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CHRISTMAS CAROLS AND MIDSUMMER SONGS
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Illustrations by American Artists<br />
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Boston: <br /> <br /> D.Lothrop & Company, <br /> <br /> 1881
</h5>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0001" id="linkimage-0001"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="0001m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/cover.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
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</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0002m.jpg" alt="0002m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0002.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0003" id="linkimage-0003"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0003m.jpg" alt="0003m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0003.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
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<p>
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</p>
<hr />
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<p>
<b>CONTENTS</b>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <b>CHRISTMAS CAROLS</b>. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0002"> CHRISTMAS CAROLS AND MIDSUMMER SONGS. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0003"> THE SILENT CHILDREN. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0004"> A DAY IN WINTER. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0005"> "TWELVE O'CLOCK, AND ALL'S WELL!" </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0006"> HOLLY TREE </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0007"> A TALE OF A COMET. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0008"> OH, HAPPY NIGHT! </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0009"> WILLIE WEE. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0010"> ON CHRIST-DAY NIGHT. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0011"> DULCET SOUNDS. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0012"> GRACIE'S FANCIES. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0013"> WAITING A WINTER'S TALE. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0014"> CHRISTMAS. </a>
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0015"> <b>MIDSUMMER SONGS</b>. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0016"> "SAINT EMILY." </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0017"> BLUE AND GOLD. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0018"> THE LAND OF USED-TO-BE. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0019"> A BABY SHOW. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0020"> A YOUNG INQUIRER. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0021"> IN MIDSUMMER. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0022"> A MIDSUMMER SONG. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0023"> EDITH'S LESSON. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0024"> DORRIS' SPINNING. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0025"> THE BROOK BEHIND THE WAUMBEK HOUSE. </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0026"> BOBBY LEE </a>
</p>
<p class="toc">
<a href="#link2H_4_0027"> SUMMER'S GOING. </a>
</p>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
CHRISTMAS CAROLS.
</h2>
<p>
Wake from your sleep, sweet Christians, now, and listen.
</p>
<p class="indent15">
A little song
</p>
<p>
We have, so sweet it like a star doth glisten,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And dance along.
</p>
<p>
Now wake and hark: all brightly it is glowing
</p>
<p class="indent15">
With yule flames merry,
</p>
<p>
And o'er it many a holly sprig is growing;
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And scarlet berry.
</p>
<p>
A bough of evergreen, with wax-lights gleaming,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
It bravely graces;
</p>
<p>
And o'er its lines the star that's eastward beaming
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Leaves golden traces.
</p>
<p>
Also, our little song; it sweetly praiseth,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Like birds in flocks
</p>
<p>
When morning from her bed of roses raiseth
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Her golden locks.
</p>
<p>
But this it is that makes most sweet our story,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
When all is said:
</p>
<p>
It holds a little Child with rays of glory
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Around His head.
</p>
<h3>
—M. E. W.
</h3>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
CHRISTMAS CAROLS AND MIDSUMMER SONGS.
</h2>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0004" id="linkimage-0004"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0009m.jpg" alt="0009m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0009.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>ut of the
Northland bleak and bare,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
O wind with a royal roar,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Fly, fly,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Through the broad arched sky,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Flutter the snow, and rattle and cry
</p>
<p class="indent10">
At every silent door—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Loud, loud, till the children hear,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And meet the day with a ringing cheer:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Hail to the Christmas-tide!"
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>NTO the silent
waiting East
</p>
<p class="indent10">
T here cometh a shining light—
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Far, far,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Through a dull gray bar
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Closing over a dying star
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That watched away the night—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Rise, rise, shine and glow,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Over a wide white world of snow,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Sun of the Christmas-tide!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Out of the four great gates of day
</p>
<p class="indent10">
A tremulous music swells;
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Hear, hear,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Now sweet and clear,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Over and under and far and near,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
A thousand happy bells:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Joy, joy, and jubilee!
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Good-will to men from sea to sea,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
This merry Christmas-tide!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Lo! in the homes of every land
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The children reign to-day;
</p>
<p class="indent15">
They alone,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With our hearts their throne,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And never a sceptre but their own
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Small hands to rule and sway!
</p>
<p>
Peace, peace—the Christ-child's love—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Flies over the world, a white, white dove,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
This happy Christmas-tide!
</p>
<p>
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</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0010m.jpg" alt="0010m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0010.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
THE SILENT CHILDREN.
</h2>
<h3>
By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>HE light was low
in the school-room;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The day before Christmas day
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Had ended. It was darkening in the garden
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Where the Silent Children play.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Throughout that House of Pity,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The soundless lessons said,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The noiseless sport suspended,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The voiceless tasks all read,
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The little deaf-mute children,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
As still as still could be,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Gathered about the master,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Sensitive, swift to see,
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With their fine attentive fingers
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And their wonderful, watchful eyes—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
What dumb joy he would bring them
</p>
<p class="indent10">
For the Christmas eve's surprise!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The lights blazed out in the school-room
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The play-ground went dark as death;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The master moved in a halo;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The children held their breath:
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"I show you now a wonder—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The audiphone," he said.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
He spoke in their silent language,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Like the language of the dead.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And answering spake the children,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
As the dead might answer too:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"But what for us, O master?
