+
+  Phoe-be, phoe-be, yet not in vain you wrought,
+  Phoe-be, phoe-be, for, by your folly taught,
+  Phoe-be, phoe-be, children plan so to build,
+  That no eggs may be lost by the turn of life's wheel.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 149px; height: 221px;" alt="" src="images/305f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="306">{306}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+MABEL'S SNOW-FEATHERS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 321px; height: 234px;" alt="" src="images/306f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Listen, children, while I tell you
+    What our merry Mabel said
+  When she saw the feathery snow-flakes
+    Tumbling down about her head.
+
+  Clapping hands and dancing gaily,
+    "Mamma, mamma, come and see!
+  Come and see the feathers, mamma,
+    Soft and white as they can be!"   <a name="307">{307}</a>
+
+  Standing then a moment, pondering
+    As it were, whence came the snow,
+  Little face so wise and thoughtful,
+    Mabel cried: "Oh, now I know,
+
+  "There are lots of eider ducklets
+    Up in Heaven, above the blue,
+  And they're dropping off their feathers,--
+    And such downy feathers, too!
+
+  "See them frolic with each other;
+    See them kiss as fast they fly;
+  See them make believe they are going to,
+    Then go gaily flitting by.
+
+  "See them on the Spruce and Balsam,
+    Pile up little soft, fat hands;
+  See their many plump, white cushions;
+    See them wave their fairy wands.
+
+  "See the showers of flying feathers
+    Whisking 'round in merry moods;
+  See, the telegraph their perch is,--
+    Oh, I'm sure they're almost birds!"   <a name="308">{308}</a>
+
+  Now she fancies she can hear them
+    Whisper of their ducklet birth;--
+  Hear their soft and wean-y quacklings,
+    As they tumble down to earth.
+
+  Now she listens for the jingle
+    Of the sleigh-bells they will bring;
+  Now she sees the flying horses,
+    Prancing gaily at their ring.
+
+  Lovely are these fleecy feathers,
+    Dainty in each rare device;
+  All unlike our ducklet feathers,--
+    White and soft, but cold as ice.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 363px; height: 407px;" alt="" src="images/308f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="309">{309}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 260px; height: 187px;" alt="" src="images/309f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Yet they cover, warmly cover
+    Mother Earth so bleak and brown;
+  Cover her with feathery mantles,
+    Comforters of eider-down.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 296px; height: 229px;" alt="" src="images/309f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="310">{310}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+FOREST TREES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 202px; height: 248px;" alt="" src="images/310f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Children, have you seen the budding
+    Of the trees in valleys low?
+  Have you watched it creeping, creeping
+    Up the mountain, soft and slow?
+  Weaving there a plush-like mantle,
+    Brownish, grayish, red-dish green,
+  Changing, changing, daily, hourly,
+    Till it smiles in emerald sheen?
+
+  Have you watched the shades so varied,
+    From the graceful, little white birch,
+  Faint and tender, to the balsam's
+    Evergreen, so dark and rich?
+  Have you seen the quaint mosaics
+    Gracing all the mountain-sides,
+  Where they, mingling, intertwining,
+    Sway like softest mid-air tides?   <a name="311">{311}</a>
+
+  Have you seen the autumn frostings
+    Spread on all the leafage bright,
+  Frostings of the rarest colors,
+    Red and yellow, dark and light?
+  Have you seen the glory painted
+    On the mountain, valley, hill,
+  When the landscape all illumined,
+    Blazons forth His taste and skill?
+
+  Have you seen the foliage dropping,
+    Tender cling, as loth to leave
+  Mother-trees that taught them deftly,
+    All their warp and woof to weave?
+  Have you seen the leafless branches
+    Tossing wildly 'gainst the blue?
+  Have you seen the soft gray beauty
+    Of their wintry garments' hue?
+
+  Have you thought the resurrection
+    Seen in Nature year by year,
+  Is a symbol of our rising
+    In a higher, holier sphere?
+  Children, ye are buds maturing;
+    Make your autumn rich and grand,
+  That your winter be a passage
+    Through the gates to Glory-land.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="312">{312}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+CHILDHOOD FANCIES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 266px; height: 232px;" alt="" src="images/312f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The twilight gray is falling,
+    Now list and you shall hear
+  The footsteps of the sylphid fays,--
+    This is their hour of cheer.
+
+  List to the gentle patter
+    On each wee blade of grass,
+  As it is bent, and back again,
+    Whene'er the fairies pass.   <a name="313">{313}</a>
+
+  Upon the tips of grasses
+    They cross the meadows, lawn,
+  And laugh and dance and play and sing,
+    From twilight hour till dawn.
+
+  They light their myriad lanterns,
+    And hang them in the arch
+  Of blue that canopies o'erhead,
+    And by their light they march.
+
+  They sometimes miss a fairy,
+    And take a lantern down
+  To search for her, and mortals say;
+    "A fire-fly flits around."
+
+  On leaves they hang their diamonds,
+    Their pearls in every flower;
+  Their gauzy veils upon the grass,
+    They spread for fairy bower.
+
+  Their slender wings are hanging
+    On every shrub, across;
+  Their seats are dainty cushion-beds
+    Of green and springy moss.   <a name="314">{314}</a>
+
+  Their shrubbery of coral
+    Is gray and scarlet-tipped;
+  Their hair upon the maize is hung
+    Each Summer, when 'tis clipped.
+
+  The mushroom forms their table,
+    Their dishes, acorn cups;
+  The ant-hills are their barracks high;
+    Their cannon, "hemlock pops."
+
+  Their scarfs of plush are lying
+    On ripening grape and peach;
+  Their sea-shells 'neath the apple trees,
+    Each Spring bestrew their beach.
+
+  They paint the leaves in Autumn;
+    They make a tiny rink
+  Of every puddle, fen, and dike,
+    And skate from nave to brink.
+
+  They brown the nuts in forests,
+    The burrs they open wide;
+  They lure the feathers from the clouds.
+    And pile them up, to slide.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="315">{315}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 359px; height: 298px;" alt="" src="images/315f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  They build along the way-side
+    Their fairy palisades,--
+  The "hoar-frost" some have christened it,--
+    And hold West Point parades.
+
+  They sketch upon the windows
+    Such pictures as no power
+  Of man can ever execute,
+    And on them pearl-dust shower.   <a name="316">{316}</a>
+
+  All these and myriad fancies
+    That never can be told,
+  My childhood days so new and sweet,
+    In memory infold.
+
+  But mother softly whispers,
+    "Tis not the Fays, my dears,
+  Tis old Dame Nature's song of songs,
+    The 'Music of the Spheres.'
+
+  "List ever for it, children,
+    Twill bring you close to God;
+  Each sound but echoes Him who made,
+    Each motion is His nod."
+
+* * * * *
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 156px; height: 169px;" alt="" src="images/316f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "Waste not, want not," be your motto,--
+    Little things bring weal or woe;
+  Save the odds and ends, my children,
+    Some one wants them, if not you.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="317">{317}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+LIZZIE AND THE ANGELS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 332px; height: 350px;" alt="" src="images/317f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Little Lizzie, thoughtful, earnest,
+    Springing up at break of day,
+  Thinks she heard the angels whisper
+    Softly, as she knelt to pray.   <a name="318">{318}</a>
+
+  "Yes, they whispered to me, mamma,
+    And they told me lots of things,--
+  And they said, 'O Lizzie, Lizzie,
+    'Tis your temper trouble brings!'
+
+  "Then they said: You, child, can never
+    Be a woman good and true,
+  If you let your fiery temper
+    And your own will govern you;
+  And they told me 'even Jesus
+    Said, 'Thy will, not mine, be done,'
+  And that if I grew up wilful,
+    All my life I can but mourn.
+
+  And they told me, too, dear mamma,
+    That if I were called to die,
+  I could not be glad in heaven,
+    For no heaven in me would lie.
+  Now, what shall I do, dear mamma,
+    That I may be good and true?
+  How shall I my temper govern,
+    And my wicked will subdue?"
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 195px; height: 337px;" alt="" src="images/319f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "Lizzie, darling, if you listen,
+    You will hear a voice within,   <a name="319">{319}</a>
+  That will tell you every moment,
+    What is Right, and what is Sin.
+  But you must not disobey it,
+    Or it will grow faint and weak;
+  You must watch to catch its whispers,
+    Hurry when you hear it speak.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="320">{320}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 125px; height: 346px;" alt="" src="images/320f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "For if you should linger waiting,
+    There's another voice will say:
+  Never mind, nobody'll know it,
+    Even though you disobey.'
+  And this other voice, this Tempter,
+    Sure will lead you to the wrong,
+  While the voice of the good angel
+    Fills your life with cheer and song.
+
+  "In your play and in your working,
+    You the Golden Rule must heed;
+  Do by others as you'd have them
+    Do by you, if in their stead.
+  Better far to <i>bear</i> and <i>suffer</i>
+    Than to <i>do</i> a wrong, my child;
+  Better give up every pleasure,
+    Than to be by sin beguiled.
+
+  "In your eating, in your drinking,
+    In your clothing, in your talk,
+  You can glorify the Father,
+    Or in wickedness can walk.
+  For your little body, Lizzie,
+    God has said, 'Keep holy, pure,'   <a name="321">{321}</a>
+  Tis His 'temple' He has lent you,
+    Keep its every gate secure,
+
+  "What you eat and drink makes muscles,
+    Bones and nerves, and brain, and thought;
+  And by food and drink improper,
+    Fearful evils may be wrought.
+  Much of meat and spice and candies,
+    Makes your blood impure, and then
+  All your body's in a jangle,
+    And your temper's wild again.
+
+  "And your clothes if tight or heavy,
+    Help to make your blood impure;
+  Help to make you weak and wicked,
+    Into evil ways to lure.
+  Foul air, too, your blood will poison
+    Sitting up too late at night;
+  All these things will make it harder
+    For you, child, to do the right.
+
+  "Bad companions also lead you
+    To the wrong, and tempt you sore
+  To defy the voice within you
+    Till it, grieved, will speak no more,--   <a name="322">{322}</a>
+  Do not hesitate to tell them
+    You cannot their ways approve.
+  Do not yield to their enticements;
+    Tell them 'No!' with firmness, love.
+
+  "Do not ever let a single
+    Word unkind, nor coarse, impure,
+  Pass your lips; for these will lead you
+    Toward the bad, you may be sure.
+  Do not let a playmate tell you
+    Anything that must be kept
+  As a secret from your mother;--
+    Something's wrong, so don't accept.
+
+  "Always tell a thing precisely
+    As it is; don't try to make
+  It more fine and entertaining;
+    Tell the truth for Truth's dear sake.
+  Never lay a finger, darling,
+    On what is not quite your own,
+  Lest temptation overtake you,
+    And your honesty be gone.
+
+  "In the silence of your chamber,
+    When no human being's nigh,     <a name="323">{323}</a>
+  Don't forget that God is with you,
+    Watching with all seeing-eye;
+  Don't forget that He will know it
+    If you do a thing that's wrong;
+  Keep yourself so pure and perfect,
+    That your life shall be His song.
+
+  "Now, dear child, the blessed Jesus
+    Always, when you wish it, hears,
+  Giving help to those who ask it,
+    Lightening woes, and lessening fears.
+  Follow always His example;
+    Take His precepts for your guide;
+  Learn to trust Him, for He's walking
+    Ever loving at your side."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 161px; height: 183px;" alt="" src="images/323f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="324">{324}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+CHILD-MEMORIES.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 305px; height: 306px;" alt="" src="images/324f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Was ever so sweet the clover,
+    Was ever so clear the brook,
+  As my child-days, over and over,
+    Found fresh in the dear home-nook?   <a name="325">{325}</a>
+
+  Was ever such grace of motion,
+    Or ever such trills of song.
+  As the birds in mid-air ocean,
+    Poured childhood's plays among?
+
+  Were ever so bright the noondays,
+    Were ever the skies so blue,
+  Or so soft the slanting moon-rays,
+    As stole my childhood through?
+
+  Was ever so dear a mother,
+    Or a child so sweet, I pray,
+  As my blue-eyed baby-brother,
+    In the time so far away?
+
+  Was ever so true boy-lover,--
+    O, ever such pictures bright,
+  As my child-days, over and over,
+    Reflect by memory's light!
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 191px; height: 70px;" alt="" src="images/325f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="326">{326}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+NELLY AND NED.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "I'M twelve years old to-day," says Ned,
+    "And wish I were twelve more, sir,--
+  And Nelly Warner's almost twelve,
+    So we'd be twenty-four, sir."
+
+  "'And what of that!' Why, Nelly 'n' I
+    Have always played together;
+  And then I draw her on my sled,
+    To school in stormy weather.
+
+  "And all the goodies that we get,
+    We share them half and half, sir;
+  And O, we have such lots of fun,
+    I'm sure 'twould make you laugh, sir!
+
+  "Now Nelly lives in Cottage Square,
+    While I live 'round the corner,
+  And all the boys would laugh and shout,
+    'Ned Jarrett loves Nell Warner.'
+</pre>
+
+<a name="327">{327}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 380px; height: 503px;" alt="" src="images/327f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="328">{328}</a>
+
+<pre>
+  "I didn't care for this, you know,
+    But O, I couldn't bear it
+  When they began to laugh at her,
+    And say, 'Nell loves Ned Jarrett!'
+
+  "And so I thought I'd have to fight,--
+    And though I was the smallest
+  Of all the party, I's so mad
+    I'd easy beat the tallest.
+
+  "But Nelly coaxed and comforted,
+    And said, 'Why would I do it,
+  When they had only told the truth,
+    And everybody knew it!'"
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 324px; height: 196px;" alt="" src="images/328f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="329">{329}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE CLAMBERERS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 168px; height: 401px;" alt="" src="images/329f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  All you babies
+    Perched in air,
+  Careful how you
+    Caper there!
+  Careful lest the
+    Little feet
+  Or the little
+    Hands so sweet,
+  Lose their hold
+    And babies fall,--
+  Careful, careful,
+    Babies all.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="330">{330}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE NEW WHITE JATTET.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 100px; height: 160px;" alt="" src="images/330f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  I never seen such naughty dirls
+    As Susy Jones and Ellen;
+  They laughed, O desht as hard's they tould
+    When I twipped up and fell in
+  The old toal-hole. And see, mamma,
+    I tore my new white jattet;
+  And when I twied, they laughed and laughed,
+    And said, "O, what a wattet!"
+  The bid dirls talled them most untind,
+    And said they surely knew it,
+  The teaching of the Dolden Wule,
+    And then how tould they do it!
+  I duess they'd twy if they was me,
+    I duess they'd mate a wattet,
+  If they should fall in a toal-hole,
+    And tear their new white jattet.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="331">{331}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+REMEMBER THE POOR.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  "SWEET, my darling, come and see
+    What mamma has brought for thee;
+  Garments soft and ribbons bright,
+    Hat and coat, a pretty sight;
+  Sweet, my child, what shall we do
+    With the old, now you've the new?"
+
+  "Why, mamma, this frock and frill,
+    These are good and pretty still.
+  But as they are quite too small,
+    Give them, please, to Lillie Ball
+  In the cottage by the hill,
+    She'll be glad, I know she will;
+  For mamma, they're very poor,
+    And 'tis cold to cross the moor
+  In their tattered garments few;
+    Mamma, may I give the new?"
+
+  "No, my child, and yet you may
+    Sometimes give new things away.
+  Keep your pennies, and they'll be
+    Dollars, by and by, two, three;
+  Thus you now and then may have
+    Something new and fresh to give."
+</pre>
+
+<a name="332">{332}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE LITTLE STREET-SWEEPER.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 318px; height: 267px;" alt="" src="images/332f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Look at that little girl sweeping the crossing;
+  See how the mud her bare legs is embossing!
+  And her feet are so slippered with mud, that it seems
+  As though from the ground she grew up 'mongst the teams;
+  And why she's not run over surely's a wonder,
+  Standing there sweeping, the horses' feet under.
+  See her close curls and her bright, beaming eye;
+  Though fearless, the glance, you perceive, is half shy,   <a name="333">{333}</a>
+  As so lightly she swings her wet broom, and so true,--
+  Let us cross, and we'll give her a penny or two.
+
+  But wait, now a passer-by hands her a penny;
+  Just see her bright glance twinkle over to Benny,
+  The little hunchback sitting there on the curb-stone,
+  Close up to the lamp-post, that he may disturb none.
+  His crutches beside him a sorry tale tell;
+  But see, he's a basket of knick-nacks to sell;
+  And a lady has bought for her child a toy whip,
+  And now from her port-monaie gives him the scrip,
+  But refuses the change,--and with tears in his eyes,
+  He thanks her and blesses, with grateful surprise;--
+  And the glance the boy now flashes over to Jenny,
+  Is as bright as she gave him when she got the penny.
+  O, I've seen them so many times! always together,
+  Always happy and cheery, in bright or dull weather;
+  For though he makes the most when it's fair, as they show me,
+  Yet she does the best when it's muddy and stormy.
+
+  Watch, now, her quick smile of such pleased recognition:--
+  To win it I oft come this way on my mission.
+  But see, she draws back as I offer the penny,     <a name="334">{334}</a>
+  And modestly says, "Madam, please keep the money,
+  For you know 'tis a pleasure to me to be sweeping
+  The path for you, lady;" and, all the time keeping
+  Her broom just before us to brush the least speck,
+  The sweet smiles in her eyes her whole being bedeck.
+  So I keep it, for she has as good claim as I
+  To the right to do favors and none will deny
+  That "It is more blessed to give than receive,"
+  And her sweep is far more than my pennies to give.
+  But we'll stop and see Benny, and make it up there,
+  For in all that each gets they will both have a share.
+  A nice little bib for my baby at home,--
+  A patent tape-measure, a mother-pearl comb;
+  And Benny's pale face lightens up with a glow
+  Such as angels rejoice in;--now, Maud, we must go.
+  But to Benny: "I'm thinking to-night I may come
+  And bring my friend with me, to see your new home."
+  "O, if you will!" says the child with delight
+  Rippling over his face like a sunbeam--and quite
+  As joyously, Jenny: "O, madam, please do,
+  For we've something at home that we want to show you!"
+
+  So when 'tis near night-fall we take the short car    <a name="335">{335}</a>
+  That off through West Fourth Street goes winding afar,
+  And away to the Hudson, almost, we shall find
+  A lone-seeming tenement cuddled behind
+  Huge heaps of fresh lumber so piney and sweet,
+  While everything round there is charmingly neat.--
+  Yes, the children are home and as gay as a lark,
+  While the good mother greets us with pleasure;--but hark!
+  A baby-cry comes from the bedroom beyond,
+  And Jenny brings forth a sweet, sunny-haired blonde,
+  Saying: "This is the something we wanted to show you,
+  This two-years-old baby-girl--why, does she know you?
+  She holds out her hands to go to you so soon!"
+  "Ah! she feels we are friendly;--hear now her soft croon.
+  But how came she here, child?" "We found her just over
+  The lumber-yard fence, with a board for a cover,
+  Wrapped up in a blanket marked Bertha." "But why
+  Do you not to the charity mission apply?"
+  "O, we want her ourselves! And the good Lord, through you,  <a name="336">{336}</a>
+  Has given us this home, so what else should we do,
+  Than to keep what He sends? And we're sure He sent Berty,
+  In place of our baby that died, little Myrtie!"
+
+  And here these poor people, so poor they were starving
+  When I found them a few months ago, were now halving
+  Their food and their home with this waif and with Benny--
+  For he was an orphan child left by his granny,
+  Who died in an attic just over their room,
+  In the tumble-down house they before-time called home;
+  Though they've four of their own, and the eldest is Jenny,
+  The little street-sweep who would not take the penny,
+  Yet they say, "Benny seems quite as much to belong here,
+  And be one of our children, as if he were born here."
+
+  O, how many rich homes where no child is given,
+  Might be made, for poor orphans, an opening to Heaven!    <a name="337">{337}</a>
+  And how many, poorer, might seem to be rich,
+  With a benny or Bertha to fill up the niche
+  That is left 'neath the hundreds of home-roofs all over.
+  Which the Lord has designed some poor orphan shall cover;
+  For He makes His home where His children are moored,--
+  And brings in His wealth where they live by His word;
+  And the meal and the oil there shall never be spent;--
+  What we give to the poor, to the Lord we have lent.
+  A baby to feed, is a baby to love,
+  A child in the house, "a well-spring" from above,--
+  And never forsaken, and ne'er begging bread,
+  Shall be those who take care that His lambs are well fed.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 315px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="images/337f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="338">{338}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE FAMILY.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 103px; height: 100px;" alt="" src="images/338f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Z
+
+    I am always in a buzz,
+    Though I'm never in a fret,
+  But I'm ever with a zealot in his zeal;
+    I am in the zephyr-breath,
+    Yet with zest have often met
+  The zero mark that brings the ice-man weal.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 101px; height: 108px;" alt="" src="images/338f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Y
+
+  I've to do with the yoke, but not with the ox;
+    I help every priest in his prayer;
+  I am new every year, and in four months appear,
+    While I yield to the yeoman a share.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 111px; height: 100px;" alt="" src="images/338f3.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  X
+
+  I live in a Lexicon,
+    I mark half a score;
+  I ride with a Mexican,
+    In Texas, for lore,    <a name="339">{339}</a>
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 80px; height: 111px;" alt="" src="images/339f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  W
+
+  I am in every wing, yet I'm not in a dove;
+  I wait in the swing to be tossed up above.
+  I live in the woods, and I perch on the wall;
+  I am in the wild waves, though I sail in a yawl.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 106px; height: 97px;" alt="" src="images/339f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  V
+
+  I am mingled with your victuals, yet 'm never in your mouth;
+  I always lead the van and must forever stem the wave;
+  I grow in every gravel bed, East, West, or North, or South,
+  And although I'm with the living, you will find me in the grave.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 103px; height: 105px;" alt="" src="images/339f3.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  U
+
+  I live in the urn, but not in the vase,
+  I always can run, but I never can race.
+  I tumble and jump, but I can't hop nor skip;
+  I hide in your mouth, but I ne'er touch your lip.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 108px; height: 108px;" alt="" src="images/339f4.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  T
+
+  I'm doubled up in a patty-pan,
+    Yet I never saw a pie;
+  I hide in the boy's first pair of boots,
+    Nor pass his mittens by.    <a name="340">{340}</a>
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 101px; height: 104px;" alt="" src="images/340f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  S
+
+  I am always in sadness, yet never know grief;
+  Then, too, I'm in gladness, which gives me relief.
+  I know not the ocean, but swim in the sea,
+  And the stars and the sunshine were not, but for me.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 95px; height: 98px;" alt="" src="images/340f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  R
+
+  I live at both ends of a river,
+    My home is the center of art;
+  I am found in both arrows and quiver
+    Yet I quietly rest in your heart.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 90px; height: 104px;" alt="" src="images/340f3.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Q
+
+  I lead the queen, yet never walk
+    Without you (u) at my heels;
+  I laugh at every question queer,
+    And joy in piggy's squeals.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 101px; height: 96px;" alt="" src="images/340f4.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  P
+
+  I perch on every pepper-pod,
+    I peer in every place;
+  I prance with every palfrey gay,
+    Yet never run nor race.    <a name="341">{341}</a>
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 99px; height: 101px;" alt="" src="images/341f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  O
+
+  Listen, children, and you'll hear me in the cooing of the dove;
+    In the lowing of the kine and the crowing of the cocks;
+  I am in your joy and sorrow, and I come to you in love,
+    And you will find me safely hidden in the middle of your box.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 98px; height: 101px;" alt="" src="images/341f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  N
+
+  I live in the moon, yet I visit the sun,
+  I've twice blest the noon, and I've twice kissed the nun;
+  I was in the beginning, yes, double and treble,
+  And wherever's an end I am always in the middle.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 94px; height: 97px;" alt="" src="images/341f3.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  M
+
+  I, too, live in the moon, yet I ne'er saw the sun;
+  I ne'er blessed the noon, and I ne'er kissed a nun.
+  I'm one of the many, and in at each mess,
+  Though I've never a penny, I'm not in distress.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 93px; height: 102px;" alt="" src="images/341f4.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  L
+
+  I sing in every lullaby,
+    I'm out in every squall;
+  I ring in every shilling piece,
+    And roll in every ball.    <a name="342">{342}</a>
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 94px; height: 97px;" alt="" src="images/342f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  K
+
+  I am baked in a cake, but I never see bread,
+  I can fork hay, and rake, but I can't lie in bed;
+  I can like, but not love; though no doe, I'm with the buck;
+  I'm in kite, but not in dove; and I'm always in luck.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 92px; height: 98px;" alt="" src="images/342f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  J
+
+  I'm in a baby-jumper, and with joy I laugh and sing,
+  But I quickly find myself shut up in jail,
+  Where I pass my time in jokes, or perhaps in conjuring,
+  Till I lead the Judge, who says I'm "out on bail."
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 95px; height: 107px;" alt="" src="images/342f3.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  I
+
+  I live in an Inn, yet I never taste beer,
+    I never smoke, chew, or use snuff;
+  I am seen in high life, yet I'm true to my wife,
+    And now I have told you enough.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 99px; height: 98px;" alt="" src="images/342f4.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  H
+
+  At the door of a hut I must stand, it is true,
+    Yet of the king's household I'm one;
+  I revel in heather all wet with the dew,
+    And yet I am never in fun.    <a name="343">{343}</a>
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 102px; height: 102px;" alt="" src="images/343f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  G
+
+  I grow in grace, yet gayety
+  Would have no place except for me;
+  I greet the gardener with a grin,
+  E'en though I lie the grave within.