</p>
<p class="indent10">
This may be good for you;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"But how is our Christmas coming
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Out of a wise machine?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For not like other children's
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Have our happy hours been;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"And not like other children's
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Can they now or ever be!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But the master smiled through the halo:
</p>
<p class="indent10">
"Just trust a mystery,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Then to the waiting marvel
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The listening children leant:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Like listeners, the shadows
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Across the school-room bent,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
O my children, for a little,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
As those who suffer must!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Great 'tis to bear denial,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
But grand it is to trust."
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
While Science, from her silence
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Of twice three thousand years,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Gave her late salutation
</p>
<p class="indent10">
To sealed human ears.
</p>
<p>
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</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0012m.jpg" alt="0012m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0012.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
Quick signalled then the master:
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Sweet sang the hidden choir—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Their voices, wild and piercing,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Broke like a long desire
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That to content has strengthened.
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Glad the clear strains outrang:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"<i>Nearer to Thee, oh, nearer!</i>"
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The pitying singers sang,
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Happy that Christmas evening:
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Wise was the master's choice,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Who gave the deaf-mute children
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The blessed human voice.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Wise was that other Master,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Tender His purpose dim,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Who gave His Son on Christmas,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
To draw us "nearer Him."
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"<i>Nearer to Thee, oh, nearer,</i>
</p>
<p class="indent5">
<i>Nearer, my God' to Thee! </i>"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Awestruck, the silent children
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Hear the great harmony.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We are all but silent children,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Denied and deaf and dumb
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Before His unknown science—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Lord, if Thou wilt, we come!
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0007" id="linkimage-0007"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0013m.jpg" alt="0013m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0013.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0008" id="linkimage-0008"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0014m.jpg" alt="0014m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0014.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
A DAY IN WINTER.
</h2>
<h3>
By Mrs. L. C. Whiton.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>HROUGH the crimson
fires of morning
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Streaming upward in the East,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Leaps the sun, with sudden dawning,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Like a captive king released;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And December skies reflected
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In the azure hue below
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Seem like summer recollected
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In the dreaming of the snow.—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It is winter, little children, let the summer,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
singing, go!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
There are crisp winds gaily blowing
</p>
<p class="indent10">
From the North and from the West;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
'Bove the river strongly flowing
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Lies the river's frozen breast:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
O'er its shining silence crashing
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Skim the skaters to and fro;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the noonday splendors flashing
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In the rainbow colors show.—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It is winter, little children, let the summer,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
singing, go!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When the gorgeous day is dying,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
There is swept a cloud of rose
</p>
<p class="indent5">
O'er the hill-tops softly lying
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In the flush of sweet repose;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the nests, all white with snowing,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In the twilight breezes blow;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the untired moon is showing
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Her bare heart to the snow.—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It is winter, little children, let the summer,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
singing, go!
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
"TWELVE O'CLOCK, AND ALL'S WELL!"
</h2>
<h3>
( A Christmas Rhyme of Might-Have-Been.)
</h3>
<p>
By M. S. E. P.
</p>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span> KNOW of an Owl,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
A story-book Owl,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And he dwells in a Cloudland tree,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
So way-high-up you never see
</p>
<p class="indent10">
A glimpse of the great white fowl.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And this ancient fowl,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
This story-book Owl,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Sometimes to himself he speaks—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Once in a thousand years or so—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In a voice that crackles and creaks
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And never is heard by the children below:
</p>
<p class="indent15">
"Tu-whit! tu-whoo!
</p>
<p class="indent15">
I sleep by day,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Of course I do—
</p>
<p class="indent15">
It's the sensible way."
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For when little children lie fast asleep,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And darkness enshrouds the world so deep,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And weary eyes close to gaze only in dreams,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
This story-book bird
</p>
<p class="indent15">
With the big round eyes,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Whom nothing escapes,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
So knowing and wise,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Watches and peers, with never a wink,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Into crannies and nooks where one might think
</p>
<p class="indent5">
No danger would come, so peaceful it seems.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And prying about, this story-book bird
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In the snowy thick
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Of a Christmas eve—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
If you will believe—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Just in the nick
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Found the strangest thing that ever you heard:
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Santa Klaus asleep,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
All down in a heap,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
On the floor of his sleigh
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Ready packed for the way!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And think of the stockings swaying
</p>
<p class="indent10">
At 'leven o' the night,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With the silent firelight
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All over them fitfully playing—
</p>
<p class="indent15">
A dangling host
</p>
<p class="indent10">
From the chimney nails
</p>
<p class="indent15">
As warm as toast—
</p>
<p class="indent15">
But empty, pitiful,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
They promise a million wails
</p>
<p class="indent15">
From just one city-full!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent10">
"Tu-whit! to-whoo!
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Here's a to-do!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Said the sleepless bird,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The wise old owl,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The watchful fowl.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
He flew and he whirred,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Soft Cloudland exploring,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Led up like an arrow
</p>
<p class="indent5">
By the wildest of snoring,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Till he stopped,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Then dropped
</p>
<p class="indent5">
On the edge of a cloud—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Oh, the snoring was loud!—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Then stalked to that sleigh.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Ah, what a fine dose!—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
He flashed out one claw, and
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Tweaked Santa Klaus' nose.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Santa woke with a jump,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Sat up in his sleigh,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Rubbed his nose—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And I don't suppose
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Understands to this day—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And gazing around he took in the plight,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
He seized his reins in the funniest fright,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And down he came in the snowy midnight
</p>
<p class="indent15">
All rosy and bright—
</p>
<p class="indent15">
The great, merry elf,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Just like himself,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Bluster and noise, nonsense and fun,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With gifts for the children, everyone;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
While, soft and far, every bell
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Chimed "Twelve o' the clock and all's well!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the slumbering world might have heard
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The great white wide-winged story-book bird
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A-calling "Merry Christmas!" forth in glee
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As he flew up to his Cloudland tree.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p>
And the Owl never told—I alone knew—
</p>
<p>
So don't you tell, whatever you do.
</p>
<p>
How near the world came to a disaster most shocking,
</p>
<p>
Waking Christmas morning without a filled stocking!
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
HOLLY TREE
</h2>
<p>
By Paul H. Hayne.
</p>
<p>
<i>("Hie on the holly tree!"—Old Ballad.)</i>
</p>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>HE firelight
danced and wavered
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In elvish, twinkling glee
</p>
<p>
On the leaves and crimson berries
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Of the great green Christmas-Tree;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the children who gathered round it
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Beheld, with marvelling eyes,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Pendant from trunk and branches
</p>
<p class="indent10">
How many a precious prize,
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
From the shimmer of gold and silver
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Through a purse's cunning net,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To the coils of a rippling necklace
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That quivered with beads of jet!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But chiefly they gazed in wonder
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Where flickered strangely through
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The topmost leaves of the holly,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The sheen of a silken shoe!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the eldest spake to her father:
</p>
<p class="indent10">
"I have seen—yes, year by year,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
On the crown of our Christmas hollies,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That small shoe glittering clear;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"But you never have told who owned it,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Nor why, so loftily set,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It shines though the fadeless verdure—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
You never have told us yet!"
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p>
'<br /> Twas
then that the museful father
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In slow sad accents said,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
While the firelight hovered eerily
</p>
<p class="indent10">
About his downcast head:
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"My children.... you had a sister;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
(It was long, long, long ago,)
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She came like an Eden rosebud
</p>
<p class="indent10">
'Mid the dreariest winter snow,
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"And for four sweet seasons blossomed
</p>
<p class="indent10">
To cheer our hearts and hearth,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When the song of the Bethlehem angels
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Lured her away from earth—
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"A little before she left us,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
We had deftly raised to view,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
On the topmost branch of the holly,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Yon glimmering, tiny shoe;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"For again 'twas the time of Christmas,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
As she lay with laboring breath;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But.... our minds were blinded strangely,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And we did not dream of death.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"We knew that no toy would please her
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Like a shoe, so fair and neat,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To fold, with its soft caressing,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Her delicate, sylph-like feet!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Truly, a smile like a sunbeam
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Brightened her eyes of blue,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And once.. twice.. thrice.. she tested
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The charm of her fairy shoe!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Ah! then the bright smile flickered,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Faded, and drooped away,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As faintly, in tones that faltered,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
I heard our darling say:
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"1 My shoe! papa, please hang it
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Once more on the holly bough,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Just where I am sure to see it,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
When I wake.... an hour from now!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"But alas! she never wakened!
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Close-shut were the eyes of blue
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Whose last faint gleam had fondled
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The curves of that dainty shoe!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Ah, children, you understand me—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
<i>Your</i> eyes are brimmed with dew,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As they watch on the Christmas holly
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The sheen of a silken shoe!"
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
A TALE OF A COMET.