+  I'm with the King, yet shun the Queen;
+  I walk in grey, ah! yes in green;
+  I gleam in gold, yet live in gloom,
+  And at a wedding kiss the groom.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 100px; height: 100px;" alt="" src="images/343f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  F
+
+  I am in the farmer's field,
+    I am fresh in all his fruits;
+  I'm in all his forests wide,
+    But I'm not in his pursuits.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 99px; height: 109px;" alt="" src="images/343f3.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  E
+
+  Twice told, I'm in Eternity,
+    And yet I live in time;
+  I eat and sleep in every place,
+    Yet soar in the sublime.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 90px; height: 103px;" alt="" src="images/343f4.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  D
+
+  I darken your doors and your windows,
+    And if you are deaf, dumb, or blind,
+  You may know I am always quite ready,
+    Your duds or your dainties to find.    <a name="344">{344}</a>
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 116px; height: 110px;" alt="" src="images/344f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  C
+
+  Though I live in the ocean so blue,
+    Yet I never am seen in the sea;
+  I can cast a sheet-anchor, 't is true,
+    And captains depend upon me.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 93px; height: 114px;" alt="" src="images/344f2.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  B
+
+    I grow in the bean,
+    And to beauty I lean,
+  And when buttercups bloom I am there;
+    I bend the boy's bow,
+    And the bugle I blow,
+  Till I wake the Kamtchatcadale bear.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 92px; height: 103px;" alt="" src="images/344f3.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  A
+
+  I lead out the ape, and I'm seen in the glass;
+  I hide in the grape, and I'm found in the grass.
+  I was there in the garden when Adam was made,
+  Not to help them to sin, though I stood in their shade.
+  You can not have an apple, an orange, a pear,
+  But in each and in all, I must have my full share.
+  You can not eat nor speak, nay, nor hear, without me;
+  That I'm chief among my fellows, you all must agree.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="345">{345}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+QUIRKS.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  A little word of letters five
+    That means bound fast together;
+  Transpose but two, and you will find
+    A scattering yon and hither.
+
+      UNITE--UNTIE.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  And now a word of letters four
+    Five perfect words will make,
+  If you transpose and rightly place
+    'Tis true and no mistake.
+
+    LEVI--LIVE--VILE--EVIL--VEIL.
+
+* * * * *
+
+    Now five are found,
+    With spring and bound
+  A twist or turn to take,
+    And ere we know,
+    All in a row,
+  Five other words they make.
+    The times are bad,
+    The items sad,
+  The mites must meet their fate;
+    To smite the rock
+    Emits a shock
+  That hurls us from the gate.
+
+  TIMES--ITEMS--MITES--SMITE--EMITS.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="346">{346}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+SOMEBODY'S BOY.
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  List to the ring of the midnight song!
+     'Tis somebody's boy;
+  The winds give to every wild echo a tongue.
+     Yes, somebody's boy;
+
+  The witch of the revel has waved her wand
+     Over somebody's boy;
+  And the spirit of evil has clasped the hand
+     Of somebody's boy.
+
+  Comes now a yell on the midnight air
+     From somebody's boy;
+  Reckless, defiant, and devil-may-care,
+     Is somebody's boy.
+
+  Foul is the bed, madly dark the dank cell,
+     Where somebody's boy
+  Is writhing in torture, the veriest hell,
+     Yet, somebody's boy.
+
+  Waiting and watching, a mother's eyes weep
+     For somebody's boy;
+  The vigil, dear Father, O help her to keep!
+     For somebody's boy.      <a name="347">{347}</a>
+
+  Throw round him, and over, thy Spirit to save,--
+     This somebody's boy,
+  Ere fiends for his lost soul shall hollow the grave
+     Of somebody's boy.
+
+  Fill with thy Spirit, too, our hearts we pray,
+     That somebody's boy
+  We may watch for, and snatch from the death-trodden way,
+     Yes, somebody's boy.
+</pre>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 201px; height: 276px;" alt="" src="images/347f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="348">{348}</a>
+
+<p class="title">
+THE LADDIE-AND-LASSIE BIRDS.
+</p>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 315px; height: 256px;" alt="" src="images/348f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  Come sit with me in the green-wood bower,
+    While I sing you a song of love;--
+      'Tis the song of the birds
+      In the deep, wild woods,
+   'Tis the song of the sweet ring-dove.
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "I have come to woo;"
+  And the lassie-bird, "Ah! coo, coo, coo, coo."    <a name="349">{349}</a>
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "With a hope to win,"--
+  And the lassie-bird, "Coo, coo, that is no sin."
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "Together we'll dwell,"
+  And the lassie-bird says, "In the Linden dell."
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "And build our nest,"
+  And the lassie-bird says, "In the tree to the West."
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "And raise our brood,"
+  And the lassie-bird says, "In the sweet solitude."
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "Till they're fit to fly,"
+  And the lassie-bird, "Yes, to the blue, blue sky."
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "Let us hie away;"--
+  And the lassie-bird, "Yes, and begin to-day."
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "I will take this moss,"--
+  And the lassie-bird says, "And I, this floss."
+</pre>
+
+<a name="350">{350}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 309px; height: 325px;" alt="" src="images/350f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<pre>
+  The laddie-bird says, "And we'll love so true;"
+  And the lassie-bird, "Ah, yes, coo, coo, coo."
+
+  'Tis the old-new song that the birds have sung,
+  Aye, the birds of every race,
+    Since the world was planned,
+  And came forth from the hand
+    Of the Maker, aglow with grace.
+
+  'Tis the song they will sing till time is o'er,--
+    'Tis the stream that from Paradise gushed;
+     And the music that flows
+     When the love-light glows,
+   Will never, no, never be hushed.
+</pre>
+
+<a name="351">{351}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 287px; height: 408px;" alt="" src="images/351f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+<a name="352">{352}</a>
+
+<p class="figure">
+<img style="width: 262px; height: 241px;" alt="" src="images/352f1.jpg"
+ border=1 >
+</p>
+
+[Footnote: "The great watchful I is over US through TIME and ETERNITY.]
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Mother Truth's Melodies, by Mrs. E. P. Miller
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Mother Truth's Melodies
+       Common Sense For Children
+
+Author: Mrs. E. P. Miller
+
+Release Date: February 25, 2010 [EBook #31388]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MOTHER TRUTH'S MELODIES ***
+
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+Produced by Don Kostuch
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+
+
+
+MOTHER TRUTH'S MELODIES.
+
+COMMON SENSE FOR CHILDREN.
+
+
+
+A KINDERGARTEN,
+
+BY
+
+MRS. E. P. MILLER,
+
+AUTHOR OF "A FATHER'S ADVICE; A BOOK FOR EVERY BOY." AND
+"A MOTHER'S ADVICE; A BOOK FOR EVERY GIRL."
+
+
+
+450 ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+
+NEW AND ENLARGED EDITION.
+
+
+
+CHICAGO:
+
+CRAM STANDARD BOOK CO.,
+
+BOSTON, MASS., J. Q. ADAMS & Co
+
+1896.
+
+
+
+COPYRIGHTED 1887, BY
+STANDARD PUBLISHING COMPANY.
+
+COPYRIGHTED BY
+STANDARD COLUMBIAN COMPANY,
+1891, 1892.
+
+COPYRIGHTED BY
+CRAM STANDARD BOOK COMPANY
+1894
+
+
+COPYRIGHTED BY
+GEORGE F. CRAM,
+1895
+
+
+{5}
+
+
+  To all who love the Children,
+    This book, INSCRIBED, I bring,--
+  Thus reaching forth to draw you
+    Within my charmed ring,
+  Where seeds and germs we'll nurture
+    In babies, children, youth,
+  Till every plant shall blossom,
+    And bear the fruits of TRUTH.
+
+
+{6}
+
+INTRODUCTION.
+
+  Since little ones are _geese_ no more,
+    But _knowing_ have become,
+  It ill beseems that "Mother Goose"
+    Should dwell in every home.
+  So "Mother Truth" in "Melodies"
+    For Babes, here lifts her voice,
+  Assured that parents, children, all,
+    Will welcome and rejoice.
+
+
+{7}
+
+NOTE.
+
+
+Let no one suppose that the Author of these "Melodies" considers them
+poetry. They are simply rhymes, the jingle of which may be music in
+the children's ears, and the illustrations a delight to eager eyes.
+The Truths presented, even if not fully understood at first, will
+leave their impress, and in so far as they fill the little minds, will
+keep out falsehood and false ideas.
+
+The putting of facts in such form as to attract the attention of the
+little ones, and be readily fixed in their memory, was first suggested
+to the writer of these rhymes by a valued friend, the well known
+philanthropist, MRS. ELIZABETH THOMPSON, and her interest in the
+"Melodies" is such that she has generously assisted in procuring
+illustrations for the same.
+
+Thus "Mother Truth's Melodies" are introduced with the hope that this
+effort to entertain children with rhyming reason will meet with the
+approval of every lover of the young, and of Truth.
+
+{8}
+
+Poetry is the language of the imagination, while "facts are stubborn
+things," and, in the mass, refuse utterly to be poetized. Yet, even
+facts may be presented pleasingly and melodiously, and in such way
+that they will be easily impressed upon the minds of children. This
+the author of "Mother Truth's Melodies" sought to do, when the little
+book was first given to the public.
+
+Now, however, in the revising and enlarging of the book, she has given
+wider play to the imagination, has enlarged the range of subjects, has
+embodied lessons for children of older growth, and feels that
+altogether, it will meet more fully the demands which its already
+large sales warrant her in believing to exist.
+
+She can ask no more favorable reception than was first met; but,
+hoping for a continuance of the same, she trusts that as it becomes
+more widely distributed, its truths and teachings will be impressed
+upon household after household, till throughout the land, the little
+ones, and larger, too, shall be influenced thereby.
+
+MRS. E. P. M.
+
+
+{9}
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+WHY FLY AWAY, MOTHER GOOSE,           13
+
+TOSS THE BABY,                        14
+
+PAT-A-CAKE, PAT-A-CAKE,               15
+
+HEY, MY KITTEN, MY KITTEN,            16
+
+WINKUM, WINKUM,                       17
+
+BABY'S BELL,                          18
+
+WILLY-NILLY,                          19
+
+BABY'S RECORD,                        20
+
+SLEEP, LITTLE SWEETEY,                22
+
+NEVER TELL A FIB,                     23
+
+HUMPTY-DUMPTY,                        24
+
+HUSH-A-BYE,                           26
+
+DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH,                  30
+
+BYE-BABY-BUNTING,                     31
+
+TO BED WITH THE CHICKENS,             32
+
+DIVE ME SUDAR,                        33
+
+TAUSE I'M TROSS,                      34
+
+THE NEW BOOK                          36
+
+WHISKUM, WHISKUM,                     37
+
+THE JACK-HORSE,                       38
+
+HI-DIDDLE DIDDLE,                     39
+
+THE RAIN,                             40
+
+FEED THE BIRDIES,                     41
+
+ROCK-A-BYE,                           42
+
+THE SNOWBALL,                         49
+
+LITTLE BO-PEEP,                       50
+
+THE TEA PARTY,                        51
+
+TELL IT AGAIN, MOTHER,                52
+
+LITTLE JACK HORNER,                   54
+
+LITTLE BOY BLUE,                      55
+
+MISS VELVET PAWS,                     56
+
+{10}
+
+POLLY HOPKINS,                        57
+
+A, B, C,                              58
+
+C-A-T SPELLS CAT,                     64
+
+THE KITTEN,                           67
+
+DOLLY DIMPLE,                         70
+
+IF YOU PLEASE,                        75
+
+THE POOR LITTLE CHICK-A-DEES,         76
+
+HEIGH-HO, DAISIES AND BUTTERCUPS,     80
+
+THE PONY,                             81
+
+BABY'S RECKONING,                     86
+
+TWO LITTLE PINK SHOES,                88
+
+BABY PEARL,                           90
+
+MY VALENTINE,                         91
+
+FEE-FI-FO-FUM,                        92
+
+THE OXEN,                            100
+
+THE BROKEN PITCHER,                  104
+
+THE ELEPHANTS,                       105
+
+THE WIND, THE FOG,
+  THE RAIN, THE SNOW,                106
+
+TRUTH,                               110
+
+HI DIDDLE, HO-DIDDLE,                112
+
+WHAT IS THE AXIS,                    116
+
+HEAT AND COLD,                       119
+
+HARLEY'S DREAM,                      120
+
+OUR LANGUAGE KEY,                    123
+
+THE SPEECH FAMILY,                   124
+
+NUMBER AND GENDER,                   126
+
+ONE LITTLE CHICKEN,                  127
+
+LETTERS,                             128
+
+WORDS,                               129
+
+A SMILE,                             131
+
+TWINKLE, TWINKLE,                    132
+
+OLD SOL IN A JINGLE,                 134
+
+"ROBERT OF LINCOLN,"                 137
+
+LIMPY-DIMPY-DINGLE,                  138
+
+CASTLE WONDERFUL,                    140
+
+THE RATTLE OF THE BONES              148
+
+{11}
+
+WHOLLY HOLE-Y,                       153
+
+THE BREATH O' LIFE,                  156
+
+THREE LITTLE GIRLS,                  157
+
+TEMPERANCE CHILD,                    158
+
+LISTEN, CHILDREN,                    159
+
+TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK,                160
+
+CURIOUS TREES; THE COW TREE,
+  THE SUGAR-PINE, THE BUTTER-TREE,
+  THE BREAD-FRUIT TREE,
+  THE CLOVE-TREE,                    161
+
+THE TREE VILLAGE,                    166
+
+NO EYES,                             168
+
+THE MAMMOTH CAVE,                    170
+
+THE CAMELS,                          172
+
+KEY NOTES,                           177
+
+THE BEARS,                           178
+
+THE BEAR, A BLESSING,                181
+
+FRUITS,                              183
+
+THE RACCOON,                         184
+
+THE BANK SWALLOWS,                   190
+
+THE MOCKING BIRD,                    194
+
+THE BUSY BEES,                       196
+
+HONEY-SWEET,                         205
+
+WHAT THEY SAY,                       208
+
+BRITAIN'S RULERS,                    215
+
+OUR LAND,                            218
+
+SIGNS OF THE ZODIAC,                 220
+
+GRAPHO,                              223
+
+THE STOP FAMILY,                     226
+
+LITTLE MISCHIEF,                     229
+
+GRANDMA'S CANARY,                    233
+
+BABY'S FAITH,                        236
+
+THE MEADOW QUAILS,                   238
+
+THE LITTLE HOUSEWIFE,                240
+
+MOTHER-LOVE,                         242
+
+IT SNOWS! IT SNOWS!                  244
+
+AN OLD SAW,                          247
+
+{12}
+
+THE DANDELION BLOSSOM,               248
+
+SUNSHINE,                            250
+
+OUR ETHEL,                           250
+
+LITTLE GIRL'S LETTER TO GOD,         254
+
+GRANDMA'S LESSONS,                   258
+
+MY LITTLE FOUR YEAR OLD,             260
+
+HANDSOME DICK,                       261
+
+BESSIE'S KISSES,                     266
+
+THE DINNER POT,                      267
+
+NANNY'S PLAY,                        268
+
+NANNY'S LESSON,                      272
+
+NANNY'S RIDE,                        276
+
+THE RACE,                            283
+
+OUR KENNETH,                         284
+
+MY TEN YEAR'S OLD,                   287
+
+DARE TO SAY NO,                      288
+
+ASK MOTHER; TELL MOTHER,             291
+
+DON'T TELL A LIE,                    292
+
+LITTLE MOSES,                        294
+
+THE CHILDREN'S RAILROAD,             298
+
+THE PHOEBE'S NEST IN
+  THE OLD WELL WHEEL,                304
+
+MABEL'S SNOW-FEATHERS                306
+
+FOREST TREES,                        310
+
+CHILDHOOD FANCIES,                   312
+
+LIZZIE AND THE ANGELS,               317
+
+CHILD MEMORIES,                      324
+
+NELLY AND NED,                       326
+
+THE CLAMBERERS,                      329
+
+THE NEW WHITE JATTET,                330
+
+REMEMBER THE POOR,                   331
+
+THE LITTLE STREET SWEEPER,           332
+
+THE HERE, THERE AND
+  EVERYWHERE FAMILY,                 338
+
+QUIRKS,                              345
+
+SOMEBODY'S BOY,                      346
+
+THE LADDIE-AND LASSIE BIRDS,         348
+
+THE GREAT WATCH FULL I,              352
+
+
+{13}
+
+
+MOTHER TRUTH'S MELODIES.
+
+
+
+_WHY FLY AWAY, MOTHER GOOSE?_
+
+
+  "MOTHER GOOSE, Mother Goose,
+    Why fly away?"
+  "Because Mother Truth is
+    A-coming to-day.
+  She'll tell you funny things,
+    But they'll be true;
+  She'll bring you pictures
+    So charming and new;
+      She'll sing you Melodies, helping to show
+      How, to true women and men, you may grow."
+
+
+{14}
+
+
+_TOSS THE BABY_.
+
+
+  Toss the baby high in air;
+  Catch him though, with special care
+  Lest his little back be strained,
+  Lest his little joints be sprained,
+  Lest his bones be bent or broken;
+
+  Lest through life he bear some token
+  Of a careless toss or fall,
+  That for sympathy shall call,
+  And that must forever be
+  Painful to our memory.
+
+
+{15}
+
+
+_PAT-A-CAKE, PAT-A-CAKE_.
+
+
+  Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
+    Mamma's boy,
+  Laughing and crowing,
+    And jumping with joy;
+  Roll it, and pick it and mark it with B,
+    And toss in the oven for Baby and me.
+
+  Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
+    Papa's girl,
+  Springing in baby-glee,
+    Shaking her curl;
+  Roll it and pick it and mark it with G,
+    And toss in the oven for Girly and me.
+
+{16}
+
+
+_HEY, MY KITTEN, MY KITTEN_.
+
+
+    Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
+    Hey, my kitten, my deary;
+  If Mamma should feed him too often,
+    He never could be so cheery.
+    Here we go up, up, up.
+  And here we go down, down, down-y.
+  If we never feed baby too much,
+    He never will give us a frown-y.
+
+    Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
+    Hey, my kitten, my deary;
+  We'll put him to bed with the birdies,
+    And that will make him so cheery!
+    Here we go up, up, up,
+  And here we go down, down, down-y;
+  If we give him nothing but smiles,
+    He will give us never a frown-y.
+
+{17}
+
+_WINKUM, WINKUM_.
+
+
+  Winkum, winkum, shut your eye,
+  Sweet, my baby, lullaby;
+  For the dew is falling soft,
+  Lights are flickering up aloft,
+  And the head-light's peeping over
+  Yonder hill-top capped with clover;
+  Chickens long have gone to rest,
+  Birds lie snug within their nest,
+  And my birdie soon will be
+  Sleeping with the chick-a-dee,
+  For with only half a try,
+  Winkum, winkum, shuts her eye.
+
+
+{18}
+
+
+_BABY'S BELL_.
+
+
+  Jingle! jingle! baby's bell;
+  What a tale its tongue might tell.
+  Could it speak it sure would say,
+  "When the baby's tired with play,
+  And is getting cross, don't try
+  To jingle bells, but hush-a-bye;
+  All so still, now crooning low,
+  Lull-a-bye, bye-o, bye-o,--
+  Quiet down his quaking nerves,
+  Soothe him as his state deserves;--
+  Passing hand from head to feet,
+  Sl-o-w-l-y, softly, loving, sweet,
+  As to smooth the feathers down,
+  Rumpled, from your birdling's crown;--   {19}
+  See, he sleeps, and in his dream
+  Yours may hand of angel seem,
+  Raveling out the tangled ills,
+  Knitting up with restful thrills."
+
+
+
+_WILLY-NILLY_.
+
+  Willy-Nilly, birdy sings,
+    For he's running over
+  With the music that he flings
+    To his sweet bird-lover;--
+  Willy-nilly, baby laughs,
+   Gay and glad and gleeful;
+  Brimming over high with health,
+    She is always playful.
+
+
+{20}
+
+
+_BABY'S RECORD_.
+
+
+  New-born baby, soft and pink,
+  Of the two worlds on the brink.
+
+  One month old,--eat and sleep;
+  Precious little human heap.
+
+  Two months old,--tear and smile;
+  Fists in mouth and eyes the while.
+
+  Three months old,--"goo-a-goo,"
+  Windows wide where soul looks through.
+
+  Four months old,--finds his toes,
+  Tries to fix them on his nose.
+
+{21}
+
+  Five months old,--first wee pearl;
+  All the household in a whirl.
+
+  Six months old,--sits alone;
+  Wishes swaddling clothes were gone.
+
+  Seven months old,--creep and crawl,
+  Wonder-eyed, a charm to all.
+
+  Eight months old,--confiscate
+  Pussy's tail and papa's pate.
+
+  Nine months old,--roguish eyes
+  Deepening daily; wilful, wise.
+
+  Ten months old,--witching ways
+  Wind us in; the baby pays!
+
+  Eleven months old,--finger-tip
+  Guides the elfin on his trip.
+
+  Year old,--lots of mischief done;
+  Walking, talking, just for fun.
+
+
+{22}
+
+
+_SLEEP, LITTLE SWEETEY_.
+
+
+  Sleep now, my sweetey,
+  Dear one, and pretty!
+  Weary with playing,
+  Weary with straying,
+  Stop little thinkers,
+  Shut little winkers;
+  Sleep, little sweetey,
+  Precious and pretty.
+
+  Sleep now, my sweetey,
+  Dear One, and pretty!
+  Stop little thinkers,
+  Shut little winkers,
+  Angels a-watching
+  Sleep-doors unlatching;
+  Slip in, my sweetey,
+  Precious and pretty!
+
+  Sleeping, my sweetey,
+  Dear one, and pretty!
+  Stopped, little thinkers,
+  Shut, little winkers,
+  Angels a-watching,
+  Sleep-doors are latching;
+  Slipped in, my sweetey,
+  Precious and pretty!
+
+
+{23}
+
+
+_NEVER TELL A FIB_.
+
+
+  If mamma says she'll punish,
+    She must do it, or she tells
+  A fib, as Sister Annie
+    Told "a story" 'bout the bells;
+  And if mamma tells a fib,
+    Then surely children will,
+  And what a fearful thing,
+    Our home with fibs to fill!
+
+
+{24}
+
+
+_HUMPTY--DUMPTY_.
+
+
+    Humpty-Dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
+  Baby is crying, why doesn't he stop?
+  What does he cry for? his clothing is tight;
+  No wonder such things make baby a fright.
+
+    Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
+  Baby was crying, but now he will stop;
+  What did he cry for? his clothing was wet;
+  No wonder such things should make babies fret.
+
+    Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
+  Baby is crying, oh, when will he stop?
+  What does he cry for? his feet are a-cold;
+  No wonder such things should make baby scold.
+
+{25}
+
+    Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
+  Baby is crying, but soon he will stop;
+  What does he cry for? he had too much food;
+  No baby in this way can ever be good.
+
+    Humpty-dumpty, hip-o'-to-hop,
+  Baby is laughing and scarcely will stop;
+  What does he laugh for? Oh, when he feels well,
+  He always is happy,--'tis thus we can tell.
+
+
+{26}
+
+_HUSH-A-BYE_.
+
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    On Grandmother's lap;
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    And take a nice nap;
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    What is it you say?
+  Your "teeth are a-coming,"
+  You're "ten months to-day;"
+  Well, babies must cry,
+  And Grandmothers must try
+  To comfort and hush them, but never forget
+    The little gums ache,
+    And little nerves quake,
+  Till little lips quiver, and babies must fret.
+
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll cool his hot gums,
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    With tiny ice-crumbs;
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll rub hard and long
+  With icy-cold finger,--
+    See him list to my song!
+
+{27}
+
+  Ah, babies are sweet
+  If their wants we but meet,
+  So why should we blame them when fretful and cross?
+    Let us find what is wrong,
+    And remove it ere long,
+  And we'll see that time thus spent is never a loss.
+
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    What more can we do
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    That will comfort you?
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll lay you down flat,
+  On your stomach, dear baby,
+    On Grandmother's lap.
+
+{28}
+
+    Nor trot you a mite,
+    No matter how slight,
+  But, sure that your clothing is all dry and neat,
+    We'll loosen each band,
+    And with soft and warm hand,
+  Gently rub you all over from head to your feet.
+
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    We will not forget,
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    That hands may be wet,
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    And soothe you sometimes,
+  When dry hands won't do it,
+    Hush, list to my rhymes!
+
+{29}
+
+    And now we'll not nurse
+    Till the nursing's a curse;
+  Nor dose you, nor drug you, nor feed with sweet-meats;
+    Nor to soothe, will we try,
+    With old "Dame Winslow" by,
+  For our hopes for the babies, she ever defeats.
+
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll quiet his nerves,
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    The truth it deserves--
+  Hush-a-bye, baby--
+    Even here to be known:
+  We will _quiet his nerves_
+    By _just calming our own!_
+  And our baby will feel
+    The sweet hush o'er him steal,
+  That brings with it soothing and comfort and rest;
+  And to slumber so soft,
+  His spirit we'll waft,
+  And then lay him away in his own baby nest.
+
+
+
+{30}
+
+_DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH_.
+
+
+  Dear Mamma, I've been laughing
+    For Uncle Ben and Pa,
+  And then for sister Lizzie
+    I talked "ar-g o-o" and "gar;"
+  And then a "little story"
+    For Dick and Cousin Jane,--
+  And now you, Mamma, want me
+    To laugh and talk again.
+
+  I'd like to do it,
+    Mamma, but if I even try,
+  I am so weary with it,
+    I'm sure I'd only cry!
+  Don't let them try, dear Mamma,
+    to make me laugh and crow,
+  I'll do it when I'm able,
+    for babies always do.
+
+
+{31}
+
+_BYE-BABY-BUNTING_.
+
+
+  BYE-BABY-BUNTING,
+  The Indians live by hunting,
+  And bring home many a beaver-skin
+  To wrap the little pappoose in.
+  And mother-squaw the baby'll tie
+  Fast on a board, and swinging high,
+  Will hang it up among the trees
+  To rock-a-bye with every breeze;
+  But our dear baby, snug and warm,
+  Shall rock-a-bye on mother's arm.
+
+
+{32}
+
+
+_TO BED WITH THE CHICKENS_.
+
+
+  Oh, put me in my bed, Mamma,
+    When chickens go to rest,
+  For I'm your little chick-a-dee,
+    So put me in my nest.
+
+  Yes, when the birds forget to sing,
+    And lambs forget to play,
+  You'll put your birdy in his nest,
+    Your lamb you'll fold away.
+
+
+{33}
+
+
+_DIVE ME SUDAR_.
+
+
+  Papa, when you dive me tandy,
+    Dive me only white,--
+  'Tause there's poison in the tolored,
+    Which my health will blight;
+  But you better dive me sudar,
+    Let the tandy be,--
+  'Tause I shall not want so much,
+    And that is best for me.
+
+
+{34}
+
+_'TAUSE I'M TROSS_
+
+
+  Mamma, 'tause I'm tross don't whip me;
+    I tan't help it, not a bit!
+  'Tis the tandy hurts my stomat,
+    And that mates me whine and fret.
+  Sometimes, too, I'm whipped for trossness
+    When the trossness tomes from meat;      {35}
+  Thint how tiders drowl and drumble,
+    And then dive me food to eat
+  That will mate me well and happy,--
+    Wheat and oat-meal, rice and truit,
+  These will mate me dood and gentle,
+    'Stead of mating me a brute.
+
+
+{36}
+
+
+THE NEW BOOK.
+
+
+  COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO,
+  A picture-book for you,--
+  Keep it nice, and in a trice
+  Sing Cock-a-doodle-doo.
+
+
+{37}
+
+WHISKUM, WHISKUM.
+
+
+  Whiskum, whiskum, over the house,
+  Scud the cloudlets, still as a mouse;
+  Whiskum, whiskum, by-and-by
+  They'll pour rain-drops from the sky.
+
+
+{38}
+
+_THE JACK-HORSE_.
+
+
+  We will ride our Jack-horse
+  All the meadows across;
+    Oh no, do not whip him,
+    But feed him, my dear!
+  A handful of grass
+  In his mouth as we pass,
+    Will make him trot gaily,
+    And give us good cheer!
+
+
+
+{39}
+
+
+_HI-DIDDLE-DIDDLE_.
+
+
+    HI-DIDDLE-DIDDLE
+  Mother duck's in the middle,
+  Her baby-ducks swimming around;
+    With bills like a ladle,
+    And feet like a paddle,
+  No danger that they will be drowned
+
+
+
+{40}
+
+
+_THE RAIN_.
+
+
+    Come, rain, come,
+    That the water may run,
+  That the meadow grass may grow;
+    That the fruit and grain
+    O'er hill and plain,
+  May greet us as we go.
+
+    Come, rain, come,
+    That the water may run,
+  That the mill may make our meal;--
+    'Twill grind our wheat,
+    And corn so sweet,
+  When it turns the old mill-wheel.
+
+
+
+{41}
+
+
+_FEED THE BIRDIES_.
+
+
+  Feed the birdies, darling,
+    When the snow is here,
+  When there are no berries
+    On the bushes, dear;--
+  Scatter food out for them,
+    And they'll quickly come,
+  Hopping, singing, chirping
+    "Thank you for the crumb."
+
+
+{42}
+
+
+_ROCK-A-BYE_.
+
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Don't tremble with fear,
+  For that tends to make
+    His slight illness severe.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill.
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby.
+    Don't coax him to nurse,
+  For urging to eat
+    Only makes matters worse.
+
+{43}
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    No company 'round,
+  Not even the dear ones,
+    To make a loud sound.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+   Don't rattle the papers
+  Nor whisper around,
+    Little nerves cut such capers.
+
+{44}
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Whatever is wrong,
+  Attend to his bowels,
+    Neglected too long,
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    If he is too hot,
+  Undress him and bathe him;
+    But, ah! he is not.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    There is cough with unrest,
+  So we'll wring out hot flannels,
+    And cover his chest,
+
+
+{45}
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    He's perspiring, to pour!
+  We will keep up this treatment
+    A full hour more.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Now dry him off neat,
+  And wrap him up warm,
+    And to-morrow, repeat.
+
+{46}
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    'Tis not in his chest?
+  Then place the hot flannels
+    Where he feels the unrest.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill,
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    He is moaning with pain,
+  And rolling his head,
+    And we pet him in vain.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We will wring out from ice,
+  Linen cloths for his head,
+    All so cooling and nice.
+
+{47}
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    If cold don't relieve,
+  Use hot and then cold,
+    And then hot, you perceive.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling is ill;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll soon have him well;--
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    We'll see that his feet
+  Are kept warm all the time,
+    And his clothes dry and neat.
+
+{48}
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    Our darling was ill
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    But now he is well;
+  Rock-a-bye, baby,
+    No drugs, not a dose!
+  Yet he's over it finely,
+    Just hear how he crows
+
+
+{49}
+
+_THE SNOWBALL_.
+
+
+  Have ever you seen how a wee bit of snow,
+  To a big bouncing ball, just by rolling, will grow?
+  'Tis thus our wee sins, children, let to roll on,
+  Will grow big, bigger, biggest, till Satan has won.
+
+
+{50}
+
+
+_LITTLE BO-PEEP_.
+
+
+  Co' Nan, co' Nan, says little Bo-peep,
+  Co' Nan, co' Nan, up come the sheep;
+  They jump the ditch and scale the wall,
+  Where one sheep goes, they follow, all.
+
+  Co' dea', co' dea', says little Bo-peep,
+  Co' dea', co' dea', I'll shear my sheep;
+  Their wool so fine will make my coat,
+  My blankets and my hose to boot.
+
+
+{51}
+
+
+_THE TEA-PARTY_.
+
+
+  Ah! little ones, I'm sure there's not
+  A drop of tea in your weeny pot.
+  For water bright and milk so pure,
+  Alone will bring you health, be sure;
+  And health is beauty, health is cheer,
+  Health is happiness so dear.
+
+
+{52}
+
+
+_TELL IT AGAIN, MOTHER_.
+
+
+    "Tell it again, Mother,
+    Tell it again,"--
+  No matter what story she told
+    We children, would cry,
+    In the days gone by.
+  Before our years were old.
+
+    "Tell it again, Mother,
+    Tell it again,"--
+  No matter how weary and worn.
+    For we children knew naught
+    Of the care we brought,
+  Before our sense was born.
+
+{53}
+
+    "Tell it again, Mother,
+    Tell it again,"--
+  And she, patient, and kind, and wise,
+    The tale would repeat,
+    Or the song so sweet,
+  And 'twas ever a glad surprise.
+
+    "Tell it again, Mother,
+    Tell it again,"--
+  Ah! you children, when children no more,
+    Will go back to the days
+    Of sweet babyhood lays,
+  And Mother's sage sayings con o'er.
+
+
+{54}
+
+
+_LITTLE JACK HORNER_.
+
+
+    LITTLE JACK HORNER
+    Sat in the corner,
+  Eating a morsel of nice brown bread;
+    "Have some pie, or some cake?"
+    "Nay, not I," with a shake
+  And a toss of his wise little head.
+    "For this bread will make bone,
+    And white teeth like a stone,
+  That will neither grow soft nor decay;
+    But rich cake and rich pie
+    Sure will break, bye and bye,
+  My good health, and that never will pay."
+
+
+{55}
+
+
+_LITTLE BOY BLUE_.
+
+
+  "Little Boy Blue, may I go with you now?"
+  "Yes, down to the pasture to drive up the cow."
+
+  "Little boy blue, what then may I have?"
+  A nice cup of milk as ever cow gave.
+
+  "Little boy blue, the milk must be set;"
+  "Yes, for 'tis thus the nice cream we shall get."
+
+  "Little boy blue, what will we do then?"
+  "We'll skim it and dash it, with 'churn, butter, churn.'"
+
+  "Little boy blue, what else can we make?"
+  "O, cheese, tempting cheese, and the dainty cheese cake."
+
+  "Little boy blue, is there anything more?"
+  "O, yes, puddings, custards and dainties, a store."
+
+  "Little boy blue, shall we eat of all these?"
+  "Simple food is far better for us, if you please."
+
+
+{56}
+
+
+_MISS VELVET-PAWS_.
+
+
+  Little Miss Velvet-paws,
+  Raveling out her yarn,
+  Catches mice, in a trice,
+  In everybody's barn.
+
+  Look out for velvet paws,
+  Do not trust them far,
+  For velvet paws cover claws
+  That will leave a scar.
+
+
+{57}
+
+
+_POLLY HOPKINS_.
+
+
+  Now little Polly Hopkins
+  Must surely know great A,
+  And B, and C, and D, and E,
+    F, G, H, I, J, K;
+  And L, and M, and N, and O,
+  And P, and Q, R, S,
+  And T, U, V, and W, X,
+    And Y, & Z, I guess.
+
+
+{58}
+
+
+_A, B, C_.
+
+
+
+  A Stands for Alligator,
+
+  B Stands for Ball,
+
+  C Stands for Cat in a cream-pot,
+
+  D Stands for Doll.
+
+{59}
+
+  E Stands for East, or Ellen.
+
+  F Stands for Fay,
+
+  G Stands for Goat, a
+  Pen in,
+
+  H Stands for Hay,
+
+  I Stands for Indigestion,
+
+{60}
+
+  J Stands for Jar,
+
+  K Stands for King, or Keepsake,
+
+  L Stands for La,
+
+  M Stands for Man, or Thousand,
+
+  N Stands for Nail,
+
+{61}
+
+  O Stands for Oaken bucket,
+
+  P Stands for Pail,
+
+  Q Stands for Queen, or Question.
+
+  R Stands for Rose,
+
+  S  Stands for Christmas Stocking,
+
+{62}
+
+  T Stands for Toes,
+
+  U Stands for Urn, or Ulster,
+
+  V Stands for Vane,
+
+  W Stands for West, or Winter.
+
+{63}
+
+  X Stands for Ten.
+
+  Y Stands for Yoke,
+  (with Oxen).
+
+  Z Stands for Zero.
+
+
+  & when you've learned your LETTERS,
+  You'll be a Hero.
+
+
+{64}
+
+
+  C-A-T spells CAT,
+    That brought the kittens here;
+
+  D-O-G spells DOG,
+    That does, the puppies, rear.
+
+  C-O-W, Cow,
+    The mother of the calf;
+
+  O-X spells the Ox,
+    That's bigger, yes, by half.
+
+{65}
+
+  B-O-Y spells BOY,
+    That's little brother Lou;
+
+  G-I-R-L, GIRL,
+    And that is sister Sue.
+
+  B-I-R-D, BIRD,
+    Just hear canary sing;
+
+  G-O-L-D, GOLD,
+    That makes a handsome ring
+
+  B-O-O-K, BOOK,
+    In which we learn to read;
+
+  C-O-O-K, COOK,
+    Supplies the food we need.
+
+
+{66}
+
+
+  S-E-E-D, SEED,
+    From which we raise the plant;
+
+  S-I-N-G, SING,
+    Just hear the children chant.
+
+  B-A, BA, B-Y, BY,
+    And that spells BABY, love;
+
+  L-A, LA, D-Y, DY,
+    And that spells LADY, dove.
+
+  M-A, MA, R-Y, RY,
+    And that spells MARY, child,
+
+  E-D, ED, D-Y, DY,
+    That's EDDY, sweet and mild.
+
+
+{67}
+
+
+_THE KITTEN_.
+
+
+
+  ONE, two, (1, 2,)
+    Here's a kitten for you;
+
+  THREE, four, (3, 4,)
+    She will open the door,
+
+  FIVE, six, (5, 6,)
+    And your cream she will mix,--
+
+{68}
+
+  SEVEN, eight, (7, 8,)
+    If you are too late,
+
+  NINE, ten, (9, 10,)
+    To cover the pan;
+
+  ELEVEN, twelve, (11, 12,)
+    And then you must delve,--
+
+  THIRTEEN, fourteen, (13, 14,)
+    To cover her sporting;
+
+  FIFTEEN, Sixteen, (15, 16,)
+    But while you are fixing,---
+
+{69}
+
+  SEVENTEEN, eighteen, (17, 18,)
+    Remember I'm waiting,
+
+  NINETEEN, twenty, (19, 20,)
+    For butter a plenty.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+
+  To those who serve you, children, all,
+    Be gentle and polite,--
+  For thus are gentle-women known,
+    Or gentle-men, at sight.
+
+
+{70}
+
+
+_DOLLY DIMPLE_.
+
+
+  DOLLY DIMPLE, just for fun,
+  Stands to show us she is ONE.
+
+  Dolly and her sister Sue
+  Show that ONE and ONE make Two.
+
+{71}
+
+  Dolly, Sue, and Nanny Lee,
+  Show that ONE with TWO make THREE.
+
+  Doll, Sue, Nan, and little Noah,
+  Show that ONE with THREE make FOUR
+
+{72}
+
+  Doll, Sue, Nan, Noah, and Ben Brive
+  Show that ONE with FOUR make FIVE.
+
+  Now all these with Jenny Hicks
+  Show that ONE with FIVE make SIX.
+
+{73}
+
+  One more, Ned, a baby, even,
+  Shows that ONE with SIX make SEVEN.
+
+  With these girls and boys, put Kate,
+  And the ONE with SEVEN make EIGHT.
+
+{74}
+
+  All these eight, with Adaline
+  Show that ONE with EIGHT make NINE.
+
+  Now with these put Dick, and then
+  You'll see that ONE with NINE make TEN.
+
+
+{75}
+
+
+_IF YOU PLEASE_.
+
+
+  I hope my children never will
+    Say, "Give me" this or that,--
+  But, "If you please," I'd like a bun,
+    Or, "Thank you" for a pat.
+
+
+{76}
+
+
+_THE POOR LITTLE CHICK-A-DEES_.
+
+
+  TEN little chick-a-dees clinging to a vine,--
+  A speckled snake charmed _one_, then there were but NINE.
+
+  NINE little chick-a-dees,--one without a mate,--
+  A Sparrow-hawk caught _one_, then there were but EIGHT.
+
+{77}
+
+  EIGHT little chick-a dees, by a 'possum driven,--
+  He caught _one_ and slaughtered it, then there were but SEVEN.
+
+  SEVEN little chick-a-dees hopping round the ricks,--
+  A Weasel came and captured _one_, then there were but six.
+
+  SIX little chick-a-dees watching Rover dive,--
+  He sprang ashore and seized _one_, then there were but FIVE.
+
+{78}
+
+  FIVE little chick-a-dees pecking at the door,
+  Kitty-cat caught _one_, then there were but FOUR.
+
+  FOUR little chick-a-dees full of birdy glee,
+  _One_ was tangled in a net, then there were but THREE.
+
+  THREE little chick-a-dees dabbling in the dew,
+  A stone fell and crushed _one_, then there were but TWO.
+
+{79}
+
+  TWO little chick-a-dees peeping just for fun,
+  A hungry Kite caught _one_, then there was but ONE.
+
+  ONE little chick-a-dee, mourning all alone,
+  Flew away to find a mate, and then there was NONE,
+
+
+{80}
+
+
+_HEIGH-HO, DAISIES AND BUTTER-CUPS_.
+
+
+  HEIGH-HO, daisies and butter-cups
+  Grow in the meadows for children to gather;
+  But cattle will shun them,
+  And farmers will burn them,
+  Because in their fields they are only a bother.
+
+  Heigh-ho, red-top and clover-bloom,
+  Filling the air with their sweetness and beauty,
+  Will yield without measure,
+  Their wealth of rich treasure,
+  Rewarding the farmer for doing his duty.
+
+
+{81}
+
+
+_THE PONY_.
+
+
+  Once 2 is 2,
+    Here's a pony for you;
+
+  Two 2s are 4,
+    But be careful the more,--
+
+  THREE 2s are 6,
+    For perhaps pony kicks;
+
+  FOUR 2s are 8,
+    And if so we must wait,
+
+{82}
+
+  FIVE 2s are 10,
+    Till he's trained by the men;--
+
+  Six 2s are 12,
+    Before trusting ourselves,
+
+{83}
+
+  SEVEN 2s are 14,
+    To ride him out sporting;
+
+  EIGHT 2s are 16,
+    But we can be fixing
+
+  NINE 2s are 18,
+    His food while we're waiting;
+
+  TEN 2s are 20,
+    Oh, yes, give him plenty,--
+
+  ELEVEN 2s are 22,
+    For then he will be gentle to--
+
+{84}
+
+  TWELVE 2s are 24,
+    Us who feed and pet him more.
+
+{85}
+
+{86}
+
+_BABY'S RECKONING_.
+
+
+  One little head, Ah! but what does it hold?
+  No matter,--it's worth its whole weight in pure gold.
+
+  Two big brown eyes, soft with Heaven's own dew;
+  No diamonds so precious, so sparkling, so true.
+
+{87}
+
+  Three cunning dimples, one deep in her chin,
+  And one in each cheek--Ah! they're just twin and twin.
+
+  Four little fingers to clutch mamma's hair,
+  But sweeter than honeycomb, even when there.
+
+  Five, we may call it, with little Tom Thumb,
+  And that fist in her mouth is as sweet as a plum.
+
+  Six wonderful pearls her bright coral lips hide,
+  And the Kohinoor's nothing these pure pearls beside.
+
+  Seven brown wavelets are ever in motion,
+  And silken floss to them is naught, to our notion.
+
+  Eight little giggles run over with glee--
+  And more if you call them, so merry is she.
+
+  Nine songs, (they're Greek tho' to all but mamma),
+  Make us think she is destined, an Opera Star.
+
+  Ten toddling steps, but to us full of grace,
+  For our babe in our hearts ever holds the first place.
+
+
+{88}
+
+
+_TWO LITTLE PINK SHOES_.
+
+
+  Two little pink shoes standing by the head
+  Of our Nanny sleeping in the trundle-bed;
+
+  On the little table, waiting for the morn,
+  Two little pink shoes, our Nanny to adorn.
+
+{89}
+
+  Two little bright eyes, peeping open wide,
+  Spied the little table, and the pink shoes spied.
+
+  Two little fat hands climbing up to catch;
+  Two little fat feet following to match.
+
+  Two little fat arms hug them to her breast;
+  Two little fat legs run to show the rest.
+
+  Never more a treasure can our Nancy choose,
+  That will give such pleasure as these two pink shoes.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  In your work or your play,
+    When you read, talk, or write,
+  Sit always, my child,
+    With your back to the light,
+
+
+{90}
+
+
+_BABY PEARL_.
+
+
+  Now listen while I tell you, child,
+    That I am quite a grown-up girl,
+  For I can read, and spell my name,
+    While you,--why, you're just Baby Pearl.
+
+  I help mamma to "house-keep," too,
+    Although she says I make a whirl!
+  But I can wipe the forks and spoons,
+    While you, Ah, you're just Baby Pearl.
+
+  And then I dress myself, you see,
+    And comb my hair when not in curl,
+  And I can make my dolly's clothes,
+    While you, you're only Baby Pearl.
+
+{91}
+
+  Tis true, mamma says I must be
+    "A very pattern little girl,"
+  Just all for you, and I shall try
+    Because, because, you're Baby Pearl.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+_MY VALENTINE_.
+
+
+    Dearest little lover mine,
+    Sweetest, pertest valentine;
+  "Desht I'm two years old," he says,--
+  Blessings on his pretty ways,--
+    "'Tan't I be your valentine?"
+    Yes forever, lover mine,
+    Shalt thou be my valentine.
+
+
+{92}
+
+
+_FEE-FI-FO-FUM_.
+
+
+    FEE-FI-FO-FUM,
+  From the Spruce-tree comes the gum;
+  From the Pine the turpentine,
+    Tar and pitch,
+    And timber which
+  Is very choice and fine.
+
+    Fee-fi-fo-fum,
+  How from Spruce-tree comes the gum?
+  Soft enough;--the sticky stuff,
+    From seam and cleft,
+    Both right and left,
+  Flows out, and hardens, rough.
+
+{93}
+
+    Fay-fi-fo-fee,
+  Nut-galls grow on the Oak-tree;
+  By tiny worms the nut-gall forms,
+    Like little ball;
+    And from Nut-gall
+  The Gallic Acid comes.
+
+    Fee-fi-fo-fade,
+  From Nut-galls, too, the Tannin's made;
+  While Acorns grow in group or row;--
+    And Live-oak long,
+    Makes ship-knees, strong,
+  That round the world may go.
+
+{94}
+
+    Fee-fi-fo-fap,
+  We tap the Maples, and the sap
+  We find as sweet as sugar-beet,
+    Then boiling hard,
+    Our sure reward,
+  The maple-sugar treat.
+
+
+{95}
+
+
+    Fay-fi-fo-fee,
+  See the graceful White-Birch tree,
+  With bark so light, so tough and tight
+    That Indians wrought
+    Canoes we're taught,
+  And paddled out of sight.
+
+
+{96}
+
+
+    Fee-fi-fo-fap,
+  Hark and hear the Hemlock snap;--
+  Little spine so full of wind,
+    Heated, hops,
+    And jumping, pops,
+  And makes the bright eyes shine.
+
+    Fee-fi-fo-fur,
+  See the curious chestnut-burr;
+  Green and round, then turning brown.
+    Frost opens wide
+    Each prickly side,
+  And out the chestnuts bound.
+
+{97}
+
+    Fee-fi-fo-fay,
+  Now the farmer makes his hay;
+  Grasses grow, which workmen mow,--
+    Toss every-wise,
+    Till sunshine dries,
+  Then into stacks, they stow.
+
+    Fay-fee-fi-fo,
+  See the farmer wield his hoe,
+  Lettuce, greens, then corn and beans,
+    With pumpkin-vines
+    Along the lines,
+  Where many a weed o'er-leans.
+
+{98}
+
+    Fee-fi-fo-fog,
+  See the wriggling pollywog,*--
+  With funny tail; but without fail
+    This pollywog
+    Will grow a frog,
+  And lose his wiggle-tail.
+
+[Footnote: Pollywog--Common name for poll wig, or tadpole.]
+
+    Fee-fi-fo-faint,
+  Colors, seven, the Rainbow paint;
+  Violet bright is first in sight--
+    Then indigo,
+    Blue, green, yellow,
+  Orange and Red,--the seven, WHITE.
+
+{99}
+
+    Fay-fee-fi-fo,
+  Now you ask, "What makes Rainbow?"
+  It is the sun, my darling one,
+    Shines through the rain,
+    O'er hill and plain,
+  But see, the beauty's flown.
+
+    Fay-fi-fo-fear,
+  Don't you understand it, dear?
+  Raindrops fall, Sun shines through all,
+    Reflects beyond,
+    This beauteous wand
+  Which we the Rainbow call.
+
+
+{100}
+
+
+_THE OXEN_.
+
+
+  The oxen are such clever beasts,
+    They'll drag the plough all day;
+  They're very strong and tug along
+    Great loads of wood or hay.
+
+  They feed on grass, when green or dry;
+    Their flesh is beef, for food;
+  Their lungs are "lights," their stomach, "tripe,"
+    Their skin for leather's good.
+
+  Their hair men use in mortar, too,
+    Lime, water, sand and hair,
+  They nicely mix and smoothly fix,
+    For plastering, so fair.
+
+{101}
+
+  For making soap their bones are used;
+    Their horns for combs we group;
+  Their feet are boiled for "neat's-foot-oil,"
+    Their tails for ox-tail soup.
+
+  Their heart-case forms a money-bag;
+    Their tallow, candles, white;
+  Their intestine, gold-beater's skin,
+    With which gold-leaf we smite.
+
+  Thus every part is useful made;
+    The same is true of cows,--
+  Except their ilk gives luscious milk
+    Instead of dragging ploughs.
+
+{102}
+
+  Oxen and cows are "cattle" called;
+    They go in "herds," when wild;
+  But when they're tame, by other name,--
+    A "drove," _en masse_, they're styled.
+
+  Their little ones are "calves,"--and cows'
+    Rich milk produces cream,
+  Which butter makes, and nice cheese-cakes,
+    With curd, whey, and caseine.
+
+  And now 'tis funny, but 'tis true,
+    Some children young and mazy,
+  Have thought their eyes were used some-wise,
+    To make the ox-eyed daisy!