</h2>
<h3>
By J. T. Trowbridge.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>E had seen the
streaming meteors' light,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With their trails of fire, the autumn
</p>
<p class="indent15">
night,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And talked of falling sky-rocks hurled
</p>
<p class="indent5">
From some long-since exploded world;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of comets frisking among the stars.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With tails like fiery trains of cars,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And asked, "Should the reckless engineer
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of some rakish comet steer
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Crashing into our atmosphere,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
How would the planet's shell resist him?"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Then we conversed of the solar system,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And lunar men;
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And Doctor Ben
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Brought out his globe, at half-past ten,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And lectured, giving conclusive reasons
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For tides, eclipses, climes and seasons;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Till, weary at last, I went to bed,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With a jumble of wonderful things in my
</p>
<p class="indent15">
head—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Moons and comets and meteorites,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Globes and circles and polar nights;
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And there I lay thinking,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And drowsily winking
</p>
<p class="indent5">
At something—a ray—thro' my bed-curtains
</p>
<p class="indent15">
blinking;
</p>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0010" id="linkimage-0010"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0020m.jpg" alt="0020m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0020.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
Too bright for a star, and growing still brighter,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Making the moon-lighted chamber yet lighter,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Which very much astonished the writer!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent15">
I gazed from the casement,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And wondered, with ever-increasing amazement,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
What the look of alarm on the Moon's frowning
</p>
<p class="indent15">
face meant.
</p>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0011" id="linkimage-0011"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0021m.jpg" alt="0021m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0021.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
His nose peering out from a very close cap,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
His fingers in mittens, his chin in a wrap,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Like a tourist prepared for a very cold snap!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
On, on he sped, through the regions of space,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With very short legs at a very long pace,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
His well-filled knapsack lashed to his back,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Extra shoes and canteen strapped under his pack,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
His coat-tails flying away on his track—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Entangled far off in the Pleiades,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
On the horns of the Bull and Orion's knees.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For there was the Moon, and, strange to say,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
There too was the Earth, just over the way,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Like the Doctor's globe, or a huge balloon,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Forty times larger, perhaps, than the Moon,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All covered with circles, and looming in space:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
There were groups upon it, and every face
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Was turned one way; and very long-jointed
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Telescopes at the sky were pointed;—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And there, with a terrible rushing and humming
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And hissing of breath, was a Comet a-coming!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
So long and so queer, and as it came nearer
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It grew every moment longer and queerer!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Until I made out such a comical chap,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In a red-flannel coat with a very long flap,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
On, on he came,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
With nose like a flame,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
So red I was sure the fellow'd been drinking
</p>
<p class="indent5">
(His canteen was empty, I knew by the clinking)
</p>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0012" id="linkimage-0012"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0721m.jpg" alt="0721m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0721.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
"And what can a sober Comet be thinking,"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I cried "not to see there, plain as the day,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The Earth, like a target, hung right in his way?"
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The groups were beginning to hurry about,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And hustle and bustle and signal and shout,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the Moon looked scared, while I shrieked out,
</p>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0013" id="linkimage-0013"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0022m.jpg" alt="0022m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0022.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
"Dear sir, I beg pardon, I don't know your name—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I pray you'll consider, and if it's the same
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To you, here's a planet! I don't think you knew it;
</p>
<p class="indent15">
But, sir, it will be
</p>
<p class="indent15">
A great favor to me
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And a very large circle of friends, as you see,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
If you will drive round it instead of right thro' it!"
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
He put up his head with a stupefied stare,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And says he, "I declare!
</p>
<p class="indent15">
No, I wasn't aware!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And I'm going at such a deuce of a rate—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I'd stop if I could, but I fear it's too late!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Bless my stars! here I am!" He had just time
</p>
<p class="indent15">
to stoop,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When through it, head-foremost, he went at a
</p>
<p class="indent15">
swoop,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As a circus rider dives through a hoop!
</p>
<p class="indent15">
With a crash,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And a smash,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And a roar as of thunder,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
It quivered,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And shivered,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And flew asunder:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The Moon, looking down, shed tragical tears;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
While, winking hard and holding his ears,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The Comet came out on the other side,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Wheeled round, swore loud, and ruefully eyed
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The ruin; sneezed two or three times; then drew
</p>
<p class="indent5">
His long tail after him down the blue.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Heavens and earth! what have I done!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
This does beat everything under the sun!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I don't care the wink of a star," said he,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"For all the damage done to me—"
</p>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0014" id="linkimage-0014"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0722m.jpg" alt="0721m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0722.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
(Feeling his nose, and then with a flirt
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Carefully brushing away the dirt
</p>
<p class="indent5">
From his coat and its stained and draggled skirt)—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"But look at this dear little, queer little planet!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I've done the business for her, and I van, it
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Is quite too bad! The fairest of creatures—
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0015" id="linkimage-0015"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0023m.jpg" alt="0023m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0023.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
How well I remember her pleasant features,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The smile on her face and the light in her eye,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When I've touched my hat to her, hurrying by,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Many a time, on my way through the sky!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I'd mend the poor thing if I could—and I'll try!"