+
+{103}
+
+  This cannot be, yet creatures' bones
+    Placed round trees, plants and bowers,
+  Will serve to feed just what they need,
+    To grow fine fruits and flowers.
+
+
+{104}
+
+
+_THE BROKEN PITCHER_.
+
+
+  "Sweet, my love, I'm sorry
+    That you did not tell,
+  When you broke the pitcher
+    Coming from the well."
+
+  "Oh, I thought you'd whip me,
+    Just as Betty did;
+  Then when she would ask me,
+    I would tell a fib."
+
+  "Sweet, my child, I never
+    Punish any one
+  For an accidental
+    Thing that may be done.
+
+  "Tell me always, darling,
+    Everything you do;
+  This will help to make you
+    Thoughtful, brave and true."
+
+
+{105}
+
+
+_THE ELEPHANTS_.
+
+
+  THE ivory for our combs,
+    From elephants' tusks is made;
+  The handles, too for many a knife,
+   And for paper-knives the blade.
+
+  The elephant knows a friend,--
+    And well remembers, too,
+  A kindly act, but ne'er forgets
+    The teasing of a foe.
+
+
+{106}
+
+
+_THE WIND_.
+
+  "What is the wind, Mamma?"
+    "Tis air in motion, child;"
+  "Why can I never see the wind
+    That blows so fierce and wild?"
+
+  "Because the Gases, dear,
+    Of which the air is made,
+  Are quite transparent, that is, we
+    See through, but see no shade."
+
+  "And what are Gases, Ma?"
+    "Fluids, which, if we squeeze
+  In space too small, will burst with force;"--
+    "And what are _fluids_, please?"
+
+  "Fluids are what will flow,
+    And gases are so light
+  That when we give them room enough,
+    They rush with eager flight."
+
+{107}
+
+  "What gases, dear Mamma,
+    Make up the air or wind?"
+  "'Tis Oxygen and Nitrogen
+    That chiefly there we find;
+  And when the air is full
+    Of Oxygen we're gay,
+  But when there is not quite enough,
+    We're dull, or faint away."
+
+
+
+_THE FOG_.
+
+
+  "What is the fog, Mamma?"
+    "Sometimes the air is light
+  And cannot bear up all the mists,
+    And then 'tis foggy, quite;
+
+  But when air heavier grows,
+    The fog is borne above,
+  And floated off, the cloudy stuff,--
+    Just see it, graceful, move."
+
+
+{108}
+
+THE RAIN.
+
+
+  "What makes the rain, Mamma?"
+    "The mists and vapors rise
+  From land and stream and rolling sea,
+    Up toward the distant skies;
+  And there they form the clouds,
+    Which, when they're watery, dear,
+  Pour all the water down to earth,
+    And rain afar or near."
+
+
+
+_THE SNOW_.
+
+  "What makes the Snow, Mamma?"
+    "When very cold above,
+  The mists are frozen high in air,
+  And fall as snow, my love."
+
+
+{109}
+
+
+  "And Hail?" "Tis formed the same;
+    Cold streams of air have come
+  And frozen all the water-drops,
+    And thus the hail-stones form.
+
+  "Now do not question more,
+    Dear child, but run and play,
+  I'll tell you of the Water, Fire,
+    And Light, another day."
+  "Oh yes, and dear Mamma,
+    Of Thunder, Lightning, too,
+  For I shall want to know it all,
+    So tell me, Mamma, do."
+
+
+{110}
+
+
+_TRUTH_.
+
+  Do not let "Mother Truth" find a falsehood all over,--
+    Amongst all her children, no, never a lie;
+  Stand for Truth, ye wee babies, for Truth, ye who're older,
+    For Truth while you live, and for Truth till you die.
+
+  All ye myriads of children this little book talks to,
+    Form now in each household a band for the Truth,
+  Do not let even a "white lie," and still less a "whopper,"
+    Find a place in your hearts, nor your heads, nor your mouth.
+
+  You know God is Truth;--and as you are His children,
+    You want to be like Him as near as you can;
+  Speak the Truth, live the Truth, be the Truth with Him,
+    And Heaven will have come, as Christ taught in his plan.
+
+
+{111}
+
+{112}
+
+
+_HI-DIDDLE, HO-DIDDLE_.
+
+
+    HI-DIDDLE, HO-DIDDLE,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  This Earth of ours, on which we live,
+  Is round as it can be.
+    Pray, then, what is a
+    Mountain, valley, hill?
+  They are but like little warts,
+  And pores, on orange-peel.
+
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,--
+  Our Earth is swinging in the air,
+  As you can plainly see;--         {113}
+    Pray, then, what keeps it
+    Hanging up in space?
+  The Sun, my child, attracts the Earth
+  And holds it in its place.
+
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  A lovely Moon is shining for
+  This Earth of ours, you see,--
+    Held in its cradle
+    Ever since its birth,
+  Because our globe attracted it,
+  As the Sun attracts the Earth.
+
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  What I mean by globe, child,
+  You're wondering now, I see.  {114}
+    A globe or a ball, dear,
+    Is what is round and true,
+  And that is why I'm calling it,
+  This Earth, a globe, to you.
+
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  Instead of globe I might have said
+  A _sphere_ for you and me;
+    For all the same, in truth,
+    Are sphere and globe and ball,
+  And _hemi_'s half so half this Earth,
+  A _hemisphere_, we call.
+
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  'T was once supposed the Earth stood still,
+  While Sun went round it, free;--
+    But now we've learned it well,
+    That 't is the Earth doth turn
+  Upon its Axis, as it's called;
+  And also round the Sun.
+
+{115}
+
+    Hi-diddle, ho-diddle,
+    Pop-diddle-dee,
+  Our Earth in turning round,
+  How long may she be?
+    She turns on her axis
+    In a day, and a night,
+  But to go around the Sun
+  Takes a year for the flight.
+
+
+{116}
+
+_WHAT IS THE AXIS?_
+
+
+  Now you ask, "What is the Axis?"
+    With an apple I will show;
+  Place your thumb upon the stem-place,
+    And your finger at the blow;--
+  Now we'll just suppose the apple
+    Has a stem that passes through,
+  And this stem would be the Axis;
+    Now we'll whirl the apple, true,
+
+  Holding fast 'twixt thumb and finger,--
+    That's the way the Earth goes round
+  On its Axis, as we call it,
+    Though no real stem is found.   {117}
+  And the two ends of the Axis
+    Have been called the Poles, my dear;
+  Yes, the North Pole and the South Pole,
+    Where 'tis very cold and drear.
+
+  Now we'll hold a bigger apple
+    At a distance, for the Sun;
+  Tip the smaller one a little,
+    And then slowly wheel it round
+  All around the larger apple,
+    And it represents the Earth
+  Circling round the Sun that holds it,
+    Ceaseless, in its yearly path.
+
+  Wondrous is the strong attraction
+    Of the Sun which holds in place
+  All the Planets in their turnings,
+    All the Stars that see his face;
+  But more wondrous far the power
+    That created Sun and us,
+  And that gave a form and being,
+    To this mighty Universe.
+
+  "The Universe!" now you exclaim:
+    "By the Universe, what do you mean?"   {118}
+  'Tis the Sun and the Planets, and every thing known,
+    That we call by this Universe name.
+
+  Now the "Planets," you ask,
+    "What are Planets?" They're globes,
+  Some larger, some smaller than Earth,--
+    Which are swinging in space,
+    And are all held in place,
+  By the God-power that first gave them birth.
+
+
+{119}
+
+
+_HEAT AND COLD_.
+
+
+  Our earth has a _North Pole_,
+    Where 'tis very cold;
+  It also has a _South Pole_,
+    That's just the same, we're told.
+  But half-way between,
+    And all the way around,
+  We call it the _Equator_,
+    And heat doth there abound.
+  For there the sun shines always,
+    Though it goes north or south
+  Some twenty-three degrees or more,
+    And sometimes causes drouth.
+  The sun goes north, we call it.
+    But 'tis the earth instead,
+  That tips, and makes it seem the sun
+    Comes higher overhead.
+  And when the sun is northward
+    'Tis summer here, you see;
+  And when it's to the southward
+    'Tis there in same degree.
+
+
+{120}
+
+_HARLEY'S DREAM_.
+
+  I know a little brown-eyed boy,
+    His name is Harley Hart;
+  And with a naughty boy or girl,
+    Our Harley has no part.
+
+  He cons his lessons o'er and o'er,
+    And once he fell asleep,
+  With finger marking A, B, C,
+    As 'twere the place to keep.
+
+  And then he dreamed a funny dream--
+    The page jumps up to dance,
+  The letters laugh, and by and by,
+    Like imps they leap and prance.
+
+{121}
+
+  Now Harley oft had wondered whence
+    The letters first had come;
+  And I'm afraid he sometimes wished
+    They all had staid at home,
+
+  Instead of teasing him with quirks,
+    And bothering him with names
+  That seemed to help him hardly more
+    In learning words than games.
+
+  One little imp squeaked: "I am _A;_
+    You could not be a man
+  Without me." Then another cried:
+    "I am E" and quickly ran,
+
+  Exclaiming: "And without us both
+    You could not have a h_e_ad."
+  Another says: "You'd have no l_i_mbs
+    If _I_ were lost or dead."
+
+  Then _O_,  "You'd have no n_o_se nor t_o_es,
+    If it were not for me;"
+  "And what is more, were I not here,"
+    Says _U_, "yo_u_ could not be."
+
+
+{122}
+
+  And thus they each and all lay claim
+    To parcel and to part
+  Of what he was, or what should do
+    With hand, or head, or heart.
+
+  They hung a ladder 'gainst the tree,
+    And clambered up and down;
+  They played a thousand pranks as wild
+    As any gipsey clown.
+
+  They whispered that they came from Rome,
+    And that, if rightly placed,
+  They'd serve our Harley with a feast
+    A king would joy to taste.
+
+  So when he woke and knew they were
+    The little mystic keys
+  That open Learning's gates so wide,
+    He loved his A, B, C's.
+
+
+
+{123}
+
+_OUR LANGUAGE KEY_.
+
+
+A E I O U Y
+
+
+  We are small, and we are few,
+  But we're wondrous mighty, too,--
+  For no word can language wear,
+  Save in it we hold a share.
+  One of us in May is met,--
+  One is caught in every net;
+  One is in the clambering vine,
+  One, in Moon, must ever shine;
+  One's in you,--and all so shy,
+  The last is hiding in your eye.
+
+
+{124}
+
+
+THE SPEECH FAMILY.
+
+
+  The name of everything we know,
+  as _slate_, or _book_, or _toy_,
+  Is called a _Noun_.
+  All names are nouns; remember this, my boy.
+
+  A word that means to be,
+  to act, or to be acted on,
+  Is called a _Verb_; as _is_,
+  or _eat_, or _sing_; or he _is gone_.
+
+
+{125}
+
+
+  A word that tells the color, form, or quality of things,
+  Is called an _Adjective_; as, _bright_, or _round_, or _softest_ wings.
+
+  A word that tells how things are done, as _quickly_, _bravely_, _well_.
+  Is called an _Adverb_; and I'm sure you many more can tell.
+
+  A word that's used in place of nouns, a _Pronoun_ we may call;
+  As, _I_ for mother; _you_, for James; _this_, _that_, for hoop or ball
+
+  A _Preposition's_ placed before a noun, and serves to show
+  Relation to some other word; as, Rover's _in_ the snow.
+
+  And then _Conjunctions_ join two words or sentences together;
+  As, man _and_ boy, or birds will fly _and_ winds blow o'er the heather.
+
+  Then _Interjections_, _Oh!_ and _Ah! Behold!_ and many another,
+  Express surprise, delight; dismay, far more than every other.
+
+{126}
+
+  And these the _Parts of Speech_ we call; _Eight_ parts as you may tell;
+  And all the language you will know, when these you've studied well.
+
+
+
+_NUMBER AND GENDER._
+
+
+  A NOUN or name that means but one,
+    Is called in the _singular number_;
+  But when it stands for more than one,
+    'Tis _plural_, child, remember.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+  A NOUN that is the name of males,
+    As ox, or horse, or father,
+  Is _masculine_ in _gender_, dear;
+    While cow, and mare, and mother,
+  And all the names of females, child,
+    Are _feminine_, 'tis true;
+  Now tell me all the names you know,
+    And tell their gender, too.
+  But you will find there's many a noun
+    Not male, nor female either,
+  As chair, and book; and such we call
+    In _neuter gender_--neither.
+
+
+{127}
+
+ONE LITTLE CHICKEN.
+
+
+  ONE little chicken, two little chickens, three little chickens, dear;
+  Don't you see we add _s_, when more than one is here?
+  And this we do with almost all the nouns that may appear.
+
+  One little birdy, two little birdies, three little birdies soar;
+  The _y_ is changed to _i-e-s_ for birdies two or more;
+  And this, when a word shall end in _y_ with a _consonant_ before.
+
+  One little donkey, two little donkeys, three little donkeys bray.
+  But here the _y_ remains unchanged, and _s_ is called in play;
+  And this, when a word shall end in _y_, where a _vowel_ leads the way.
+
+
+{128}
+
+
+_LETTERS._
+
+
+  A, E, I, O, U,
+    The _vowels_ we may call;
+  W, Y, are vowels too,
+    Whene'er they chance to fall
+  To the end of syllable or word.
+    And this we well may know
+  That all the rest are _consonants_;
+    Just nineteen in a row.
+
+  K, P, and T are called the _mutes_,
+    Because they interrupt
+  All voice or sound; while B and D
+    Can only intercept;
+  Hence these are partial mutes, my child;
+    And H is _aspirate_;
+  And _th_, too, in _th_ink and _th_rone,
+    But vocal in _this, that._
+
+{129}
+
+  Then lip-letters, or _labials_,
+     And _dentals_, or tooth letters,
+  With _palatals_ and _sibilants_
+    Seem wondrously like fetters.
+  But, ah! instead of prisoning,
+    They open wide the way
+  That leads to Learning's loftiest heights;
+    Press on, and win the day.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+WORDS.
+
+
+
+  TELL me the name of something, dear;
+    As book, or ball, or kite;
+  Now tell some quality of each,
+    As big, or round, or light.
+  And now some word that means _to be_
+    Yes, _is_, my child, you're right.
+
+  The ink is black, The snow is white,
+    The ice is hard--is cold:
+  The sky is blue, The air is light,
+    Sometimes the child is bold.           {130}
+  And thus let names of everything
+    Afar or near be told;
+  And Qualities of each and all
+    Let memory infold.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  NOW give one name, and tell me all
+    Its qualities as well;
+  As, coal is black, and coal is hard,
+    And coal's inflammable.
+
+  And now, you children should be taught
+    That we need not repeat
+  The name, with every word that tells
+    Its qualities complete.
+
+  Coal's black, hard, and inflammable,
+    We say; but all so fast,
+  A comma follows after each,
+    With _and_ before the last.
+
+  And now use iron, chalk, and clay,
+    Use water, snow, and ice,
+  Use thread and needle, pin and pen,
+    Use every word that's nice.--
+
+{131}
+
+  ANOTHER lesson now attend--
+    We'll find some quality
+  Embraced by several different things,
+    As you will plainly see.
+
+  Snow is cold, ice is cold,
+    Salt is cold as well;
+  Snow, ice, and salt are cold, my child,
+    As every one can tell.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+A SMILE.
+
+  "SHE smiled on me, she smiled on me!"
+    In ecstacy exclaimed
+  A little waif in tattered gown,
+    With form so halt and maimed.
+  Remember, even a smile may cheer,
+    A cup of water, bless;
+  A kindly word, sow seeds of joy,
+    Whose fruit is happiness.
+
+
+{132}
+
+
+_TWINKLE, TWINKLE._
+
+
+  "Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
+  Up above the world so far,
+  Whisper now and tell me, pray,
+  What you are, and how you stay."
+
+  "Some of us away so far,
+  Planets like your own Earth, are;
+  And we shine with borrowed light,
+  Borrowed from the Sun, so bright.
+
+  "Some of us are silvery moons,
+  Shining all the nightly noons;
+  Some of us are jelly, soft,
+  Shooting, falling, from aloft.
+
+{133}
+
+  Some of us are Nebulae,--
+  Faint and misty stars we be;--
+  Some are Suns to other worlds;
+  Here and there a Comet whirls.
+
+  "Having each our time and place,
+  Swinging in the wondrous space;
+  Held in line by Him who planned,
+  And who holds you in His hand."
+
+
+{134}
+
+OLD SOL IN A JINGLE.
+
+
+    Hi-diddle-diddle,
+    The Sun's in the middle,
+  And planets around him so grand,
+    Are swinging in space,
+    Held forever in place,
+  In the Zodiac girdle or band.
+
+    Hi-diddle-diddle,
+    The Sun's in the middle,
+  And Mercury's next to the Sun
+    While Venus, so bright,
+    Seen at morning or night,
+  Comes _Second_, to join in the fun.
+
+    Hi-diddle-diddle,
+    The Sun's in the middle,
+  And _Third_ in the group is our Earth;
+    While Mars with his fire,
+    So warlike and dire,
+  Swings around to be counted the _Fourth_.
+
+{135}
+
+{136}
+
+  Hi-diddle-diddle,
+  The Sun's in the middle,
+  While Jupiter's next after Mars,--
+  And his four moons at night
+  Show the speed of the light;
+  Next golden-ringed Saturn appears,
+
+  Hi-diddle-diddle,
+  The Sun's in the middle,
+  After Saturn comes Uranus far;--
+  And his antics so queer,
+  Led Astronomers near
+  To old Neptune, who drives the last car.
+
+[Footnote: Other planets are as yet too little known to claim place.]
+
+
+{137}
+
+"_ROBERT OF LINCOLN_."
+
+
+  "Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, reed-bird, butter-bird,
+  All through the country his jingle is gaily heard;
+  Reveling in rice-fields he sweeps through the South,
+  While wheat, corn, and barley-fields welcome him North,
+  And Bobby is wild with his singing and chatter,
+  So saucily calling with rattle and clatter,
+  Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, Tom-denny, Tom-denny,
+  Come-now-and-pay-me-that-two-shillings-one-penny,
+  No,-I'll-not-wait-for-a-day-nor-a-minute,
+  So-pay-me-up-quick-or-you'll-get-your-foot-in-it;--
+  Chink-a-chee, chink-a-chee, chink-a-chee, chin-it,
+  Yes,-pay-me-up-quick,-or-you'll-get-your-foot-in-it."
+
+
+{138}
+
+
+_LIMPY-DIMPY-DINGLE_.
+
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid would stray
+  To the trap that had been set for weasels, many a day,
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid walked in,
+  And the trap its teeth shut up, on chicky-biddy's shin.
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid is brought,
+  And her leg, so sore and big, we bathe with water hot.
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, here's a broken bone,
+  All so rough,--but close enough we bring the ends, right soon.
+
+{139}
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, strips of paste-board cut,
+  We will place with care and grace, from thigh to trembling foot
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, softest cotton, too,
+  Just within the paste-board thin, to fit around so true.
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, now with tape or band,
+  Neatly wind, and closely bind, with deft and skillful hand.
+
+  Limpy-dimpy-dingle, nature'll do the rest,
+  And soon will knit the bone to fit, as good as very best.
+
+
+{140}
+
+
+_CASTLE WONDERFUL_.
+
+
+  I know a castle, curious,
+    Of lovely form and make;
+  That we may view the castle through,
+    A hasty peep we'll take.
+
+{141}
+
+  The framework of my castle proud,
+    Is neither wood nor stone,
+  But earthy matter mixed with lime
+    And hardened into bone.
+
+  This frame, of oddments is composed,--
+    In mind, the number fix,--
+  Of long and short and thick and thin,
+    Two hundred just, and six.
+
+  And these are fastened each to each,
+    By hinges, like, or joints,
+  Which, with an oil so soft and pure,
+    The Builder wise, anoints.
+
+  For garnishing this goodly frame,
+    Quaint cushions, large and small,
+  Are fitly fashioned, each in place,
+   And pliant, one and all.
+
+  For cushion covers, deftly wrought,
+    A scarf so beautiful,
+  So pinkish-white, so loose yet tight,
+    So warm and yet so cool;
+
+  Upon the smoothly rounded roof
+    Is strewn the finest floss,
+  A filmy veil, as soft as silk,--
+    Or is it fairy moss?
+
+{142}
+
+  Two windows hath this castle fair,
+    That shut and open wide,
+  With cords and pulleys, curtains fringed,
+    And fixtures fine beside.
+
+  These wondrous windows even smile
+    And speak and fairly dance,
+  And play at anger, hate, and love,
+    And mischief, too, perchance.
+
+  These windows, too, are marvelous
+    In that they let the light
+  Both in and out for him who dwells
+    Within, the lordly knight.
+
+  Two telephones of wondrous make,--
+    A door, with guards and bell,--
+  A ventilator, double-bored,
+    Aye does its duty well.
+
+{143}
+
+  And ah! within, this castle grand,
+    Is fitted to a T,
+  With everything that's needful there
+    For serving you or me.
+
+  And strange to tell, this castle builds
+    Itself, if but supplies
+  Be placed within the open door,
+    With watchful care and wise.
+
+{144}
+
+  It clears itself too of the dust
+    And ashes strewed within,
+  If but the alley-ways are free,
+    And outlets all a-kin.
+
+  And stranger still, this castle comes
+    And goes where'er the will
+  Of him who holds the rule within
+    Shall bid, his hest to fill.
+
+  And wondrous more than all beside,
+    This house the temple is,
+  Of Him the great designer, God,--
+    And "all the earth is his."
+
+{145}
+
+  Now list, and of this castle grand
+    A further tale we'll tell,
+  In language plain, so plain that all
+    May read and heed it well.
+
+  The food we eat makes all our blood,
+    And makes us children grow;
+  And if we eat improper food
+    It harms from top to toe.
+
+  We all have teeth quite sharp and strong,
+    With which to chew our food,
+  And in the mouth are glands and glands--
+    Yes, quite a numerous brood.
+
+  These glands pour out saliva, free,
+    To moisten what we eat
+  And then a trap-door at the throat
+    Performs a wondrous feat
+
+  In guiding all the food along
+    Into the Esophagus,
+  And thence to stomach through a pass
+    Called Cardiac Orifice.
+
+  And here 'tis mixed with Gastric Juice,
+    And into chyme is churned
+  Then through the gateway, Pylorus,
+    As wiser ones have learned.
+
+{146}
+
+  'Tis in the Duodenum now,
+    Where it is mixed with Bile,
+  And with the Pancreatic juice,
+    Which changes it to Chyle.
+
+  This Chyle flows on, and all that's fit
+    For nourishment and growth,
+  Is taken up by Lacteals,
+    Or "tubes with many a mouth."
+
+  These lead to the Thoracic Duct,
+    Which holds a spoonful large,
+  And from this Duct a pipe proceeds
+    Through which it may discharge.
+
+  Into the great Sub-clavian vein,
+    Which to the Heart doth lead,
+  Whence it is sent into the Lungs,
+    And into good blood made.
+
+  Then back into the Heart it flows,
+    The muscles there contract,
+  And pump it into Arteries,
+    Which wind to every part.
+
+  We'd like to tell about the Bones,
+    The Ribs and Vertebras,
+  The Clavicle, or Collar-bone,
+    Breast-bone, and Scapulae;
+
+{147}
+
+  Of hinge, and ball-and-socket joints;
+    Of muscles, tendons, skin,
+  Of lungs and veins and arteries,
+    Of nerves and heart and brain.
+
+  But, Ah! we should your patience tire,
+    Were we the whole to tell,
+  So, waiting till another time,
+    We bid you now, farewell.
+
+
+{148}
+
+
+_THE RATTLE OF THE BONES_.
+
+
+  How many bones in the human face?
+  FOURTEEN, when they're all in place.
+
+  How many bones in the human head?
+  EIGHT, my child, as I've often said.
+
+  How many bones in the human ear?
+  THREE in each; and they help to hear.
+
+[Footnote: Standard authorities give three, though latest works say four.]
+
+  How many bones in the human spine?
+  TWENTY-SIX; like a climbing vine.
+
+  How many bones of the human chest?
+  TWENTY-FOUR ribs and TWO of the rest.
+
+  How many bones the shoulders, bind?
+  Two in _each_; one before, one behind.
+
+  How many bones in the human arm?
+  In _each_ arm, ONE; TWO in _each_ fore-arm.
+
+
+{149}
+
+{150}
+
+  How many bones in the human wrist?
+  EIGHT in _each_, if none are missed.
+
+  How many bones in the palm of the hand?
+  FIVE in _each_, with many a band.
+
+{151}
+
+  How many bones in the fingers ten?
+  TWENTY-EIGHT, and by joints they bend.
+
+  How many bones in the human hip?
+  ONE in _each_; like a dish they dip.
+
+  How many bones in the human thigh?
+  ONE in _each_, and deep they lie.
+
+  How many bones in the human knees?
+  ONE in _each_, the knee-pan, please.
+
+  How many bones in the leg from knee?
+  Two in _each_, we can plainly see.
+
+  How many bones in the ankle strong?
+  SEVEN in _each_, but none are long.
+
+{152}
+
+  How many bones in the ball of the foot?
+  FIVE in _each_; as in palms were put.
+
+  How many bones in the toes half-a-score?
+  TWENTY-EIGHT, and there are no more.
+
+  And now, all together, these many bones, fix,
+  And they count in the body TWO HUNDRED and Six.
+
+  And then we have, in the human mouth,
+  Of upper and under, THIRTY-TWO TEETH.
+
+  And we now and then have a bone, I should think
+  That forms on a joint, or to fill up a chink.
+
+  A Sesamoid bone, or a Wormian, we call,
+  And now we may rest, for we've told them all.
+
+
+
+{153}
+
+
+_WHOLLY HOLE-Y_.
+
+
+
+  SEVEN million little openings,
+    God has made upon your skin;
+  Mouths of tiny little sewers
+    That run everywhere, within.
+  And along these numerous sewers
+    All impurities must go,
+  That are not by other outlets,
+    Carried off with active flow.
+
+{154}
+
+  When these many little openings.
+    We call PORES, get shut quite close,
+  Through your frame the poison wanders,
+    Making you feel dull and cross.
+  It will make your lungs grow tender,
+    And they'll soon be sore, and cough;
+  It will make your stomach feeble,
+    And your head ache hard enough.
+
+  Then your heart can not be joyous,
+    And your other organs, too,
+  Will get weak, and be unable
+    For the work they ought to do;
+  Quaking nerves will groan and quiver,
+    Weary bones be racked with pain,
+  And you'll all the time be saying:
+    "How can I be well again?"
+
+  HEAT and BATHING widely open
+    All the pores, when discords dire,
+  Quick flow out in perspiration,
+    Quenching all the fever-fire.
+  Raveling out the tangled tissues,
+    Setting free the life-blood's flow,
+  Pouring forth the pent-up poisons,
+    Wakening thus a healthful glow.
+
+
+{155}
+
+
+{156}
+
+
+_THE BREATH O' LIFE_.
+
+  Our lungs are formed of curious cells,
+    And tubes to draw in air,--
+  And if we breathe quite deep and full
+    And take our needful share,
+  'Twill keep our blood so red and pure,
+    Our health so firm and true,
+  We scarce shall know what suffering means,
+    But joyous feel, and new.
+
+  But if we wear our clothing tight,
+    The little cells will close,
+  And then they cannot do their work,
+    And thus our health we lose;
+  Or if we breathe the air impure,
+    'T will give us tainted blood,
+  While plenty, pure, sun-ripened air
+    Will make us glad and good.
+
+
+{157}
+
+_THE GIRLS._
+
+
+
+  Three little girls with their sun-bonnets on,
+    Wandered out for a walk in the dew;
+  And they tip-toed about, full of frolic and fun,
+    While their aprons around them they drew.
+
+  But their little wet feet brought fever and cough,
+    And their little red lips grew so thin;
+  And their little round faces were haggard enough,
+    O, I'm sure they'll not do it again!
+
+  Not do it, I mean, without boots that shall guard
+    Their ankles and feet from the wet;
+  For the care of the health brings a joyous reward,
+    The neglect, brings us pain and regret.
+
+
+
+{158}
+
+
+_THE TEMPERANCE CHILD._
+
+
+  Mamma, if you'd have me
+   Be a temperance child,
+  You must give me only
+    Food that's pure and mild.
+  Highly-seasoned dishes
+    Make the stomach crave
+  Stronger things; and often
+    Lead to drunkard's grave.
+
+
+{159}
+
+
+_LISTEN, CHILDREN!_
+
+
+  Listen, children! when your head aches,
+    Do not eat, but wait a meal;
+  This will oftentimes relieve you,
+    Making you right joyous feel.
+
+  Listen, children! when your stomach
+    Rolls and tumbles, wait awhile;
+  Do not eat, but drink warm water,
+    And you'll soon be glad and smile.
+
+  Listen, children! in hot water
+    Put your feet when you've "a cold;"
+  Into bed now, wrapped in blankets,
+    And you'll soon be well, we're told.
+
+  Listen, children! perspiration
+    Is a saving from much sin:
+  Wash and rub, and dry well after;
+    Thus we quell disease within.
+
+  Listen, children! when you're hungry
+    Do not stuff you like a pig,
+  But eat slowly and chew thorough,
+    Lest your teeth your grave shall dig.
+
+
+{160}
+
+
+_TICK-TOOK, TICK-TOCK_.
+
+
+    Tick-tock, tick-tock,
+  Sings the pretty cuckoo clock;
+    Tick-tack, tick-tack,
+  Time flies on, but ne'er comes back.
+
+    Tick-tock, tick-tock,
+  Sings the dainty crystal clock;
+    Tick-tack, Tick-tack,
+  Work and wait, and never lack.
+
+    Tick-tock, Tick-tock,
+  Sings the old grandfather's clock,
+    Tick-tack, tick-tack,
+  Take and keep, the better track.
+
+
+{161}
+
+
+_CURIOUS TREES._
+
+
+THE COW-TREE.
+
+
+  South America's soil
+    Yields the towering Cow-tree,
+  With sweet milk in its cells
+    For you or for me;
+  Its sap is the Milk,--
+    Cut the tree and it flows;
+  Like leather its leaves,
+    And its branches like bows.
+
+
+{162}
+
+
+THE SUGAR-PINE.
+
+  Then, too, my dear children,
+    The sweet Sugar-pine,
+  On Pacific's wild coast,
+    In our own soil we find;
+  Cut or scoop out the trunk,
+   And the juices ooze forth,
+  And harden, for sugar,
+    Like icicles, North.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+THE BUTTER-TREE.
+
+  And, funny enough,
+    There's a Butter-tree, too;
+  Its seeds, when boiled down,
+    Will make butter for you.
+  In India and Africa
+    The Butter-tree grows,
+  With coffee and spices,
+    As every one knows.
+
+
+{163}
+
+
+THE BREAD-FRUIT TREE,
+
+
+  And listen, dear children,
+    In hot countries too,
+  The Bread-fruit tree grows,
+    Most delicious for you;
+  Its great roasted nuts,
+    Like soft, sweet loaves of bread,
+  Form most of the food
+    On which natives are fed.
+
+{164}
+
+  And further, its fibres
+    Of bark, will make cloth;
+  Its wood, boats and houses;--
+    Its leaves are not loath
+  To be used for a towel,
+    A table-cloth, napkin;
+  Its juice will make bird-lime,
+    And tinder, its catkin.
+
+
+THE CLOVE-TREE.
+
+
+  And, children, one more,
+    Here's a spicy Clove-tree,
+  Growing forty feet high,
+    Ornamental, you see;
+  The little round drop,
+    Fixed the four prongs between,
+  Forms the blossom or flower,
+    When it's not picked too green.
+
+  Now list, while I tell you,
+    Clove-trees will not grow
+  Except in hot climates,
+    Moluccas, or so,
+
+{165}
+
+  Where they bloom the year round,
+    In the sunshine or storm,
+  With their trunks straight and smooth,
+    And their pyramid form.
+
+  And lastly, dear children,
+    Clove-trees never flower
+  Till a half-dozen years
+    They have grown, maybe more;
+  Then the buds, picked by hand,
+    And dried quickly, are best;--
+  Trees a hundred years old
+    Often yield with the rest.
+
+
+{166}
+
+_THE "TREE VILLAGE."_
+
+
+{167}
+
+
+  In the Solomon Group in the great Southern Sea,
+    And on Isabel Island alone,
+  A tree village is found, up the steep, rocky ground,
+    On the top of a mountain of stone.
+
+  So gigantic the trees that it is not with ease
+    That the houses of natives are built,
+  For the stems are six score of our feet, maybe more,
+    And you'd think they must live on a stilt.
+
+  By a ladder facade the ascent must be made,
+    Formed of pliable trees, or a creeper
+  Resembling the vine, which the natives entwine,--
+    And the ladder's drawn up by the sleeper;
+
+  For these houses are made but to sleep in, 'tis said,
+    When some enemy threatens;--to guard
+  'Gainst surprise in the night, they are fortified quite,
+    With great stones, to be thrown at a pard.
+
+  At the foot, of these trees are the day-huts for ease
+    And for eating and dancing and play,
+  Yet the huts up so high have a goodly supply
+    Of the needful for night or for day.
+
+
+
+{168}
+
+
+
+_NO EYES._
+
+
+  Those Creatures that live in the dark,
+    And have no use for eyes,
+  Are made without these organs bright,
+   Which we so highly prize.
+
+  The fish in the Mammoth cave,--
+    Some species of the Ant,
+  Have only a trace where eyes should be,
+    Yet never know the want.
+
+{169}
+
+  Who knows but girls and boys,
+    Kept always in the dark,
+  Might come to have but little sight,
+    And finally not a spark.
+
+  God meant us to live in the light,
+    He has poured it all about;
+  Oh, let us not ourselves destroy,
+    By shutting His sunshine out.
+
+
+{170}
+
+
+_THE MAMMOTH CAVE._
+
+
+  "WHAT is the Mammoth Cave?"
+    I hear the Children say,
+  Where fishes have no eyes nor sight,
+    And where 'tis dark by day?
+
+  You all have seen a ledge
+    Of big rocks piled, or stone?--
+  Now just suppose a door-way made,
+    Or entrance to go in.
+
+{171}
+
+  And when you're in, a path
+    Leads on, right under ground,
+  And by-and-by you come to a place
+    Like a room with walls around.
+
+  'Tis jagged and rough and rude,
+    'Tis dark and damp as a grave,
+  But whether 'tis large or small,
+    'Tis always called a cave.
+
+  Now, Mammoth means _monstrous big_,
+    And the Mammoth cave, we claim
+  As the largest known in the world,
+    And that's what gives the name.
+
+  And it has many a room,
+    Quite large and wondrous grand,
+  And it has springs and streams and lakes,
+    All dark, you understand.
+
+  And here are fishes, too,
+    Yes, fishes with no eyes,
+  That have lived in the dark for ages past,
+    As learned men surmise.
+
+
+{172}
+
+
+_THE CAMELS_.
+
+
+  The Camels live in desert lands;
+  Their feet are made to walk on sands;
+  They carry burdens far and near,
+  Where neither grass nor trees appear;
+
+  Where there's no rain, no rivers, brooks,
+  No water anywhere for folks;--
+  But God has made in Camels' chest
+  Peculiar sacs, for He knew best
+
+  What they must do, and that they'd die,
+  If He did not their drink supply.
+  Before they start they drink and drink,
+  Till every sac is full, I think;--
+
+  And at the mouth of every sac,
+  A muscle strong, but loose and slack,
+  Will tighten up when it is filled,
+  So that no drink can e'er be spilled.
+
+  And when on journey, last or first,
+  The camel wants to slake his thirst,
+  A bag-string loosens, and out-pours
+  Enough to satisfy for hours.
+
+
+{173}
+
+
+{174}
+
+  The laden camels, in a row,
+  Are called a Caravan, you know;--
+  Sometimes a caravan is lost,
+  Being buried deep in sand and dust.
+
+  A storm of wind, a Simoon named,
+  Will sweep across the desert sand,
+  When camels, men, and every one
+  Must throw themselves their knees upon,
+
+  And bury faces in the earth,
+  For thus alone they save their breath;
+  A fearful thing, but 'tis the best
+  That they can do,--now hear the rest.
+
+{175}
+
+  Sometimes they're buried deep, and find
+  When they dig out they're almost blind
+  And cannot tell which way to go,
+  And thus are lost, a serious woe!
+
+  Sometimes, when lost, the drink for men
+  Gets short; is gone; they thirst, and then
+  They kill a camel just for lack
+  Of what he carries in his sac.
+
+{176}
+
+  In deserts bare and bleak and drear,
+  The sun shines hot through all the year,
+  But many an Oasis is found,
+  Or spot where grass and trees abound.
+
+  And here is drink, and here they rest,
+  And take their fill of what is best;
+  Then travel on in thankful mood,
+  With song and shout! "Allah is good!"
+
+
+{177}
+
+
+_KEY-NOTES._
+
+
+L  M  N  R
+
+
+  LIGHTLY flowing LIQUIDS, we,--
+    Tethered with our brothers.
+  Make we music, melody,
+    More than all the others;
+  Lulling, mellowy, nimble, rare,
+    Reveling in rhythm,
+  Running here and everywhere,
+    Make me merry with 'em.
+
+
+{178}
+
+
+_THE BEARS._
+
+
+  Wild bears are found all over,
+    From Northern lands to South,
+  But largest, strongest, where 'tis cold
+    And fiercest farthest North.
+
+  All bears are fond of honey,
+    Of berries, too, and roots;
+  They hug or squeeze their prey to death,
+    As this their nature suits.
+
+  They mate in June-y weather;
+    Their little ones are cubs;
+  They sadly mourn when mates are killed,
+    You'd almost hear their sobs.
+
+  They'll try to feed a cub
+    That's lying cold and dead,
+  And will not flee, but stand and take
+    The fatal knife instead.
+
+
+{179}
+
+{180}
+
+
+  They sleep through winter-time,
+    But prowl in wildest storms,
+  With hope to find some creature killed,
+    Or struck with death's alarms.
+
+  The bears are white, or black,
+    Or brown or grizzly gray,
+  The white 'mong polar snows are found,
+    Where half the year is day.
+
+  Their fur is used for robes,
+    For coats, sometimes a muff,--
+  Their meat is prized by some as food,
+    While some would call it "stuff."
+
+{181}
+
+  They nimbly climb a tree,
+    But "back down," for their frame
+  Is made so lungs would forward press,
+    If they head-foremost, came.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+
+_THE BEAR A BLESSING._
+
+
+  To people of Kamtschatka,
+    The bear a blessing proves;
+  His skin forms beds and coverlets,
+    And bonnets, shoes, and gloves.
+
+  His flesh and fat are dainties,
+    And of his intestine,
+  Is made a mask for warding off
+    The glare of Sun in Spring.
+
+{182}
+
+  'Tis also used for windows,
+    As substitute for glass;
+  Of shoulder-blade a tool is made,
+    That's used for cutting grass.
+
+  Norwegians think the Bear is
+    More sensible than men;
+  While Laplands call him "Dog of God,"
+    And dare not him offend.
+
+
+{183}
+
+
+_FRUITS_
+
+
+  The fruits of the orchard and garden
+    Are beautiful, luscious and good,
+  Partake of them freely, dear children,
+    But eat them at meals with your food.
+
+
+{184}
+
+
+_THE RACCOON._
+
+
+  Come, child, and see our pet Raccoon,--
+  The Raccoons live in the woods, you know;
+    But ours was caught,
+    And caged, and brought
+  From old Virginia, long ago.
+
+{185}
+
+  Oh, no, you need not be afraid.
+  See, he is fastened with a chain;
+    For ropes enough
+    He has gnawed off,
+  And he is hard to catch again.
+
+  He e'en will climb this ten-foot fence,
+  And, careless where his feet may strike,
+    He tumbles, bang!
+    And there will hang,
+  His rope being caught by vine or spike.
+
+  And once the rascal ran away;
+  Was gone for days, and maybe weeks;
+    When children came,
+    And charging blame,
+  Said, "Your Raccoon has caught our chicks."
+
+
+{186}
+
+  "He's on our roof a-making mouth,
+  And chatters when we would go near.
+    We wish you'd come
+    and take time home,
+  So that our chick need not fear."
+
+
+{187}
+
+  So now he's chained; yet up he'll climb
+  The stake to which he's fastened tight,
+    And mutter low,
+    So pleading, Oh!
+  'T would make you sorry for him, quite.
+
+  Just see his nose, so pointed, sharp,--
+  His ears as keen as keen can be,--
+    His eyes so bright,
+    So full of light,
+  And see him leap right merrily!
+
+  His fur, you see, is yellowish gray,--
+  And he is nearly two feet long;
+    He lives on roots,
+    And nuts and fruits,
+  When he's his native woods among.
+
+  But here we give him bread and milk;
+  He never eats like dogs or lambs,
+    But takes it up
+    From out the cup
+  With his fore-foot, as we use hands.
+
+{188}
+
+  You'd laugh to see him, I am sure;
+  Of strawberries, too, he's very fond;
+    Will poke around
+    Till he has found
+  Each one among the hulls out-thrown.
+
+  Then, too, he's fond of nice clean clothes,
+  Will spring for sheet hung out to dry;
+    And children dressed
+    In very best,
+  Are sure to please his dainty eye.
+
+  No matter where his feet have been,
+  He'll spring and plant them, little pest,
+    On something white,
+    And then will fight
+  To hold, and hide it in his nest.
+
+* * * * *
+
+{189}
+
+  You've "come again to see our Coon"?
+  Well, he is gone; he plagued us so,
+    We sent the "Rac"
+    To Central Park,
+  Where you can see him when you go.
+
+  Oh yes, they're glad to get him, there;
+  They have no clothes hung out to dry;
+    And children aye
+    Must stand away,
+  For there a keeper's always nigh.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  A "Yes" and "No" are common, hard,
+    But "yes'm," "no-sir," choice;--
+  Let none but sweet and gentle words
+    Flow from your gift of voice.
+
+
+
+{190}
+
+
+_THE BANK-SWALLOWS._
+
+
+  In a village of Bank-Swallows,
+    You will find so many a nest,
+  "That you scarce can tell their number
+    Nor which one of them is best."
+
+{191}
+
+  In the sand-hill, see the openings,
+    Round or oval odd-shaped, some,
+  Size and form depending often,
+    On how loose the sand become.
+
+  When with their short bills they pecked it,
+    Clinging fast with claws the while,
+  Till they made an open door-way
+    Suiting them in size and style.
+
+  Once within, they peck and peck it,--
+    Sometimes quite a yard or more,
+  While the nest is snugly builded,
+    Farthest from the outer door.
+
+  But, so wise are they, this archway
+    From the entrance to the nest,
+  Is inclining ever upward,
+    That no rain within may rest.
+
+  So the pink-white eggs are laid there,
+    Safe from harm, till baby-birds
+  Chirrup forth to take their places,
+    'Mongst the self-sustaining herds.
+
+{192}
+
+  Smallest of the swallow species,
+    Homeliest, too, yet favorites dear,
+  For their graceful, airy movements,
+    And their simple, social cheer.
+
+  Found are they from North to South-land,
+    Known of every tribe and race;--
+  Swift in flight, yet swinging, swaying,
+    Skimming low from place to place.
+
+  Parent-birds care less for young ones,
+    Than do other swallow-kind;--
+  Push them off half-fledged and timid,
+    Each his food and home to find.
+
+  Thus they, many a time, fall prey to
+    Hawks and crows, their enemies;--
+  Even the nest sometimes is entered
+    By the snakes and fleas and flies.
+
+  Swallows migrate in the Winter,
+    From the cold to warmer climes,
+  Flying back as Spring approaches,
+    To the haunts of former times.
+
+{193}
+
+  "Ne'er one swallow makes a Summer,"
+    Is a saying everywhere;--
+  But when swallows come in myriads,
+    Blessed Summer-time is here.
+
+
+{194}
+
+
+_THE MOCKING-BIRD._
+
+
+  The New World boasts the Mocking-bird
+    And whether caged or free,
+  His wondrous voice pours forth in songs
+    Of rarest melody.
+
+  His notes swell out and die away,
+    As if a joyous soul
+  Were wrought to highest ecstacy,
+    All music to control.
+
+{195}
+
+  His native notes are bold and full,
+    And then he'll imitate,
+  Till it would seem the feathered tribe
+    Were all arrayed in state.
+
+  He'll whistle for the dog or cat,
+    Will squeak like chicken, hurt,
+  And cluck and crow and bark and mew,
+    So comical and curt.
+
+  While blue-birds warble, swallows scream,
+    Or hens will cackle clear.
+  In robin's song, the whip-poor-will
+    Pours forth his plaint so near.
+
+{196}
+
+  Canaries, hang-birds, nightingales,
+    He echoes loud and long;
+  While they stand silent, mortified,
+    He triumphs in his song.
+
+
+
+_THE BUSY BEES._
+
+
+  Why do the little busy bees
+    So dearly love their queen,
+  And wait upon and pay respect,
+    With watchful care and mien?
+
+{197}
+
+  Because the queen lays all the eggs,
+    And mothers all the young,
+  While every father-bee that's hatched
+    Is nothing but a drone.
+
+  The working bees might all be queens,
+    If cared for and well-fed
+  When they are in the larvae state,
+    But they're half-starved instead,--
+
+  While those intended for young queens
+    Are fattened overmuch,
+  And nursed and petted every hour,
+    That they full growth may reach.
+
+  For every different kind of egg
+    That makes the different bees,
+  A different kind of cell is made,
+    The queen directing these.
+
+  For drones or males, six-sided cells,
+    Quite neat, and smooth, and nice;
+  For working-bees a smaller cell,
+    Uncouth, and rough, and coarse;
+
+{198}
+
+  While those for queens are large and free,
+    And fashioned fine with care,
+  And lined with softest, silken shreds
+    So daintily they fare.
+
+  The queen-bee lays the worker-eggs,
+    A dozen days, I ween,
+  And then the drones as many more,
+    Then workers, then the queen.
+
+  Eggs, two or three, and sometimes four
+    Are laid in worker-cell;
+  While drones and queens have each but one,
+    As oft is proven well.
+
+  The bluish eggs so close and warm,
+    Hatch out with three days passed;    {199}
+  When larvae, white, as little worms,
+    Are watched and fed and nursed.
+
+  These larvae, when some six days old,
+    Close in their cells are shut,
+  And there at once begin to weave
+    A silken web about.
+
+  They turn and twist till all around
+    Themselves 'tis woven quite,
+  And then they rest for twenty days,--
+    'Tis such a pretty sight.
+
+  The small cocoons of working-bees,
+    The larger ones of drones,
+  The large and plump and perfect ones
+    Of all the coming queens.
+
+{200}
+
+  In twenty days they now burst forth,
+    Equipped from tip to toe,
+  The working-bees and drones, I mean,
+    For queens come forth more slow.
+
+  The queen cocoons ope from behind,
+    And I will tell you why,
+  'Tis that the reigning queen may sting
+    The others till they die.
+
+  If mother queen leads off a swarm,
+    A young queen they release,
+  And she may take another swarm,
+    And leave the hive in peace.
+
+  Another queen is then let out,
+    Perhaps a third and fourth,
+  As many as can raise a swarm,
+    To follow them, not loath;
+
+{201}
+
+  But when no more can swarm and go,
+    Because not bees enough,
+  As I have said, the reigning queen
+    Stings all the rest to death.
+
+  For in each hive and everywhere,
+    One queen alone will reign,
+  And any interloper meets
+    With sure and sharp disdain.
+
+  Of workers, some are strong to fly,
+    While some are weak and small,
+  Unfitted quite, for load or flight,
+    Or outside work at all.
+
+  These last complete the larvae-cells,
+    And nurse and feed the young;
+  They mix the bee-bread, cleanse the hive,
+    And care for every drone.
+
+  All bees have stings except the drones,
+    And these, when Autumn nears,
+  Are stung to death with furious wrath,
+    As by the book appears.
+
+{202}
+
+  And now I hope you children all,
+    Will use your wondrous power
+  To "gather honey all the day,
+    From every opening flower."
+
+
+{203}
+
+
+BBB R YYY
+B U YY
+
+[Footnote: Bees are wises; Be you wise.]
+
+
+{204}
+
+{205}
+
+
+_HONEY-SWEET._
+
+
+  "Ah, but how do bees make honey?"
+    Now the children, eager, ask;
+  And we'll try to give them answer,
+    If we're able for the task.
+
+  See, the under-lip is lengthened,
+    Like a trunk or proboscis,
+  Ending by a kind of button,
+    Fringed with tiny moving hairs.
+
+  All along its length, too, fringes,
+    Just the same, are growing forth;
+  And by means of these, the honey
+    Is conveyed from flowers to mouth.
+
+  Then the bee has two small stomachs,
+    In the first of which is stored
+  All the honey it can gather,
+    But, when home, 'tis quick out-poured.
+
+{206}
+
+  Bees have six legs; and in hindmost,
+    There are baskets found, or bags,
+  Into which the pollen gathered,
+    Is brushed off by the other legs.
+
+  And this pollen, for the bee-bread
+    And as food for young, they use,
+  Mixed with honey and with water,--
+   Swallowed and disgorged like juice
+
+  By the nurses, who digest it
+    Partly, for the larvae-food,
+  Taking care that each shall have it,
+    Just according to the brood.
+
+{207}
+
+  Now we'll watch and see them working;
+    See them brush off pollen-dust;
+  See them, too, disgorge the honey,
+    Into cells the sweetness thrust.
+
+  Children, with your useful fingers,
+    Hands and arms and feet and head,
+  Do not let the bees surpass you,
+    Making honey, nay, nor bread.
+
+
+{208}
+
+
+_WHAT THEY SAY._
+
+
+  Those creatures that chew the cud,
+    The "RUMINANTS" we call,
+  From "Rumen," or the stomach-pouch,
+    In which their food doth fall.
+
+  A "SPECIES" is a kind
+    Of animals or plants;--
+  Each species has a different name,
+    And differing traits and wants,--
+
+  And species may unite
+    To form a RACE we know,
+  For _race_ from _root_ is always drawn,
+    And _roots_ must spread and grow.
+
+{209}
+
+  That men and women are
+    The race most choice and fine,
+  We plainly see, and sometimes call,
+    The _Human Race Divine_.