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent15">
How he got it, or where,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
I cannot declare;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But thereupon he drew up a chair.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Hung his long coat-tail over the back,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Sat down by the pieces and opened his pack,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Brought forth from its depths a stout needle and
</p>
<p class="indent15">
thread,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And there he sat squinting and scratching his head,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As if rather doubtfully questioning whether
</p>
<p class="indent5">
'Twas possible ever to patch her together!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Meanwhile—but how can I hope to tell
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Half that to my friends befell
</p>
<p class="indent5">
On the shattered and scattered shell?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
How depict the huge surprise
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of some, at the very astonishing rise
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of their real estate, shot off in the skies?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
How describe the flying blocks,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The fall of steeples and railroad stocks,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The breaking of banks, and the stopping of clocks;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And all the various knocks and shocks;—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Frantic reporters rushing about,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And correspondents setting out
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In a big balloon, intending from it
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To interview our friend, the Comet!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
While the wide-awake daily press unfurled
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Its rival bulletins: "End of the World!!
</p>
<p>
Frightful collision! America hit!!!
</p>
<p>
Full particulars! Canada hurled
</p>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0016" id="linkimage-0016"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0723m.jpg" alt="0723m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0723.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
Over New England! The Union split!!!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In INTERRUPTION OF TRAVEL AND TRADE!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The Comet coming to our aid!"
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For now the Comet—odd to see!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Although it didn't seem odd to me—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With thimble and glue-pot, sewing and gluing
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The shattered globe, was cheerfully doing
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All he could to restore the ruin;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Patiently replacing all
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The scattered fragments, great and small;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Stitching here and sticking there,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With a hopeful smile and a satisfied air,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Putting the planet into repair!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When all was done, with a dexterous twirl
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of his fingers, he set it once more a-whirl,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
While the Moon looked pleased as a smiling
</p>
<p class="indent15">
girl.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Off he sped; and the planet spun
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Away on its axis round the sun;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When, watching with curious eyes, I found
</p>
<p class="indent5">
He hadn't made it precisely round!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The zones, moreover, were strangely mixed:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Constantinople was squeezed betwixt
</p>
<p class="indent5">
St. Petersburg and Baltimore;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
South Carolina and Labrador
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To Massachusetts were snugly tied;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
New York and Paris were side by side;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And, oddest of all earthly fates,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
England was in the United States!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Greenland (he couldn't have made a greater
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Mistake) was on the new equator!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
While in each crack of the crust some bit
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of broken China was made to fit.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Whereupon I cried, with a wild halloo,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Hold on! come back! this never will do!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Just see what a botch you've made!" Before
</p>
<p class="indent5">
He had time to turn, with a clang and a roar,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And a glare of its one great Cyclops eye,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The Lightning Express went whizzing by
</p>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0017" id="linkimage-0017"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0024m.jpg" alt="0024m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0024.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent15">
With a rushing of steam,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And a howl and a scream,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That waked me from my curious dream;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Which the Doctor avers (and he makes it plain)
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Must all have passed through my busy brain
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With the passing of the midnight train!
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
OH, HAPPY NIGHT!
</h2>
<h3>
By M. E. B.
</h3>
<p class="indent5">
O happy night! that brings the morn
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To dawn above the Lord new born,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And bids the angels sing again
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Their message to the sons of men—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
We hail thee! we hail thee!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
O happy manger! that hath known
</p>
<p class="indent5">
This precious burden as thine own,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Beyond all gifts the world doth hold,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of pomp and pow'r and gems and gold
</p>
<p class="indent10">
We hail thee! we hail thee!=
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
O happy star! whose radiance sweet
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Did lead the wise men's eager feet
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To seek the way, unknown, untried,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That led them to the manger's side—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We hail thee! we hail thee!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
O happy day! that gave to men
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The Babe Divine of Bethlehem,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The King of Kings, the Undefiled,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In semblance of a little child—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We hail thee! we hail thee!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
O happy Babe! whose wondrous eyes
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Still hold the light of Paradise,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Look down in blessing from above
</p>
<p class="indent5">
While Prince of Peace, and Lord of Love,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
We hail thee! we hail thee!
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
WILLIE WEE.
</h2>
<h3>
By Mrs. A. M. Diaz.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>WO lads were
conversing as happy as kings,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Of the coming of Christmas and all that it
</p>
<p class="indent15">
brings,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of the Christmas-tree and its many delights,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of the city shop-windows and other fine sights,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When out spake wee Will, sometimes called "Willie
</p>
<p class="indent15">
wee,"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Though often "sweet William," or "little Willee,"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
—Four years and a half or three-quarters was he—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Say! What kind of a tree is a Chrissermus-tree?"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the while they discoursed, as his wonder grew',
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With questions like these he followed them through:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Does it have big branches that spread all around?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Do its roots stay deep down in the dark ground?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Does it grow, grow, grow, way up very high?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
If you climb to the top will your head bump the sky?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Do any plums grow on it, or apples, or cherries?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Or any good nuts, or pretty red berries?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Does it bloom out all over with flowers white as
</p>
<p class="indent15">
snow,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As that tree does down there in our garden below?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Do robins and king-birds build nests in that tree?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And other birdies too?" asked little Willee.