+
+{210}
+
+  The noble Horse neighs out,
+    "I am the race _Equine_,
+  And nearest seem, and dearest to
+    The 'human race, divine.'"
+
+  The Ox and Cow l-o-o, l-o-o,
+    "We are the race _Bovine_;
+  And we most useful are, unto
+    The 'human race, divine.'"
+
+{211}
+
+  The Ass and Mule bray out,
+    "Our race is_ Assinine_,
+  And very like us seem some of
+    The 'human race, divine.'"
+
+  The Dog bow-wows as race
+    _Canine, Canine, Canine_;   {212}
+  While Tigers, Cats and Catamounts,
+    G-r-o-w-l, growl, as race _Feline_.
+
+  The Lion, king of beasts
+    (Feline), roars "_Leonine_;"--
+  The Lamb that's to lie down with him,
+    Ba-a, ba-as for race _Ovine_.
+
+{213}
+
+  Fishes in lakes or seas
+    or rivers Sport _Piscine_;
+  While birds in air or cages close,
+    Sing, "race _Avine, Avine_."
+
+  All bees in hives or wild,
+    Hum out the race _Apine_;   {214}
+  And reptiles all rejoicing crawl
+    In race _Reptilian_.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+  I've a name that's made up of three letters alone,--
+    That reads backwards and forwards the same;
+  I speak without sound,--yes, I talk without tongue.
+    And to beauty I lay the first claim.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+
+  A word of three syllables, children, now find,
+  That holds the whole twenty-six letters combined. [1]
+
+  The B ing m t, John put some:  [2]
+
+  stand take  to   taking
+  ----- ----  --   ------   [3]
+    I    you throw  my
+
+
+[Footnote 1: Alphabet]
+
+[Footnote 2: The grate being empty, John put some coal on.]
+
+[Footnote 3: I understand you undertake to overthrow my undertaking.]
+
+
+{215}
+
+
+_BRITAIN'S RULERS_.
+
+
+  Old Britain was under the Romans
+    From fifty-five years before Christ (55 B. C.)
+  To four hundred fifty-five (455 A. D.)
+    Then her eight States on home-rule insist.
+
+{216}
+
+  For many a year now they wrangle,
+    Ah! yes, for quite three seventy-two,
+  Being ruled now by this king, now that one,
+    As each might the former o'erthrow.
+
+  But ever since eight-twenty-seven (827),
+    Britain's rulers have reigned by descent,
+  From Egbert, first "Monarch of England,"
+    To Victoria, daughter of Kent.
+
+  A score reigned and fell.--Second Harold
+    In ten-sixty-six (1066), proud; usurps,
+  But soon in fierce battle is conquered
+    By William of Normandy's troops.
+
+  Then came William the Conqueror, a Norman,
+    Then William the Second, his son;
+  Then Henry and Stephen and Henry,
+    Then Richard (Coeur de Lion), and John.
+
+  Next Henry the Third, and First Edward,
+    Edward Second and Third, Richard, two (II).
+  Henrys Fourth, Fifth and Sixth, and Fourth Edward
+    Fifth Edward,--Third Richard, they rue.
+
+  Henry Seventh and Eighth, and Sixth Edward,
+    Then Mary, Bess, James, and Charles First,--
+  Eleven years then with no monarch;
+    Second Charles, Second James, not the worst.
+
+{217}
+
+  Then William and Mary, then Anne,
+    Four Georges, Fourth William, until
+  Came Victoria, long live her queenship,
+    For she wields her proud scepter with skill.
+
+
+{218}
+
+_OUR LAND_.
+
+
+  A ship sailed over the blue, salt sea,
+    For a man, Columbus called,
+  Had thought that the world was round, and he
+    Of the old ideas had palled.
+
+  So, in fourteen hundred and ninety-two,
+    He sailed across from Spain,
+  And found our continent so new--
+    The "land beyond the main."
+
+{219}
+
+  But jealousies and rivalries
+    And bickerings begun,
+  And Christopher Columbus now
+    With grief was overborne.
+
+  Americus Vespucius soon
+    Our shores came sailing round,
+  And stole the naming of the land
+    Columbus sought and found;
+
+  While he, Columbus, lay in chains,
+    And died in sore distress;
+  Yet won for us who tread his land,
+    A lasting blessedness.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+
+  Young I-know is saucy and pert,
+    And thinks himself wondrously wise;
+  But I-know, the second, steps in all so curt,
+    And you'd think that each might lose his eyes.
+
+
+{220}
+
+
+_SIGNS OF THE ZODIAC_.
+
+
+  THE annual path of the Sun,
+    The_ Ecliptic_ is called, as we see,--
+  And a belt, eight degrees, on each side,
+    The _Zodiac_ ever will be.
+
+  The principal planets all seem
+    To move in the zodiac lines,
+  While the belt, of itself, is cut up
+    Into twelve equal parts, called the _Signs_.
+
+  And these signs were first named, we are told,
+    From their fancied resemblance to beasts,
+  Which astronomers thought they could see
+    In the stars, from the West to the East.
+
+{221}
+
+  There is Aries, the Ram, then the Bull,
+    Which is Taurus,--then Gemini, Twins;
+  Then Cancer, a Crab and then Leo,
+    A Lion, and Virgo, Virgin.
+
+  Next Libra, the Balance or Scales,
+    And Scorpio, a Scorpion (with sting),--
+  Sagittarius, the Archer or Arrow,--
+    Capricornus, a Goat's horn we bring.
+
+{222}
+
+  Aquarius, the Bearer of Water,--
+    And Pisces, or Fish from the sea,--
+  All together make twelve, and a wonder
+    It is, that these fancies should be.
+
+
+{223}
+
+
+_GRAPHO_.
+
+
+  Children, you ought to know
+    That _Grapho_ can but mean
+  To picture out, or tell about,
+    Some object or some thing.
+
+  Now _Geo_ means the _earth_;
+    And so Geography
+  Means picturing out or telling about
+    This earth of ours, you see.
+
+  As _Phono_ means a _sound_,
+    Phonography so terse,
+  Just pictures out or tells about
+    The sounds of the human voice.
+
+{224}
+
+  As _Photo_ means the _light_,
+    Photography must mean
+  A picturing of the light that falls
+    Upon a thing, I ween.
+
+  Now _Astro_ means the _stars_;
+    And hence Astrography
+  Means to describe or tell about
+    The stars we all may see.
+
+  And then Astronomy
+    Tells all the various laws
+  That govern or relate to stars;
+    Of their motions tells the cause.
+
+  Now _Bios_ means a _life_;
+    And so Biography
+  Means writing out the life of one,
+    Which we may often see.
+
+  _Zoos_ means _animal_;
+    And your Zoography
+  Describes the animals that live
+    On land or in the sea.
+
+{225}
+
+  Then there's Stenography,
+    A writing narrow, small,
+  Or, as so many call it now,
+    "Short-hand," which tells it all.
+
+  And then Xylography--
+    Engraving upon wood;
+  And Crystallography as well,
+    That tells of crystals good.
+
+  But these are _ographies_
+    Enough for now, you think;
+  Yet when you're older, wiser grown,
+    You many more will link.
+
+
+{226}
+
+
+_THE STOP FAMILY_.
+
+
+  "I'm a dot with a quirk," whispers little Miss Comma,
+    "And you'll please not to pause long for me."
+  "I'm a dot over Comma," says Miss Semicolon,
+    "And you'll pause twice as long where I be."
+
+  "I am dot over dot," Master Colon speaks out,
+    "You'll pause longer for me than they say:"
+  "I am one dot alone," Period says with a tone
+    That means: "Stop when you see me obey!"
+
+{227}
+
+  "I'm a hook over dot," says Dame Interrogation,
+    "I ask questions; but answer? O, nay!"
+  "I'm a splash over dot," says old Sir Exclamation;
+    "I show wonder, delight, or dismay!"
+
+  "I'm a line east and west," says Miss Dash, "and I'm best
+    At changing of subjects, you know."--
+  "I am Dash's small sister," says Hyphen, and kissed her;
+    "I unite words, or syl-la-bles, so."
+
+  Then said Marks of Parenthesis (carefully curved),
+    "We inclose what you well may omit;
+  But we're often displaced by Miss Dash (in your haste),
+    Whom you sadly mistake for a wit."
+
+  Now Apostrophe, Caret, Quotation, exclaimed:
+    "We are commas and hyphens combined;
+  We leave out, or put in, or reveal to your kin
+    What you've said, when their backs you're behind."
+
+  Then Star, Daggers, Parallels, Paragraph too,
+    Started up, staring wildly about,    {228}
+  With "We rise to explain on the margin, 'tis plain,
+    Or to point a new paragraph out."
+
+  Of the whole Punctuation, each knew his own station.
+    Each did his own duty, we see;
+  If we do ours as well, and of their's, too, can tell,
+    We shall soon learn good readers to be.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+
+  "All is not gold that glitters;"
+    Yet think not, children mine,
+  That all that glitters is not gold;
+    The true must ring and shine.
+
+
+
+{229}
+
+
+_LITTLE MISCHIEF_.
+
+
+  Little Master Mischief
+    Lives in Nellie's eye,
+  Sitting in the corner,
+    Peeping out so sly;
+  Now he's crossed the snow-ground
+    And in chamber blue,
+  Thinking he is hidden,
+    Peek-a-boos at you.
+
+  Now he drops the curtain,
+    Sure that he is hid,
+  But you see him dancing
+    Even on the lid.
+  Now, the curtains lifting,
+    You can see he's crept
+  To the inner chamber,
+    Where the love-light slept.
+
+  Watching now his moment
+    He pops out, and see,
+  Mamma's spools and thimble
+    Quickly disagree.
+
+{230}
+
+{231}
+
+  Shall we punish Mischief?
+    Better teach the child
+  How to hold and lead him,
+    Running now so wild.
+
+  Would she like her playthings
+    Scattered here and there,
+  When she had arranged them?
+    Would she think it fair?
+  Would she like her puzzle
+    Portions of it, lost?
+  Would she like her dishes
+    Everywhere uptossed?
+  Would she like her apron
+    With a missing string,
+  Mamma hunting, meanwhile,
+    Thread and everything?
+
+  Nellie, learn the lesson:
+    Be to others true,
+  Always do as you would
+    Have them do to you.
+
+{232}
+
+  This the dear Lord's precept,--
+    This the Golden Rule,--
+  This the highest lesson
+    In our Nellie's school.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  Be gentle and loving,
+    Be kind and polite;
+  Be thoughtful for others,
+    Be sure and do right.
+
+
+{233}
+
+
+_GRANDMA'S CANARY._
+
+
+  Grandma loves her birdy,
+    And when he gaily sings,
+  She will laugh and chat with him,
+    At which he hops and springs.
+
+  Fearing though, that birdy
+    Might not understand,
+  Grandma from the toy-shop,
+    Brought a whistle grand.
+
+  Tuning now the whistle,
+    To his sweet bird-note,
+  He in singing back to her,
+    Nearly burst his throat,
+
+{234}
+
+  Birdy, free outflying,
+    Often comes to light
+  On Grandma's tip-of-finger
+    Or chair-back, pretty sight!
+
+  From her hand she feeds him,
+    And he oft will take
+  From her mouth the sugar,
+    With a merry shake.
+
+  Yester-morn the window
+    Being open wide,
+  Birdy thought it brighter
+    On the outer side.
+
+  Grandma mourning sadly,
+    Shed of tears a few,
+  Then she prayed the Father,
+    "Show me what to do."
+
+  Soon she set his cage out
+    On the window-sill,
+  Saying, "Birdy'll come now,
+    Oh, I'm sure he will!"
+
+{235}
+
+  Then she, hopeful, praying,
+    "Bring my birdy home,"
+  Took the sweet bird-whistle,
+    Playing "Birdy, come."
+
+  And the birdy hearing,
+    Quickly came and lit
+  On the cage, and shortly
+    Flitted into it.
+
+  Thankful now was Grandma,
+    To the dear Lord, who,
+  Listening to her prayer
+    Taught her what to do.
+
+
+{236}
+
+
+_A BABY'S FAITH_.
+
+
+  Our Maude was dancing with her doll,
+    In childhood's chattering glee;
+  A brimming bucket standing by,
+    The maiden failed to see,
+  And skipping, tripped; the bucket tipped;
+    The water, cool and clear,              {237}
+  Was rudely swayed, but, undismayed,
+    And quickly kneeling near,
+  Both little hands she spread above
+    The water's merry surge.
+  "And what's she doing there," we ask?
+    No answer, till we urge,
+  And then, "Why mamma, don't you know
+    God stilled the waves so wild,
+  With His great hand? And so I thought,
+    Although I'm but a child,
+  That I might still these little waves
+    With my two hands so small;
+  And mamma, see, they're quiet now!
+    But where's my baby-doll?"
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+_HEALTH AND HAPPINESS_.
+
+
+  Mamma keeps her children
+    In the happiest mood
+  When she feeds them only
+    With the simplest food.
+  Viands clog and pain them,
+    Then they fret and cry,
+  And then when she whips them,
+    Everything's awry.
+
+
+{238}
+
+
+_THE MEADOW QUAILS_.
+
+
+  Over in the meadow where the men make hay,
+  In an elm-tree shadow on a bright summer day,
+  Two speckled quails ponder as to what will be best,
+  Should the stout mower blunder on their pretty home-nest.
+
+  But a cloud in a minute from her great white bed
+  Threw a big silver bonnet o'er the sun's golden head
+  And the quails, though they wondered would their home be beset,
+  Cried aloud, and it thundered: "More wet! more wet!"
+
+{239}
+
+  Then the great sturdy yeoman coming close to the nest,
+  With the heart of a true man beating soft in his breast,
+  Saw the parent-quails watching, with what fear who can tell?
+  Saw the baby-quails hatching, hardly out of the shell.
+
+  And who knows but he thought of his own precious baby
+  His dear little daughter in her mother's arms, maybe?
+  For he quickly made over that portion of meadow
+  With the sweetest of clover, and the softest of shadow.
+
+  To the quails who all summer lived alongside the lane,
+  Ever warning the farmer of the forth-coming rain;
+  For long ere it thundered and I hear the cry yet
+  They would call as they wandered, "More wet! More wet!"
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+  DIDN'T-THINK is a heedless lad
+    And never takes the prize:
+  Remember-well wins every time.
+    For he is quick and wise.
+
+
+{240}
+
+
+_THE LITTLE HOUSEWIFE_.
+
+
+  This little girl knows how to make
+  A batch of bread, or loaf of cake;
+  She helps to cook potatoes, beets,
+  To boil or bake the fish and meats.
+  She knows to sweep and make a bed,
+  Can hem a handkerchief for Ned;
+  In short, a little housewife she,
+  As busy as the busy bee.
+
+{241}
+
+  Let every girl learn how to do
+  All things that help to make life true;
+  That serve to keep the home-hearth bright;
+  That o'er life's burdens throw a light.
+  And then if she may never need
+  Herself to labor, she may lead
+  Her household in the better way,
+  That eft shall bring a brighter day.
+
+  The boys, too, let them learn to know
+  Of household duties, and to sew;
+  For oft a button, oft a rip,
+  By sewing they may save a "fip."
+  Yes, let them know that "woman's work"
+  With many a turn and many a quirk,
+  Is not "a play with straws," as some.
+  Would seem to think. 'Tis making home.
+
+
+{242}
+
+
+_MOTHER-LOVE_.
+
+
+  "AR-G-O-O, ar-g-o-o," is the song of songs,
+    To the loving mother's ear;
+  "Ar-g-o-o, ar-g-o-o," these baby notes
+    Fill all the house with cheer.
+
+  The baby's laugh, the baby's coo.
+    The baby's every move,
+  Is music, joy, and grace to her,
+    Who is rich in mother-love.
+
+{243}
+
+  The precious pearl that is first unlocked
+    By Nature's mystic key,
+  From out the baby's jewel-box,
+    Makes mamma's jubilee.
+
+  The day of baby's mastership
+    To raise himself upright,
+  An era marks along the way,
+    By mother-love made light.
+
+  Her mother-voice lures on his step,
+    Her care protects from harm;
+  While deeper into her heart he glides,
+    With every opening charm.
+
+  And when he "ma-ma" sweetly says,
+    Or "pa-pa," in her breast
+  His throne is fixed forevermore,
+    This prince of babes confessed.
+
+  When threads of thought begin to spin,
+    And webs of mind to weave,
+  When kindling soul looks out at eyes
+    That know not to deceive,--
+
+  The mother's holiest task to keep
+    Her darling pure and true;
+  Her constant care, her watchful prayer,
+    Alone can guide him through
+
+{244}
+
+  The maze his youthful feet must tread,
+    And if perchance he fall,
+  Her baby still in him she sees,
+    Her love can cover it all.
+
+  O, the wondrous love the baby brings,
+    Is far beyond our ken!
+  We only know that the fount once oped,
+    Can never be dry again.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+
+_IT SNOWS! IT SNOWS!_
+
+
+  It snows! yes, it snows! and the children are wild,
+  At thought of the fun in the snow-drifts up-piled;
+  The boy with his first new boots is in sight,
+  And the wee baby-girl, with her mittens so bright.
+  They are tramping and tossing the snow as they run,
+  And laughing and shouting, so brimful of fun;
+  While the ten-year-old twins, in a somersault mood,
+  Have measured their length from the barn to the wood.
+  A dozen times, yes, or it may be a score,
+  Till their cheeks are as red as the roses, and more;
+  Then the elfin of twelve and the boy of fifteen,
+  Are pelting each other with snowballs so keen,
+  That we, who are older, forget to be staid,    {245}
+  And shout, each with each, as the youngsters, arrayed
+  In feathery garments, press on or retreat,
+  Determined to win, nor acknowledge defeat,
+  And the snow tumbles down with such beauty and grace
+  That the air seems filled up with soft, bridal-veil lace,
+  Through whose meshes the sunbeams shall kiss Mother Earth,
+  Till the buds and the blossoms are bred into birth.
+  But the children, at length, tired out with their play,
+  And stamping the snow from their feet by the way,
+  Come slipping and stumbling and scrambling along,
+  While the big brother catching the baby-girl's song,
+  "Oh, my finders are told!" gives her now a gay toss,
+  The golden hair streaming like distaff of floss;
+  And so cheery the group that is ranged round the board,
+  That for snow, blessed snow! we all thank the good Lord.
+
+
+{246}
+
+{247}
+
+AN OLD SAW.
+
+    "If you'll break the first brake
+    And will kill the first snake,
+    You'll be sure to go through
+    With what you undertake."
+
+  Thus our Grandma, quaint but queenly,
+    Taught us grand-bairns one by one;
+  And the lesson relished keenly
+    Filled each spring-time full of fun.
+
+  For the watchful eyes were eager,
+    And the flying feet must roam
+  Till they every nook beleaguer
+    Round the old ancestral home.
+
+* * * * *
+
+  But 'twas not the broken brakelet
+    That wrought good for after years;
+  Not the killing of the snakelet,
+    But the conquering of fears,
+
+  And the patient, wistful watching,
+    Educating thought and eye,
+  Made the brakelet and the snakelet
+    Types of weal for bye and bye.
+
+
+{248}
+
+
+_THE DANDELION BLOSSOM._
+
+
+     In the spring when the grass
+     Had sprung up in the pass,
+  And the meadows with velvet were green,
+     We children would tease,
+     "O, dear mother, please
+     Let us doff shoes and stockings,
+     (Ah! naught gave us shockings),
+  And barefooted run o'er the leas,
+  Aye, barefooted run o'er the leas."
+
+     And mother, so wise,
+     Looking into our eyes,--             {249}
+ "There's a snowdrift down under the hill!
+     But when you will bring me,
+     Yes, when you will fling me
+     A dandelion blossom
+     To wear on my bosom
+  You may barefooted run as you will,
+  Aye, barefooted run as you will."
+
+     So for "guineas of gold,"
+     O'er the dandelion-wold,
+  We hunted afar and anear;
+     And with shouts of delight
+     We all greeted the sight
+     Of the fully-blown flower
+     Presaging the shower
+  Of bright blossoms that brought us such cheer,
+  Aye, the blossoms that brought us such cheer.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+
+  FEAR naught save that which slimes thee o'er
+    With falsity or fraud:--
+  Let thine own soul stand clean and white
+    Before its maker, God.
+
+
+{250}
+
+
+_SUNSHINE._
+
+
+  The sun shines on forever
+    Though clouds may hide his face;
+  His brightness and his glory
+    The whole wide world may trace
+  For clouds are naught but vapor
+    Whose fleecy veils unfold,
+  And softest silver lining
+    We then with joy behold.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+_OUR ETHEL._
+
+
+  Our Ethel was not always,
+    As people may have thought,
+  A goody-goody little girl
+    Who never mischief wrought.
+
+  Oh, no, our darling Ethel,
+    The precious little woman,
+  Although so very dear to us,
+    Was most intensely human.
+
+  She waded into mischief
+    Like ducklets into water,
+  And kept us ever on the watch
+    With, "Daughter!" "Oh, my Daughter!"
+
+{251}
+
+  She took the ribbon from her hair
+    The kitten to bedeck,
+  Then brought its tail between its legs
+    And tied it tail and neck.
+
+  She took her dolly to the pump
+    And pinned it on the spout,
+  And then with all her might and main
+    She pumped the water out.
+
+  "Oh, little Haynth tho' thelfith,'
+    She cried, because her cousin     {252}
+  Besought one pillow, while she hugged
+    Them all, a half a dozen.
+
+  She found a bell that tinkled,
+    And fastened it, for fun,
+  'Round kitty's neck then clapped her hands,
+    And cried, run! Kitty, run!
+
+  She fain would pick the eyes out,
+    Of little baby-brother,
+  "To find the pretty balls like those
+    In fishes' eyes, and other."
+
+{253}
+
+  And then she'd fold her little hands
+    So quaintly and demurely,
+  You'd think she must be quite a saint,
+    Or not a sinner, surely.
+
+  And thus her pranks from day to day
+    And hour to hour repeated,
+  Would bring the thought, "Tis all for naught,
+    Our aims are all defeated."
+
+* * * * *
+
+  Nay, nay, not so, the years roll by,
+    And Ethel's baby-mischief
+  Becomes the power that leads her kind,
+    For by her force she is chief.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+_THE SIX SISTERS._
+
+  ONE of us e'er lives in dates,
+  One in every peach awaits;
+  One in pine-apple is found,
+  One in orange, bright and round,
+  One in plum, so luscious sweet,
+  And our last in strawberry--treat.
+
+
+{254}
+
+
+_THE LITTLE GIRLS' LETTER TO GOD._
+
+
+  Now Susy's such a naughty dirl,
+    And I ain't any better,
+  And so we thought we just would wite
+    The dear dood Dod a letter.
+
+  And tell him all about our bad,
+    Betause he'd have to know,
+  Or else he touldn't mate us dood,
+    And so we told him how,
+
+{255}
+
+  Once when I spit on Susy's dwess
+    Then Susy spit on me;
+  And when I bwote her dolly's arm
+    She smashed my Twistmas-twee.
+
+  Then when I pushed her off the wall,
+    She spattered me with mud;
+  When I pulled up her tolumbine,
+    She snapped my wed wose-bud
+
+{256}
+
+  I talled her "old dwanmother Dwill"
+    And she tailed me "old maid,"--
+  And then we stwatched each others' eyes
+    Down in the darden shade.
+
+  And then my ma and Susy's ma
+    Both said the only way
+  Would be to teep us little dirls
+    Apart in all our play.
+
+{257}
+
+  And so the bid, brown date was shut,
+    And that was such a bother,--
+  'Tause Susy's yard was on one side
+    And mine was on the other.
+
+  But we tould peet thwough all the twats,
+    And tiss us thwough the hole
+  Where the bid, udly knot tame out,
+    As bid as Susy's bowl,
+
+  For I love Susy awful much,
+    And Susy she loves me,
+  And so we told the dear, dood Dod
+    We'd twy dood dirls to be.
+
+  So now when we just feel the bad
+    A-tomin' in our heart,
+  We both wun home and shut the date
+    And teep ourselves apart.
+
+  And in a minute all the dood
+    Tomes bat,--and then our plays
+  Seem nicer yet, and we fordet
+    The naughty,--naughty--ways.
+
+
+{258}
+
+{259}
+
+
+_GRANDMA'S LESSONS._
+
+
+  "Tis guilt to wear the garb of sin,
+  Though all be innocent within,"
+  These little girls heard grandma say,
+  And wondered if 'twere half in play.
+  But when they're wiser, older grown,
+  And when the world to them is known,
+  They'll learn to shun even seeming ill;
+  They'll learn with grace their lives to fill,
+  And thank dear grandma o'er and o'er,
+  For this, and many lessons more.
+  "'Tis guilt to wear the garb of sin,
+  Though all be innocent within."
+
+  "If you do well by others' ills,
+  You'll do right well," she said,
+  When we would come and tell about
+  The naughtiness of Ned.
+  "Now children, if you shun the bad
+  You may in others find,
+  And never let yourself be rude,
+  Or naughty, or unkind,
+  You'll learn to do by others' ills
+  Right well," dear grandma said,
+  "And in the way that's good and true,
+  Your youthful feet shall tread."
+
+
+{260}
+
+
+_MY LITTLE FOUR-YEARS-OLD_
+
+Telling Dolly what she will say to her birthday friends
+
+
+  I'm four years old to-day, and I
+  Can talk enough for ten birth-days,
+    And I shan't rhyme it, neither;--
+  For little girls can't do it nice.
+  No matter what they think, and so
+    They needn't try, no, never.
+
+  I'm glad you all are here, and now,
+  With all our dollies in a row,
+    I'm sure we'll have good times;
+  And when we have our apples, grapes,
+  And nuts and figs and patty-cakes,
+    Who'll care for silly rhymes!
+
+
+{261}
+
+
+_HANDSOME DICK._
+
+
+  ELZIE'S kitty, white as snow,
+  Loves his little mistress so,
+  That he'll come at her command,
+  Lift his paw to shake her hand,
+  Bow his head and kneel to her,
+  Rumpling all his milk-white fur;
+  Many another pretty trick,
+  Too, he's learned, our Elzie's Dick.
+
+{262}
+
+  Well, the Church-Fair coming on,
+  Elzie thought, "What can be done
+  By a little girl like me,
+  In the cause of charity?"
+
+  Mam'a told her she would show
+  Her some fancy work to do,
+  Which a half-a-dozen dimes
+  Sure would bring;--so, many times
+  Elzie made her fingers fly
+  Neat and nice to form the "tie."
+  Now our Elzie, large and fine,
+  Looks like twelve, though only nine--
+  And the "tie" when quite complete,
+  Was so small, though choice and neat,
+  That it could not be denied,
+  Elzie was not satisfied.
+  So she shook her curly head,
+  As with curious smile she said:
+  "If I were a _little_ girl,
+  Like Nannette or Cousin Pearl,
+  This wee 'tie' might then appear
+  Just the thing,--but now, I fear,
+  Looking at the 'tie' and me,
+  We shall seem to disagree.--
+
+{263}
+
+  Now, Mamma, don't answer quick;
+  Stop and think,--my snowy Dick
+  At the Fair might win some pence,
+  By his wise obedience;
+  And his pretty winsome ways
+  Being shown through all the days;--
+  And, dear Mamma, then I should
+  Feel I'd done the best I could."
+
+  Quickly Mamma took the thought,
+  And a royal cage was brought;
+  Cushion made of scarlet bright,--
+  For our Dicky, pure and white,
+  Thus was wont to perch and sit,--
+  And a collar blue we fit
+  To his neck, when loyal, true,
+  He presents red, white, and blue.
+
+  So the cage is placed within
+  A sly corner, free from din,
+  And with tickets five cents each,
+  Elzie sought her end to reach.
+
+{264}
+
+  "Handsome Dick! weight fifteen pounds"--
+  Whispers Elzie on her rounds;
+  "What is 'Handsome Dick'?" they say;
+  "Come and see, please,--step this way;"
+
+  And once seen they're glad to tell
+  Others of white Dick, as well;--
+  For the cat, as knowing now
+  He must make his courtliest bow.
+
+{265}
+
+  Did his best to help along
+  Elzie's plan, the friends among.
+  Upon his cushion he would stand,
+  Or sit, as Elzie might command;
+  Then down upon his blanket lie
+  And be wrapped up like baby-bye;
+  Would lap his milk, or dainty, sip,
+  And shake his pretty under-lip,
+  Thus showing teeth as white as pearl,--
+  Then round and round would quickly whirl,
+  Till each one seeing, cheerful, said:
+  "For that five cents I'm sure we're paid."
+
+  Thus the three days passing by,
+  Which the Fair must occupy--
+  Dollars ten--ah, yes! and more,
+  Elzie holds within her store!
+  Dues for cage and tickets met,
+  And the _ten_ is Elzie's yet,--
+  Which unto the Fair she gave
+  With an air so joyful-grave,
+  That it seemed a spirit bright,
+  Nestled in her heart so light;--
+  And a happier child than she,
+  We may never hope to see.
+
+
+{266}
+
+
+_BESSIE'S KISSES._
+
+
+
+  Kisses, kisses, raining, raining,
+    On her lips, her cheeks, her brow,
+  Till she, wearied, "Daughter, darling,
+    Mamma's had enough for now."
+  "Ah! but Bessie has so many!"--
+    Naught the pretty prattler daunts;
+  Mamma pleading, baby shouting,
+    "Ah! but Bessie's more'n she wants."
+
+
+{267}
+
+
+_THE DINNER-POT._
+
+
+  The homeliest things are highest worth,
+    The dinner-pot's a treasure
+  Compared with diamonds, chains and rings,
+    Which serve alone for pleasure;--
+  Enwreathe the dinner-pot with flame,
+    And fill it with love's mixings,
+  And it possesses charms beyond
+    All gold or fancy fixings.
+
+  And then, our bony frame-work, too,
+    So stiff and hard and homely,
+  Will serve when plumpness all is gone,
+    And lost is all that's comely.
+  Fling beauty, grace and sweetness round,
+    Festoon your lives with flowers,
+  But ne'er forget that plainest things
+    Are life's most precious dowers.
+
+
+{268}
+
+
+_NANNY'S PLAY._
+
+
+  Our Nanny helped her mother
+    In many a childish way,--
+  She picked up chips to feed the fire,
+    And "played that it was play."
+
+  She loved the hens and chickens
+    And fed them day by day,
+  And dubbed them each with quaintest name,
+    And this was always play.
+
+  She hunted through the big barn
+    For hens' nests in the hay,
+  And fetched the eggs right carefully,
+    And this again was play.
+
+  She donned her mother's dust-cap
+    And danced about so gay,
+  And planned how she would house-keep,
+    And this was "truly play."
+
+{269}
+
+  With basin full of water
+    She scrubbed the door one day,
+  And splashed about till mother dear
+    Must work instead of play.
+
+{270}
+
+  With brush and broom a-sweeping
+    She fluttered like a fay;
+  The broken cup soon told her
+    'Twas anything but play.
+
+{271}
+
+  She romped around the hay-field
+    And shook the new-mown hay,
+  And with her baby-rake she gleaned
+    The meadow for her play.
+
+  She ran to pick the berries
+    That ripened by the way,
+  And with her basket full to brim
+    This was the best of play.
+
+  So many things, so many,
+    Far more than I can say,
+  Our Nanny in her childhood
+    Has "played that it was play."
+
+
+{272}
+
+
+_NANNY'S LESSONS._
+
+
+  Our Nanny was but four years old
+    When mother said, "My love,
+  Your needle learn with skill to use,
+    It will a blessing prove."
+
+  So Nanny learned to "overhand,"
+    And "hem" so fine and neat,
+  To "backstitch," "run," and many a join
+    That she could scarce repeat.
+
+{273}
+
+  She learned to "catch-stitch" and to "cross,"
+    To "patch" and "darn," as well,
+  To "gather," "plait," "box-plait" and "side,"
+    To "feather-stitch" and "fell."
+
+  She sewed the buttons fast, and "worked
+    The buttonholes" so neat,
+  That many an eld accomplishes
+    With less success, the feat.
+
+  "Be sure your thread is smooth and strong,
+    A goodly knot or two,
+  A double stitch for first, and then
+    A fastening sure when through;
+
+  "And thus your seams will never rip,
+    Your sewing never wear,--
+  Like buttons loose and hooks awry,--
+    A slip-shod, shiftless air."
+
+  All this and more her mother taught,
+    And Nanny conned it o'er
+  Till she was versed in all the arts
+    That point the seamster's lore.
+
+
+{274}
+
+{275}
+
+
+  Her ninth birthday, and mother said
+   "You're old enough to care
+  For all your clothing now, my child,
+    Except the best you wear.
+
+  "And here, within this little chest,
+     And in this drawer wide,
+  You'll keep them ranged so neat and nice,
+    Whatever may betide.
+
+  "A place for this, a place for that,
+    Each garment grouped aright,
+  That you may lay your little hand
+    Upon it, day or night.
+
+  "No garment must be laid within,
+    Except it ready be,
+  To don and wear, for thus you spare
+    Us trouble, you and me."
+
+  And Nanny, pleased with mother's trust,
+    Accepted it with pride,
+  And, in her heart, the lessons learned
+    Forevermore abide.
+
+
+{276}
+
+
+_NANNY'S RIDE._
+
+
+  Our Nanny oft in fancy
+    Soared up, the earth above,
+  And sailed the great air-ocean
+    With skylark or with dove.
+
+  And in this fashion musing,
+    One sunny summer's day,
+  Half-watching mother mending
+    And baby-brother play,
+
+  Without a word of warning
+    The old umbrella came,
+  Opened upside down before her,
+    And whispered soft her name.
+
+{277}
+
+  "Come, Nanny you've been longing
+    For a ride, and now's your time:
+  Jump in,--be quick! And careful, too,
+    For I'm o'erpast my prime."
+
+  So, springing in, she sat there
+    As happy as you please,
+  And through the open window,
+    Was borne upon the breeze.
+
+  The sparrows eyed her keenly,
+    The doves left off their cooing,
+  And children, cause they couldn't go,
+    Set up a grand boo-hoo-ing.
+
+  She bobbed against a clothes-line,
+    And all the wash went flying;   {278}
+  The good dame cried, "A witch! a witch!
+    The saints forefend my drying."
+
+  And next she got entangled
+    In the telegraphic wires;
+  And when she jerked away from them,
+    She bumped against the spires.
+
+  She hit the tallest chimneys,
+    And set the smoke a-curling,
+  Then knocked a flag-pole all awry,
+    The stars and stripes a-whirling.
+
+  Now, far beyond the city,
+    With mountains in her face,
+  An eagle pounced to catch her,
+    But she quickly won the race.
+
+{279}
+
+  Within a mountain cavelet,
+    Two baby-bears so young,
+  Smiled on her as she passed them,
+    And greetings to her flung.
+
+  She heard the thunder rolling.
+    And saw the lightning's glare,
+  From clouds away beneath her,
+    While 'round her all was fair.
+
+{280}
+
+{281}
+
+  She met a cherub driving
+    A brace of butterflies,
+  While dancing on a gorgeous one,
+    Away in wonder-skies.
+
+  She saw an angel lighting
+    The stars up one by one,
+  As he balanced on a cloudlet
+    That was left behind the sun.
+
+  She heard angelic music,
+    Far up, the blue along,
+  And knew 'twas Mary crooning o'er
+    Her first sweet cradle-song.
+
+{282}
+
+  She saw such wondrous pictures,
+    So beautiful and grand,
+  Such skyscapes and such cloudscapes,
+    Such waterscapes and land.
+
+  But now the fluttering insects
+    All round her plainly told
+  That she was nearing Mother Earth
+    Far o'er the daisy-wold;
+
+  And startled at the distance
+    From home, the baby screaming
+  And mother still a-mending there,
+    Told Nanny she'd been dreaming.
+
+
+{283}
+
+
+_THE RACE._
+
+
+  A hop, a skip, and a gambol,
+  A run, a tumble, a scramble,
+  An up-and-a-going,
+  A laughing-and-crowing,
+  A weal-and-a-woe-ing,--
+  Yes, a race for a ball
+  Or a toy we may call,
+  This race that is human,--
+  For child, man, or woman,
+  Tis one and the same,
+  A mysterious game
+  That is played by us all,
+  And we each get a fall;
+  And so many it may be
+  That forever a baby
+  We feel in the race
+  For a name and a place.
+
+
+
+{284}
+
+
+_OUR KENNETH._
+
+
+Written for our pet, as indicative of what he _should be_ but _is not_.
+
+
+  Know ye our little black-eyed boy?
+    His name is Kenney Stone;
+  Now listen, for he always speaks
+    In such a gentle tone.
+
+  He never says "I will!" "I wi'n't!"
+    He's never rough nor rude,
+  But always bows with, "Thank you; please;"
+    And tries to be so good.
+
+  Our Kenneth never kicks nor strikes,
+    Nor makes an ugly face;
+  He never slides down banisters,
+    Nor puts things out of place.
+
+  He never says a naughty word,
+    Nor tells a big, big story!
+  O, no, nor even a little one,
+    To make us all so sorry.
+
+{285}
+
+{286}
+
+  Our Kenneth is a gentleman,
+    He will not scratch nor bite;
+  He never speaks to any child,
+    A word that is not right.
+
+  Our Kenneth never slams the doors
+    Nor stamps along the halls;
+  He goes away when he is told,
+    And comes when mamma calls.
+
+  Our Kenneth, everybody loves,
+    Because he's so polite,
+  Our darling little black-eyed boy,
+    Our Kenney Stone so bright.
+
+
+{287}
+
+
+_TO MY TEN-YEARS-OLD._
+
+
+  On thy cheek the roses lie;
+    Lilies, on thy forehead fair;
+  Violets blue, in each bright eye,
+    Sunbeams, in thy golden hair.
+
+  Pearls, within thy coral lips,
+    Ears and nostrils, crystal-clear,
+  Dainty, sea-shell finger tips,
+    Form, a sylph might love to wear.
+
+  Yet no beauty, thou, my child,
+    Save as filled with inward grace;
+  Save a spirit, undefiled,
+    Warm thy heart and wreathe thy face.
+
+
+
+{288}
+
+
+_DARE TO SAY NO._
+
+
+  Dear children, you are sometimes led
+    To sorrow, sin, and woe,             {289}
+  Because you have not courage quite,
+    And dare not answer, No.
+
+  When playmates tell you this, or that
+    Is "very nice to do,"
+  See first what mamma says, or if
+    You think 'tis wrong, say No.
+
+  Be always gentle, but be firm.
+    And wheresoe'er you go,
+  If you are asked to do what's wrong,
+    Don't fear to answer, No.
+
+  False friends may laugh and sneer at you.
+    Temptations round you flow,
+  But prove yourself both brave and true,
+    And firmly tell them, No.
+
+  Sometimes a thing that's not a sin,
+    You might be asked to do,--
+  But when you think it is not best,
+    Don't yield, but answer, No.
+
+  True friends will honor you the more,
+    Ah, yes, and false ones too,
+  When they have learned you're not afraid
+    To stand and answer, No.
+
+{290}
+
+  And when temptations rise within,
+    And plead to "come," or "go,"
+  And do a wrong for "_just this once_"
+    Be sure you answer, No.
+
+  For when you once have done a Wrong,
+    The Right receives a blow,--
+  And Wrong will triumph easier now,
+    So haste and answer, No.
+
+  There's many a little boy and girl,
+    And man and woman too,
+  Have gone to ruin and to death
+    For want of saying, No!
+
+  So, young or old, or great or small,
+    Don't fail, whate'er you do,
+  To stand for Right and nobly dare
+    To speak an honest No.
+
+
+{291}
+
+
+_ASK MOTHER._
+
+
+  Yes, my darling, when you question,
+    I will answer, simple, plain,
+  Just the Truth;--and when playmate
+    Tells you anything again,
+  Come to Mother, she will tell you,
+    Yes, and tell you always true,
+  For she knows what's low and sinful,
+    And what's right and wrong for you.
+
+
+
+_TELL MOTHER._
+
+  'Tis wrong, my dear, to do a thing
+    That mother must not know;
+  And when your playmates, old or young,
+    Shall tell you thus to do,
+  Leave them at once, and quickly come
+    To your dear Mother's side,
+  And tell her,--for she'll know what's wrong,
+    And she will be your guide.
+
+
+{292}
+
+
+_DON'T TELL A LIE._
+
+
+  Don't tell a lie, dear children,
+    No matter what you do,--           {292}
+  Own up and be a hero,
+    Right honest, brave, and true.
+
+  You'd better have a whipping
+    Each day than tell a lie,--
+  No, not a "white one," even,
+    They lead to blackest dye.
+
+  The rod but hurts your body,
+    While lies deform your soul;--
+  Don't mind the present smarting,
+    Keep the spirit pure and whole.
+
+  But I am sure that mamma
+    And papa, too, will try
+  To help you children tell the Truth,
+    Nor drive you to a lie.
+
+  They will not punish harshly,
+    Nor when they're angry, quite;
+  Nor promise, and then fail to do,--
+    But always lead you right.
+
+
+{294}
+
+
+_LITTLE MOSES._
+
+
+  In the Talmud you will find it,--
+    In the quaint and curious lore
+  Of the ancient priests, or Rabbins,
+    Whom the people bowed before;
+
+  Find the story of an infant
+    Sitting on the kingly knee;
+  "Little Moses," Pharaoh calls him,--
+    Crowing loud in baby glee.
+
+{295}
+
+  And the banqueters were cheering,
+    When the infant with a spring,
+  Reached and caught the crown that rested
+    Upon Pharaoh's head, as king.
+
+  Caught the crown, and quickly placed it
+    On his own unwitting head;
+  But the king and all his princes,
+    In the deed a meaning read.
+
+  Then spake Balaam, the magician,
+    "Not because the child is young,
+  Hath he done this thing unknowing;--
+    He hath mocked thee, he hath flung
+
+  "In thy face thy kindly dealings;
+    Such hath ever been the way
+  Of his people; a usurper--
+    Let his blood be spilled this day."
+
+  But the winsome baby-fingers
+    Toying with the kingly beard,
+  Won the edict: "Call the judges;
+    Let their counselings be heard."
+
+{296}
+
+  So the judges and the wise men
+    Came with Jethro, Midian's priest,
+  Who, with wish to save young Moses,
+    Thus his majesty addressed:
+
+  "If it to the king be pleasing,
+    Fetch two plates, and we will hold
+  Them before the babe, a-brimming,
+    One with fire, and one with gold.
+
+  "If the child shall grasp the golden,
+    He hath done this knowingly;
+  He will trample on thy statutes;
+    For thine honor he must die.
+
+  "But if he shall grasp the other,
+    Know, O King, he knoweth nought
+  Of a royal crown or scepter,--
+    And his life with fire is bought."
+
+  These wise words, the king approving,
+    Plate of fire and plate of gold,
+  Courtiers brought, and screams of anguish,
+    Soon the childish choosing told.
+
+{297}
+
+  For he, baby-like, had thrust it
+    In his mouth; and though he flung
+  Quick the coal, he ever after
+    Spake with slow and stammering tongue.
+
+[Footnote: Exodus IV:10]
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+  Charming 'tis to see
+  Children who agree;
+  Chaste, and choice, and cheery,
+  Chiming in so merry,
+  Childlike, ever;
+  Churlish, never.
+  Championing the good;
+  Challenging the rude;
+  Chary as the dove;
+  Chief in Jesus' love.
+
+
+{298}
+
+
+_THE CHILDREN'S RAILROAD._
+
+
+  Old Time has built a Railroad,
+    On which you children speed
+  To a land of light and plenty,
+    Or a land of darksome need;
+  And soon you'll come to a meadow,
+    Where two tracks mark the way,
+  But they'll run close up alongside
+    For many and many a day.
+
+  And one is strewn with roses,
+    While one looks bleak and bare,
+  With now and then a berry-bush,
+    And a violet here and there;--
+
+{299}
+
+  On one you'll find companions
+    Who but for pleasure seek,
+  While friends along the other,
+    Will words of wisdom speak.
+
+  Be careful in your choosing,
+    For if you take the _Right_,
+  You will travel in the shadow
+    Of the Rock that shields at night;
+  'T will lead through greenest pastures
+    Where softest brooklets flow,
+  And land you at a Station
+    That is full of cheer and glow.
+
+{300}
+
+  On the other track, the roses
+    Are backed by sharpest thorns;
+  While berries always nourish,
+    And the violet but adorns;--
+  You will stumble into sluices,
+    And what is worse than all,
+  Your self-respect and conscience
+    Grow weak with every fall.
+
+  Yes, if you choose the other
+    That looks so bright and gay,
+  You'll find the bridges broken,
+    And the road-bed washed away;
+  And when you near the Station,
+    You'll switch to a fearful leap,
+  That will hurl you into darkness,
+    And bury you in the deep.
+
+  But those who choose the Right one
+    Grow manly, womanly, true;
+  God's love-light shines upon them,
+    And falls as heavenly dew;--
+  They grieve at your wild folly,
+    And will gladly help you back,
+  If at any curve or turning
+    You seek the trusty track.
+
+{301}
+
+  But ah! the scars you're wearing,
+    From thorns that pierced you sore,--   {302}
+  And the ditches in which you've fallen,
+    That were strewn with roses o'er;--
+  And the joys you've lost, unnumbered,
+    That spring from good deeds done;
+  And the fruits you've missed, unmeasured,
+    That by others have been won.
+
+  Though friends may be indulgent,
+    And loved ones even forget,
+  Yourself can never banish
+    The memories that beset.
+  You will wish you had never traveled
+    The way that leads to death;
+  You will wish you had never reveled
+    In the viper's venomed breath.
+
+  So beware which track you follow;
+    And again I say, beware!
+  The _False_ is strewn with roses,--
+    The _True_ looks bleak and bare;
+  But this, 't is plain, is only
+    That youthful, artless eyes
+  Are open to show and glamour,
+    But see not deep nor wise,
+
+{303}
+
+  To Truth then, children, listen,
+    And cultivate the seed
+  That in your hearts God planted,
+    To serve your every need;--
+  Yes, heed the voice within you,
+    And follow it all the way,
+  For it will help you choose the road
+    That leads to endless day.
+
+
+{304}
+
+
+_THE PHOEBE'S NEST IN THE OLD WELL-WHEEL._
+
+
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," why, 'tis a little bird,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," singing the pretty word;
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," brown feathers cover him,
+  Gray breast, with blackish stripes scattered all over him.
+
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," here comes his little mate,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," both on the garden gate,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," loving now they trill,
+  Planning to build a nest in the old well-wheel.
+
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," now the nest is begun;
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," now it is nearly done;
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," how will the birdies feel,
+  When the egg is dropped down, with turn of the wheel.
+
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," children are sorry now,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," birds are all a-worry now,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," laying eggs day by day,
+  While the turn of the wheel ever drops them away.
+
+{305}
+
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," never the lesson learned,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," year by year they returned,
+  "Phoe-be, phoe-be," building persistently,
+  Where the turn of the wheel dropped the eggs all away.
+
+  Phoe-be, phoe-be, yet not in vain you wrought,
+  Phoe-be, phoe-be, for, by your folly taught,
+  Phoe-be, phoe-be, children plan so to build,
+  That no eggs may be lost by the turn of life's wheel.
+
+
+{306}
+
+
+_MABEL'S SNOW-FEATHERS._
+
+
+  Listen, children, while I tell you
+    What our merry Mabel said
+  When she saw the feathery snow-flakes
+    Tumbling down about her head.
+
+  Clapping hands and dancing gaily,
+    "Mamma, mamma, come and see!
+  Come and see the feathers, mamma,
+    Soft and white as they can be!"
+
+{307}
+
+  Standing then a moment, pondering
+    As it were, whence came the snow,
+  Little face so wise and thoughtful,
+    Mabel cried: "Oh, now I know,
+
+  "There are lots of eider ducklets
+    Up in Heaven, above the blue,
+  And they're dropping off their feathers,--
+    And such downy feathers, too!
+
+  "See them frolic with each other;
+    See them kiss as fast they fly;
+  See them make believe they are going to,
+    Then go gaily flitting by.
+
+  "See them on the Spruce and Balsam,
+    Pile up little soft, fat hands;
+  See their many plump, white cushions;
+    See them wave their fairy wands.
+
+  "See the showers of flying feathers
+    Whisking 'round in merry moods;
+  See, the telegraph their perch is,--
+    Oh, I'm sure they're almost birds!"
+
+{308}
+
+  Now she fancies she can hear them
+    Whisper of their ducklet birth;--
+  Hear their soft and wean-y quacklings,
+    As they tumble down to earth.
+
+  Now she listens for the jingle
+    Of the sleigh-bells they will bring;
+  Now she sees the flying horses,
+    Prancing gaily at their ring.
+
+  Lovely are these fleecy feathers,
+    Dainty in each rare device;
+  All unlike our ducklet feathers,--
+    White and soft, but cold as ice.
+
+{309}
+
+  Yet they cover, warmly cover
+    Mother Earth so bleak and brown;
+  Cover her with feathery mantles,
+    Comforters of eider-down.
+
+
+{310}
+
+
+_FOREST TREES._
+
+
+  Children, have you seen the budding
+    Of the trees in valleys low?
+  Have you watched it creeping, creeping
+    Up the mountain, soft and slow?
+  Weaving there a plush-like mantle,
+    Brownish, grayish, red-dish green,
+  Changing, changing, daily, hourly,
+    Till it smiles in emerald sheen?
+
+  Have you watched the shades so varied,
+    From the graceful, little white birch,
+  Faint and tender, to the balsam's
+    Evergreen, so dark and rich?
+  Have you seen the quaint mosaics
+    Gracing all the mountain-sides,
+  Where they, mingling, intertwining,
+    Sway like softest mid-air tides?
+
+{311}
+
+  Have you seen the autumn frostings
+    Spread on all the leafage bright,
+  Frostings of the rarest colors,
+    Red and yellow, dark and light?
+  Have you seen the glory painted
+    On the mountain, valley, hill,
+  When the landscape all illumined,
+    Blazons forth His taste and skill?
+
+  Have you seen the foliage dropping,
+    Tender cling, as loth to leave
+  Mother-trees that taught them deftly,
+    All their warp and woof to weave?
+  Have you seen the leafless branches
+    Tossing wildly 'gainst the blue?
+  Have you seen the soft gray beauty
+    Of their wintry garments' hue?
+
+  Have you thought the resurrection
+    Seen in Nature year by year,
+  Is a symbol of our rising
+    In a higher, holier sphere?