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0018" id="linkimage-0018"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0027m.jpg" alt="0027m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0027.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
"Yes," answered Ned, wise, school-boy Ned:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"A Christmas-tree, young curly-head,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Has branches, sure, but has no roots,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And on its branches grow no fruits;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Yet bright red apples there you'll see,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And oranges of high degree—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Apples and oranges on one tree!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"That sounds very strange," quoth little Willee.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"No flowers bloom there, snowy white,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Yet with these fruits—a curious sight—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Are oft seen flowers both red and white!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Should you climb to the top without a fall,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Your head might bump against the wall,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But not against the sky, you see,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For indoors-stands the Christmas-tree!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"You tell very big stories," quoth little Willee.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"No birdie there doth build its nest,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
No king-bird, blue-bird, robin redbreast,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Yet eggs thereon are often seen.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of beautiful colors, pink, and green,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And purple, and lavender, fit for a queen.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Even eggs with pictures on them are found.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And with golden bands which circle around.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But from all these eggs so fair to see
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Are hatched no birds in that Christmas-tree;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Instead, are hatched candy and gumdrops!" said he.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Are you telling the truth?" asked little Willee.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"I've not told half, I do declare,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of all those wondrous branches bear.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Bear? They bear dolls and whips and drums,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Tops, whistles, taffy, sugar-plums,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And candy sheep, and candy cats,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And candy birds, and candy rats,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And India-rubber girls and boys,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Bear trumpets and all kinds of toys,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Bear books, and jumping-jacks, and mittens,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And little cotton-flannel kittens;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And over the whole of this Christmas-tree
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Candles are burning right merrily!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
What think you of this? my sweet Willie-wee?"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"I think you are fooling!" said little Willee.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Next morning young Willie, with serious air,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Put earth in a flower-pot, and buried up there
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A seed of an apple with very great care.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Pray, what are you doing, you rogue Willie-wee?"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"I am planting a seed for a Chrissermas tree!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Is not that good to do?" asked little Willee.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
—There came from that seed a green little shoot
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Which put out its leaves and firmly took root,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And so finely did thrive that at last it was found
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Too large for the house and was set in the ground,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Where it grew up, a tree, one scarcely knew how.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Look down by the wall; it is standing there now.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It blossoms in springtime, and many a nest
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Has been built there by king-bird and robin redbreast;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And other birdies too oft come to the tree
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And sing there and swing there, oh, so merrily;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
They make it all summer our joy and delight;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And in fall of the year 'tis a beautiful sight
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When the clustering wealth of its apples is seen—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Its ruby red apples all set in their green!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
—And Willie? Yes, he grew up, too, young Willie-
</p>
<p class="indent15">
wee,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And went as a sailor-boy over the sea.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
He sailed in a ship to some far distant shore;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A storm came—and—and—we saw him no more.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It was long, long ago that deep sorrow we bore!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The lads who were talking, as happy as kings,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of the coming of Christmas and all that it brings,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Are fathers now, so stately and tall.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Their children play by the garden wall,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And swing on the boughs of the apple tree,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Or climb to the top, the world to see;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
(Some have gone from the home the world to see!)
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And when autumn comes, and leaves turn brown,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the ripened fruits are shaken down,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And here and there, on the orchard ground,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The red and the golden are heaped around—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
'Tis the children who gather that tree by the wall,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the apples from off its boughs that fall,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With kindly care are stored away,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Sure to appear on Christmas Day
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In platter or basket for all to admire,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Or hung on strings before the fire,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
There to swing and sputter and roast,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
While many an one of the merry host
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Gives a tender thought to that first Willie-wee
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Who went as a sailor-boy over the sea.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The youngest of all; a new Willie-wee,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
—A curly-haired rogue, and our darling is he!—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Now claims for his own uncle Will's <i>Christmas-tree</i>.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Because," says the child, "<i>he</i> was named for <i>me!</i>"
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
ON CHRIST-DAY NIGHT.
</h2>
<h3>
By Nora Perry.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">F</span>rom room to room,
from stair to stair;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All silken-clad; while standing there
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Shut from the summer warmth and cheer,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The silken perfumed atmosphere
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of wealth and ease, a little maid
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With beating heart, yet unafraid,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Enchanted, watched the fairy scene
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Between the curtains' parted screen.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The fierce north wind came sweeping pa: t
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And shook her with its wintry blast;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The frosty pavement of the street
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Chilled to the bone her ill-clad feet;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Yet moment after moment fled
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And there she stood, with lifted head,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Her eager eyes, as in a trance,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Fixed on the changes of the dance,
</p>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
DULCET SOUNDS.