+  Children, ye are buds maturing;
+    Make your autumn rich and grand,
+  That your winter be a passage
+    Through the gates to Glory-land.
+
+
+{312}
+
+
+_CHILDHOOD FANCIES._
+
+
+  The twilight gray is falling,
+    Now list and you shall hear
+  The footsteps of the sylphid fays,--
+    This is their hour of cheer.
+
+  List to the gentle patter
+    On each wee blade of grass,
+  As it is bent, and back again,
+    Whene'er the fairies pass.
+
+{313}
+
+  Upon the tips of grasses
+    They cross the meadows, lawn,
+  And laugh and dance and play and sing,
+    From twilight hour till dawn.
+
+  They light their myriad lanterns,
+    And hang them in the arch
+  Of blue that canopies o'erhead,
+    And by their light they march.
+
+  They sometimes miss a fairy,
+    And take a lantern down
+  To search for her, and mortals say;
+    "A fire-fly flits around."
+
+  On leaves they hang their diamonds,
+    Their pearls in every flower;
+  Their gauzy veils upon the grass,
+    They spread for fairy bower.
+
+  Their slender wings are hanging
+    On every shrub, across;
+  Their seats are dainty cushion-beds
+    Of green and springy moss.
+
+{314}
+
+  Their shrubbery of coral
+    Is gray and scarlet-tipped;
+  Their hair upon the maize is hung
+    Each Summer, when 'tis clipped.
+
+  The mushroom forms their table,
+    Their dishes, acorn cups;
+  The ant-hills are their barracks high;
+    Their cannon, "hemlock pops."
+
+  Their scarfs of plush are lying
+    On ripening grape and peach;
+  Their sea-shells 'neath the apple trees,
+    Each Spring bestrew their beach.
+
+  They paint the leaves in Autumn;
+    They make a tiny rink
+  Of every puddle, fen, and dike,
+    And skate from nave to brink.
+
+  They brown the nuts in forests,
+    The burrs they open wide;
+  They lure the feathers from the clouds.
+    And pile them up, to slide.
+
+{315}
+
+  They build along the way-side
+    Their fairy palisades,--
+  The "hoar-frost" some have christened it,--
+    And hold West Point parades.
+
+  They sketch upon the windows
+    Such pictures as no power
+  Of man can ever execute,
+    And on them pearl-dust shower.
+
+{316}
+
+  All these and myriad fancies
+    That never can be told,
+  My childhood days so new and sweet,
+    In memory infold.
+
+  But mother softly whispers,
+    "Tis not the Fays, my dears,
+  Tis old Dame Nature's song of songs,
+    The 'Music of the Spheres.'
+
+  "List ever for it, children,
+    Twill bring you close to God;
+  Each sound but echoes Him who made,
+    Each motion is His nod."
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+  "Waste not, want not," be your motto,--
+    Little things bring weal or woe;
+  Save the odds and ends, my children,
+    Some one wants them, if not you.
+
+
+{317}
+
+
+_LIZZIE AND THE ANGELS._
+
+
+  Little Lizzie, thoughtful, earnest,
+    Springing up at break of day,
+  Thinks she heard the angels whisper
+    Softly, as she knelt to pray.
+
+{318}
+
+  "Yes, they whispered to me, mamma,
+    And they told me lots of things,--
+  And they said, 'O Lizzie, Lizzie,
+    'Tis your temper trouble brings!'
+
+  "Then they said: You, child, can never
+    Be a woman good and true,
+  If you let your fiery temper
+    And your own will govern you;
+  And they told me 'even Jesus
+    Said, 'Thy will, not mine, be done,'
+  And that if I grew up wilful,
+    All my life I can but mourn.
+
+  And they told me, too, dear mamma,
+    That if I were called to die,
+  I could not be glad in heaven,
+    For no heaven in me would lie.
+  Now, what shall I do, dear mamma,
+    That I may be good and true?
+  How shall I my temper govern,
+    And my wicked will subdue?"
+
+  "Lizzie, darling, if you listen,
+    You will hear a voice within,   {319}
+  That will tell you every moment,
+    What is Right, and what is Sin.
+  But you must not disobey it,
+    Or it will grow faint and weak;
+  You must watch to catch its whispers,
+    Hurry when you hear it speak.
+
+{320}
+
+  "For if you should linger waiting,
+    There's another voice will say:
+  Never mind, nobody'll know it,
+    Even though you disobey.'
+  And this other voice, this Tempter,
+    Sure will lead you to the wrong,
+  While the voice of the good angel
+    Fills your life with cheer and song.
+
+  "In your play and in your working,
+    You the Golden Rule must heed;
+  Do by others as you'd have them
+    Do by you, if in their stead.
+  Better far to_ bear_ and _suffer_
+    Than to _do_ a wrong, my child;
+  Better give up every pleasure,
+    Than to be by sin beguiled.
+
+  "In your eating, in your drinking,
+    In your clothing, in your talk,
+  You can glorify the Father,
+    Or in wickedness can walk.
+  For your little body, Lizzie,
+    God has said, 'Keep holy, pure,'   {321}
+  Tis His 'temple' He has lent you,
+    Keep its every gate secure,
+
+  "What you eat and drink makes muscles,
+    Bones and nerves, and brain, and thought;
+  And by food and drink improper,
+    Fearful evils may be wrought.
+  Much of meat and spice and candies,
+    Makes your blood impure, and then
+  All your body's in a jangle,
+    And your temper's wild again.
+
+  "And your clothes if tight or heavy,
+    Help to make your blood impure;
+  Help to make you weak and wicked,
+    Into evil ways to lure.
+  Foul air, too, your blood will poison
+    Sitting up too late at night;
+  All these things will make it harder
+    For you, child, to do the right.
+
+  "Bad companions also lead you
+    To the wrong, and tempt you sore
+  To defy the voice within you
+    Till it, grieved, will speak no more,--   {322}
+  Do not hesitate to tell them
+    You cannot their ways approve.
+  Do not yield to their enticements;
+    Tell them 'No!' with firmness, love.
+
+  "Do not ever let a single
+    Word unkind, nor coarse, impure,
+  Pass your lips; for these will lead you
+    Toward the bad, you may be sure.
+  Do not let a playmate tell you
+    Anything that must be kept
+  As a secret from your mother;--
+    Something's wrong, so don't accept.
+
+  "Always tell a thing precisely
+    As it is; don't try to make
+  It more fine and entertaining;
+    Tell the truth for Truth's dear sake.
+  Never lay a finger, darling,
+    On what is not quite your own,
+  Lest temptation overtake you,
+    And your honesty be gone.
+
+  "In the silence of your chamber,
+    When no human being's nigh,     {323}
+  Don't forget that God is with you,
+    Watching with all seeing-eye;
+  Don't forget that He will know it
+    If you do a thing that's wrong;
+  Keep yourself so pure and perfect,
+    That your life shall be His song.
+
+  "Now, dear child, the blessed Jesus
+    Always, when you wish it, hears,
+  Giving help to those who ask it,
+    Lightening woes, and lessening fears.
+  Follow always His example;
+    Take His precepts for your guide;
+  Learn to trust Him, for He's walking
+    Ever loving at your side."
+
+
+{324}
+
+
+_CHILD-MEMORIES._
+
+
+  Was ever so sweet the clover,
+    Was ever so clear the brook,
+  As my child-days, over and over,
+    Found fresh in the dear home-nook?
+
+{325}
+
+  Was ever such grace of motion,
+    Or ever such trills of song.
+  As the birds in mid-air ocean,
+    Poured childhood's plays among?
+
+  Were ever so bright the noondays,
+    Were ever the skies so blue,
+  Or so soft the slanting moon-rays,
+    As stole my childhood through?
+
+  Was ever so dear a mother,
+    Or a child so sweet, I pray,
+  As my blue-eyed baby-brother,
+    In the time so far away?
+
+  Was ever so true boy-lover,--
+    O, ever such pictures bright,
+  As my child-days, over and over,
+    Reflect by memory's light!
+
+
+{326}
+
+
+_NELLY AND NED._
+
+
+  "I'M twelve years old to-day," says Ned,
+    "And wish I were twelve more, sir,--
+  And Nelly Warner's almost twelve,
+    So we'd be twenty-four, sir."
+
+  "'And what of that!' Why, Nelly 'n' I
+    Have always played together;
+  And then I draw her on my sled,
+    To school in stormy weather.
+
+  "And all the goodies that we get,
+    We share them half and half, sir;
+  And O, we have such lots of fun,
+    I'm sure 'twould make you laugh, sir!
+
+  "Now Nelly lives in Cottage Square,
+    While I live 'round the corner,
+  And all the boys would laugh and shout,
+    'Ned Jarrett loves Nell Warner.'
+
+{327}
+
+{328}
+
+  "I didn't care for this, you know,
+    But O, I couldn't bear it
+  When they began to laugh at her,
+    And say, 'Nell loves Ned Jarrett!'
+
+  "And so I thought I'd have to fight,--
+    And though I was the smallest
+  Of all the party, I's so mad
+    I'd easy beat the tallest.
+
+  "But Nelly coaxed and comforted,
+    And said, 'Why would I do it,
+  When they had only told the truth,
+    And everybody knew it!'"
+
+
+{329}
+
+
+_THE CLAMBERERS._
+
+
+  All you babies
+    Perched in air,
+  Careful how you
+    Caper there!
+  Careful lest the
+    Little feet
+  Or the little
+    Hands so sweet,
+  Lose their hold
+    And babies fall,--
+  Careful, careful,
+    Babies all.
+
+
+{330}
+
+
+_THE NEW WHITE JATTET._
+
+
+  I never seen such naughty dirls
+    As Susy Jones and Ellen;
+  They laughed, O desht as hard's they tould
+    When I twipped up and fell in
+  The old toal-hole. And see, mamma,
+    I tore my new white jattet;
+  And when I twied, they laughed and laughed,
+    And said, "O, what a wattet!"
+  The bid dirls talled them most untind,
+    And said they surely knew it,
+  The teaching of the Dolden Wule,
+    And then how tould they do it!
+  I duess they'd twy if they was me,
+    I duess they'd mate a wattet,
+  If they should fall in a toal-hole,
+    And tear their new white jattet.
+
+
+{331}
+
+
+_REMEMBER THE POOR._
+
+
+  "SWEET, my darling, come and see
+    What mamma has brought for thee;
+  Garments soft and ribbons bright,
+    Hat and coat, a pretty sight;
+  Sweet, my child, what shall we do
+    With the old, now you've the new?"
+
+  "Why, mamma, this frock and frill,
+    These are good and pretty still.
+  But as they are quite too small,
+    Give them, please, to Lillie Ball
+  In the cottage by the hill,
+    She'll be glad, I know she will;
+  For mamma, they're very poor,
+    And 'tis cold to cross the moor
+  In their tattered garments few;
+    Mamma, may I give the new?"
+
+  "No, my child, and yet you may
+    Sometimes give new things away.
+  Keep your pennies, and they'll be
+    Dollars, by and by, two, three;
+  Thus you now and then may have
+    Something new and fresh to give."
+
+
+{332}
+
+
+_THE LITTLE STREET-SWEEPER._
+
+
+  Look at that little girl sweeping the crossing;
+  See how the mud her bare legs is embossing!
+  And her feet are so slippered with mud, that it seems
+  As though from the ground she grew up 'mongst the teams;
+  And why she's not run over surely's a wonder,
+  Standing there sweeping, the horses' feet under.
+  See her close curls and her bright, beaming eye;
+  Though fearless, the glance, you perceive, is half shy,   {333}
+  As so lightly she swings her wet broom, and so true,--
+  Let us cross, and we'll give her a penny or two.
+
+  But wait, now a passer-by hands her a penny;
+  Just see her bright glance twinkle over to Benny,
+  The little hunchback sitting there on the curb-stone,
+  Close up to the lamp-post, that he may disturb none.
+  His crutches beside him a sorry tale tell;
+  But see, he's a basket of knick-nacks to sell;
+  And a lady has bought for her child a toy whip,
+  And now from her port-monaie gives him the scrip,
+  But refuses the change,--and with tears in his eyes,
+  He thanks her and blesses, with grateful surprise;--
+  And the glance the boy now flashes over to Jenny,
+  Is as bright as she gave him when she got the penny.
+  O, I've seen them so many times! always together,
+  Always happy and cheery, in bright or dull weather;
+  For though he makes the most when it's fair, as they show me,
+  Yet she does the best when it's muddy and stormy.
+
+  Watch, now, her quick smile of such pleased recognition:--
+  To win it I oft come this way on my mission.
+  But see, she draws back as I offer the penny,     {334}
+  And modestly says, "Madam, please keep the money,
+  For you know 'tis a pleasure to me to be sweeping
+  The path for you, lady;" and, all the time keeping
+  Her broom just before us to brush the least speck,
+  The sweet smiles in her eyes her whole being bedeck.
+  So I keep it, for she has as good claim as I
+  To the right to do favors and none will deny
+  That "It is more blessed to give than receive,"
+  And her sweep is far more than my pennies to give.
+  But we'll stop and see Benny, and make it up there,
+  For in all that each gets they will both have a share.
+  A nice little bib for my baby at home,--
+  A patent tape-measure, a mother-pearl comb;
+  And Benny's pale face lightens up with a glow
+  Such as angels rejoice in;--now, Maud, we must go.
+  But to Benny: "I'm thinking to-night I may come
+  And bring my friend with me, to see your new home."
+  "O, if you will!" says the child with delight
+  Rippling over his face like a sunbeam--and quite
+  As joyously, Jenny: "O, madam, please do,
+  For we've something at home that we want to show you!"
+
+  So when 'tis near night-fall we take the short car    {335}
+  That off through West Fourth Street goes winding afar,
+  And away to the Hudson, almost, we shall find
+  A lone-seeming tenement cuddled behind
+  Huge heaps of fresh lumber so piney and sweet,
+  While everything round there is charmingly neat.--
+  Yes, the children are home and as gay as a lark,
+  While the good mother greets us with pleasure;--but hark!
+  A baby-cry comes from the bedroom beyond,
+  And Jenny brings forth a sweet, sunny-haired blonde,
+  Saying: "This is the something we wanted to show you,
+  This two-years-old baby-girl--why, does she know you?
+  She holds out her hands to go to you so soon!"
+  "Ah! she feels we are friendly;--hear now her soft croon.
+  But how came she here, child?" "We found her just over
+  The lumber-yard fence, with a board for a cover,
+  Wrapped up in a blanket marked Bertha." "But why
+  Do you not to the charity mission apply?"
+  "O, we want her ourselves! And the good Lord, through you,  {336}
+  Has given us this home, so what else should we do,
+  Than to keep what He sends? And we're sure He sent Berty,
+  In place of our baby that died, little Myrtie!"
+
+  And here these poor people, so poor they were starving
+  When I found them a few months ago, were now halving
+  Their food and their home with this waif and with Benny--
+  For he was an orphan child left by his granny,
+  Who died in an attic just over their room,
+  In the tumble-down house they before-time called home;
+  Though they've four of their own, and the eldest is Jenny,
+  The little street-sweep who would not take the penny,
+  Yet they say, "Benny seems quite as much to belong here,
+  And be one of our children, as if he were born here."
+
+  O, how many rich homes where no child is given,
+  Might be made, for poor orphans, an opening to Heaven!    {337}
+  And how many, poorer, might seem to be rich,
+  With a benny or Bertha to fill up the niche
+  That is left 'neath the hundreds of home-roofs all over.
+  Which the Lord has designed some poor orphan shall cover;
+  For He makes His home where His children are moored,--
+  And brings in His wealth where they live by His word;
+  And the meal and the oil there shall never be spent;--
+  What we give to the poor, to the Lord we have lent.
+  A baby to feed, is a baby to love,
+  A child in the house, "a well-spring" from above,--
+  And never forsaken, and ne'er begging bread,
+  Shall be those who take care that His lambs are well fed.
+
+
+{338}
+
+
+_THE HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE FAMILY._
+
+
+  Z
+
+    I am always in a buzz,
+    Though I'm never in a fret,
+  But I'm ever with a zealot in his zeal;
+    I am in the zephyr-breath,
+    Yet with zest have often met
+  The zero mark that brings the ice-man weal.
+
+
+  Y
+
+  I've to do with the yoke, but not with the ox;
+    I help every priest in his prayer;
+  I am new every year, and in four months appear,
+    While I yield to the yeoman a share.
+
+
+  X
+
+  I live in a Lexicon,
+    I mark half a score;
+  I ride with a Mexican,
+    In Texas, for lore,
+
+
+{339}
+
+
+  W
+
+  I am in every wing, yet I'm not in a dove;
+  I wait in the swing to be tossed up above.
+  I live in the woods, and I perch on the wall;
+  I am in the wild waves, though I sail in a yawl.
+
+
+  V
+
+  I am mingled with your victuals, yet 'm never in your mouth;
+  I always lead the van and must forever stem the wave;
+  I grow in every gravel bed, East, West, or North, or South,
+  And although I'm with the living, you will find me in the grave.
+
+
+  U
+
+  I live in the urn, but not in the vase,
+  I always can run, but I never can race.
+  I tumble and jump, but I can't hop nor skip;
+  I hide in your mouth, but I ne'er touch your lip.
+
+
+  T
+
+  I'm doubled up in a patty-pan,
+    Yet I never saw a pie;
+  I hide in the boy's first pair of boots,
+    Nor pass his mittens by.
+
+
+{340}
+
+
+  S
+
+  I am always in sadness, yet never know grief;
+  Then, too, I'm in gladness, which gives me relief.
+  I know not the ocean, but swim in the sea,
+  And the stars and the sunshine were not, but for me.
+
+
+  R
+
+  I live at both ends of a river,
+    My home is the center of art;
+  I am found in both arrows and quiver
+    Yet I quietly rest in your heart.
+
+
+  Q
+
+  I lead the queen, yet never walk
+    Without you (u) at my heels;
+  I laugh at every question queer,
+    And joy in piggy's squeals.
+
+
+  P
+
+  I perch on every pepper-pod,
+    I peer in every place;
+  I prance with every palfrey gay,
+    Yet never run nor race.
+
+
+{341}
+
+
+  O
+
+  Listen, children, and you'll hear me in the cooing of the dove;
+    In the lowing of the kine and the crowing of the cocks;
+  I am in your joy and sorrow, and I come to you in love,
+    And you will find me safely hidden in the middle of your box.
+
+
+  N
+
+  I live in the moon, yet I visit the sun,
+  I've twice blest the noon, and I've twice kissed the nun;
+  I was in the beginning, yes, double and treble,
+  And wherever's an end I am always in the middle.
+
+
+  M
+
+  I, too, live in the moon, yet I ne'er saw the sun;
+  I ne'er blessed the noon, and I ne'er kissed a nun.
+  I'm one of the many, and in at each mess,
+  Though I've never a penny, I'm not in distress.
+
+
+  L
+
+  I sing in every lullaby,
+    I'm out in every squall;
+  I ring in every shilling piece,
+    And roll in every ball.
+
+
+{342}
+
+
+  K
+
+  I am baked in a cake, but I never see bread,
+  I can fork hay, and rake, but I can't lie in bed;
+  I can like, but not love; though no doe, I'm with the buck;
+  I'm in kite, but not in dove; and I'm always in luck.
+
+
+  J
+
+  I'm in a baby-jumper, and with joy I laugh and sing,
+  But I quickly find myself shut up in jail,
+  Where I pass my time in jokes, or perhaps in conjuring,
+  Till I lead the Judge, who says I'm "out on bail."
+
+
+  I
+
+  I live in an Inn, yet I never taste beer,
+    I never smoke, chew, or use snuff;
+  I am seen in high life, yet I'm true to my wife,
+    And now I have told you enough.
+
+
+  H
+
+  At the door of a hut I must stand, it is true,
+    Yet of the king's household I'm one;
+  I revel in heather all wet with the dew,
+    And yet I am never in fun.
+
+
+{343}
+
+
+  G
+
+  I grow in grace, yet gayety
+  Would have no place except for me;
+  I greet the gardener with a grin,
+  E'en though I lie the grave within.
+  I'm with the King, yet shun the Queen;
+  I walk in grey, ah! yes in green;
+  I gleam in gold, yet live in gloom,
+  And at a wedding kiss the groom.
+
+
+  F
+
+  I am in the farmer's field,
+    I am fresh in all his fruits;
+  I'm in all his forests wide,
+    But I'm not in his pursuits.
+
+
+  E
+
+  Twice told, I'm in Eternity,
+    And yet I live in time;
+  I eat and sleep in every place,
+    Yet soar in the sublime.
+
+
+  D
+
+  I darken your doors and your windows,
+    And if you are deaf, dumb, or blind,
+  You may know I am always quite ready,
+    Your duds or your dainties to find.
+
+
+{344}
+
+
+  C
+
+  Though I live in the ocean so blue,
+    Yet I never am seen in the sea;
+  I can cast a sheet-anchor, 't is true,
+    And captains depend upon me.
+
+
+  B
+
+    I grow in the bean,
+    And to beauty I lean,
+  And when buttercups bloom I am there;
+    I bend the boy's bow,
+    And the bugle I blow,
+  Till I wake the Kamtchatcadale bear.
+
+
+  A
+
+  I lead out the ape, and I'm seen in the glass;
+  I hide in the grape, and I'm found in the grass.
+  I was there in the garden when Adam was made,
+  Not to help them to sin, though I stood in their shade.
+  You can not have an apple, an orange, a pear,
+  But in each and in all, I must have my full share.
+  You can not eat nor speak, nay, nor hear, without me;
+  That I'm chief among my fellows, you all must agree.
+
+
+{345}
+
+
+_QUIRKS._
+
+
+  A little word of letters five
+    That means bound fast together;
+  Transpose but two, and you will find
+    A scattering yon and hither.
+
+      UNITE--UNTIE.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+
+  And now a word of letters four
+    Five perfect words will make,
+  If you transpose and rightly place
+    'Tis true and no mistake.
+
+    LEVI--LIVE--VILE--EVIL--VEIL.
+
+
+* * * * *
+
+
+    Now five are found,
+    With spring and bound
+  A twist or turn to take,
+    And ere we know,
+    All in a row,
+  Five other words they make.
+    The times are bad,
+    The items sad,
+  The mites must meet their fate;
+    To smite the rock
+    Emits a shock
+  That hurls us from the gate.
+
+  TIMES--ITEMS--MITES--SMITE--EMITS.
+
+
+{346}
+
+
+_SOMEBODY'S BOY._
+
+
+  List to the ring of the midnight song!
+     'Tis somebody's boy;
+  The winds give to every wild echo a tongue.
+     Yes, somebody's boy;
+
+  The witch of the revel has waved her wand
+     Over somebody's boy;
+  And the spirit of evil has clasped the hand
+     Of somebody's boy.
+
+  Comes now a yell on the midnight air
+     From somebody's boy;
+  Reckless, defiant, and devil-may-care,
+     Is somebody's boy.
+
+  Foul is the bed, madly dark the dank cell,
+     Where somebody's boy
+  Is writhing in torture, the veriest hell,
+     Yet, somebody's boy.
+
+  Waiting and watching, a mother's eyes weep
+     For somebody's boy;
+  The vigil, dear Father, O help her to keep!
+     For somebody's boy.
+
+{347}
+
+  Throw round him, and over, thy Spirit to save,--
+     This somebody's boy,
+  Ere fiends for his lost soul shall hollow the grave
+     Of somebody's boy.
+
+  Fill with thy Spirit, too, our hearts we pray,
+     That somebody's boy
+  We may watch for, and snatch from the death-trodden way,
+     Yes, somebody's boy.
+
+
+{348}
+
+
+_THE LADDIE-AND-LASSIE BIRDS._
+
+
+  Come sit with me in the green-wood bower,
+    While I sing you a song of love;--
+      'Tis the song of the birds
+      In the deep, wild woods,
+   'Tis the song of the sweet ring-dove.
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "I have come to woo;"
+  And the lassie-bird, "Ah! coo, coo, coo, coo."    {349}
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "With a hope to win,"--
+  And the lassie-bird, "Coo, coo, that is no sin."
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "Together we'll dwell,"
+  And the lassie-bird says, "In the Linden dell."
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "And build our nest,"
+  And the lassie-bird says, "In the tree to the West."
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "And raise our brood,"
+  And the lassie-bird says, "In the sweet solitude."
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "Till they're fit to fly,"
+  And the lassie-bird, "Yes, to the blue, blue sky."
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "Let us hie away;"--
+  And the lassie-bird, "Yes, and begin to-day.
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "I will take this moss,"--
+  And the lassie-bird says, "And I, this floss."
+
+{350}
+
+  The laddie-bird says, "And we'll love so true;"
+  And the lassie-bird, "Ah, yes, coo, coo, coo."
+
+  'Tis the old-new song that the birds have sung,
+  Aye, the birds of every race,
+    Since the world was planned,
+  And came forth from the hand
+    Of the Maker, aglow with grace.
+
+  'Tis the song they will sing till time is o'er,--
+    'Tis the stream that from Paradise gushed;      {351}
+     And the music that flows
+     When the love-light glows,
+   Will never, no, never be hushed.
+
+
+{352}
+
+
+
+Time
+
+Eternity.
+
+US
+
+
+[Footnote: "The great watchful I is over US through TIME and ETERNITY.]
+
+
+
+
+
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