</h2>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0019" id="linkimage-0019"> </a>
</p>
<div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
<img src="images/9029.jpg" alt="9029 " width="100%" /><br /><a
href="images/9029.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</div>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>TATELY mansion,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
bright and gay
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With festal light, made
</p>
<p class="indent15">
darkness day
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Far up and down the dusky
</p>
<p class="indent15">
street
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That Christmas night, while hurry-
</p>
<p class="indent15">
ing feet
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Sped swiftly by, nor scarce de-
</p>
<p class="indent15">
layed
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For all the dulcet sounds that
</p>
<p class="indent15">
strayed
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In merry measures from within,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Where harp and flute and violin,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
In soft accordance, wild and sweet,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Made music for the dancers' feet.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All silken-clad those feet that kept
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That time and tune, or lightly stept
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Her eager ears still drinking in
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The strains of flute and violin;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And still, as sped the moments past,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Colder and colder swept the blast.
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0020" id="linkimage-0020"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0030m.jpg" alt="0030m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0030.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
But little heed had she, or care:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Her glance upon one vision fair,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
One vision, one, beyond the rest—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A girl with roses on her breast,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And with a look upon her face,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The sweet girl-face of Heaven's own grace,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As through the dance she smiling led
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Her youthful guests, with airy tread.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Ah, would she smile on me like this
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And would she give me kiss for kiss
</p>
<p class="indent5">
If I could stand there at her side?"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The wistful watcher softly cried.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Even as she spoke she closer crept,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Upon the broad low terrace stept,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And nearer leaned.—Just then, just there,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A street light sent a sudden glare
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Across her face.—One startled glance,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And from the changes of the dance.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With beating heart and eyes dilate.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The girlish mistress of the fête
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Sprang swiftly forth.—A moment more
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And through the window's opened door
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Another guest was ushered in.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Her lip was pale, her cheek was thin,
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
No costly robe of silk and lace
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Apparelled her, and 011 her face
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And in her dark bewildered eyes
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A shock of fear and shamed surprise
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Did wildly, desperately gleam,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
While here and there, as in a dream,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She vaguely heard, yet did not hear,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The sound of voices far and near.<br />
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She tried to speak: some word she said
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of all her troubled doubt and dread,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Some childish word—"what would they
</p>
<p class="indent15">
do?"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Then all at once a voice rang through
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Her troubled doubt, her troubled fear,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"What will they do, why, this—and this!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And on her cold lips dropped a kiss,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And found her frozen figure crept
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A tender clasp.—She laughed and wept
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And laughed again, for this and this,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
This tender clasp, this tender kiss,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Wras more than all her dream come true:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Was earth with Heaven's light shining through;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Was Christ's own promise kept aright—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
His word fulfilled on Christ-day night!
</p>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0021" id="linkimage-0021"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0031m.jpg" alt="0031m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0031.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
GRACIE'S FANCIES.
</h2>
<h3>
By Brenda Aubert.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> WHIRR of wings,
and a rush of feet!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And quick through the driving snow and
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Grace, at the window, with wondering eyes
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Watches their coming in shy surprise:
</p>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0022" id="linkimage-0022"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0032m.jpg" alt="0032m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0032.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
A flock of snow-birds, tiny and brown,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
On the gnarled old plum-tree settle down!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A moment she watches the chirping band,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Her sweet face resting upon her hand,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"O mamma, look! it is snowing brown"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She cries as the birdlings flutter down.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Then cries—and a laugh slips out with the words
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Why, mamma, the snow-flakes have turned to birds
</p>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
WAITING A WINTER'S TALE.
</h2>
<h3>
By Mrs. Sallie M. B. Piatt.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>OME sweet things
go just to make room for
</p>
<p class="indent15">
others:
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The blue field-blossom hurries from the dew,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
(My little maiden, hush your noisy brothers!)
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And see, the wild-rose reddens where it grew!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The green leaf fades that you may see the yellow;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
We have the honey when we miss the bee;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Who wants the apples, scarlet-stained and mellow,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Must give the buds upon his orchard-tree;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Then, for those finely painted birds that follow
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The sun about and scent their songs with flowers,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We have, when frosts are sharp and rains beat hollow,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
These pretty, gray crumb-gathering pets of ours;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The butterflies (you could not catch) were brighter
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Than anything that we have left in air;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But these still-flying shapes of snow are whiter,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
I fancy, than the very lilies were.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Then, is the glimmer of fire-flies, cold and eerie,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Far in the dusk, so pleasant after all
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As is this home-lamp playing warm and cheery,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Among your shadow-pictures on the wall?
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But I forget. There ought to be a story,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
A lovely story! Who shall tell it, then?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The boys want war—plumes, helmets, shields and
</p>
<p class="indent15">
glory—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
They'd like a grand review of Homer's men.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Their jealous sisters say it's tiresome hearing
</p>
<p class="indent5">
(A girl is not as patient as a boy,)
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of that old beauty—yes, the much-recurring,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
About-three-thousand-years-old, Helen of Troy.
</p>
<p>
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</p>
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</div>
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</h4>
<p class="indent5">
They'd rather hear some love-tale murmured faintly
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Through music of the sleigh-bells: something
</p>
<p class="indent15">
true,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Such as their young grandmothers, shy and saintly,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Heard under stars of winter—told anew!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The little children, one and all, are crying
</p>
<p class="indent10">
For just a few more fairies—but, you know
</p>
<p class="indent5">
They go to sleep when golden-rod is dying,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And do not wake till there is no more snow.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
They sleep who kept your Jersey cow from straying,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
My boy, while you were deep in books and
</p>
<p class="indent15">
grass:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Who tended flowers, my girl, while you were playing
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Some double game, or wearing out your glass.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
They sleep—but what sweet things they have been
</p>
<p class="indent15">
making,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
By golden moons, to give you a surprise—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Beat slower, little hearts with wonder aching,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Keep in the dark yet, all you eager eyes!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The fairies sleep. But their high lord and master
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Keeps wide-awake, and watches every hearth;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Great waters freeze that he may travel faster—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
He puts a girdle round about the earth!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Just now in the dim North, as he remembers
</p>
<p class="indent10">
His birthday back through centuries, he appears
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A trifle sad, and looks into the embers—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Then shakes down from his cheek a shower of
</p>
<p class="indent15">
tears.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
He thinks of little hands that reached out lightly
</p>
<p class="indent10">
To catch his beard and pull it with a will,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Now round their buried rosebuds folded whitely,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Forever and forever, oh, how still!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Ah, where are all the children? How I miss
</p>
<p class="indent15">
them!
</p>
<p class="indent10">
So many worlds-full are gone since I came!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I long to take them to my heart and kiss them,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And hear those still small voices laugh my name.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Some over whom no violet yet is growing;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Some under broken marble, ages old;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Some lie full fathom five where seas are flowing;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Some, among cliffs and chasms, died a-cold;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Some through the long Wars of the Roses faded;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Some did walk barefoot to the Holy Land;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Some show young faces with the bride's-veil
</p>
<p class="indent15">
shaded;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Some touch me with the nun's all-gracious hand;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Some in the purple with crown-jewels burning,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Some in the peasant's hodden-gray go by,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Some in forlornest prisons darkly yearning
</p>
<p class="indent10">
For earth and grass, the dove's wing and the
</p>
<p class="indent15">
sky.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"One sails to wake a world that has been lying
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Hid in its leaves, far in the lonesome West,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In an enchanted sleep, with strange winds sighing
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Among the strange flowers in her dreaming breast.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And One—I held Him first—the immortal Stranger!
</p>
<p class="indent10">
I smell, to-night, the frankincense and myrrh; <br /> <br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I see the star-led wise men and the manger;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And his own Mother—I remember her!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"But—where's my cloak? Is this a time for sorrow?
</p>
<p>
... And where's the story, do you ask of me?
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow!
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And shall you have it then? Why—we shall see!
</p>
<p>
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</p>
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</div>
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</h4>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
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</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
CHRISTMAS.
</h2>
<h3>
By Mrs. L. C. Whiton.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>AMMA, what is
Christmas?" How can I
</p>
<p class="indent15">
say?
</p>
<p class="indent10">
I will try to answer you "true as true."
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It is just the loveliest, lovely day,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That is steeped in rose-color all the way through!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When miniature toy-shops in stockings are found,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That are left in the chambers without a sound;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And papa gives gifts with a tender cheer;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And brother "hurrahs for the top of the year;"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And sister looks on with her wistful eyes,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With a soft, sweet smile at every surprise:
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And Christmas means this:
</p>
<p class="indent15">
A little child's bliss,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the love of the dear Christ felt like a kiss.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And a piled-up glory is hard to express;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And "What is Christmas?" is wonder for all.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It is when the earth puts on holiday dress,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Made spotless fair with snowflakes that fall;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When hearts are lavish with treasures of love,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the pale, pure stars shine brighter above;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the dancing firelight seems to play
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In the most mysterious, haunting way;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the house fairies wander from sweet to sweet,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With an unexplored kingdom laid at their feet:
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And Christmas means this:
</p>
<p class="indent15">
A little child's bliss,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the love of the dear Christ felt like a kiss.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And still "What is Christmas?" Darling, come here.
</p>
<p class="indent10">
It is meant for the birthday, "true as true,"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of a beautiful child that was born in Judea,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That His mother loved, as I love you;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That grew up to teach you how you should seek
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To be in your spirit "lowly and meek,"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And onward higher and higher to go,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Till you changed to an angel, whiter than snow;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And offered freely (that all might take)
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The gift of Himself for the whole world's sake!
</p>
<p class="indent15">
And Christmas means this:
</p>
<p class="indent15">
A little child's bliss,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the love of the dear Christ felt like a kiss.
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
MIDSUMMER SONGS.
</h2>
<p>
And flow, since all the little birds are singing
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In bush and brake,
</p>
<p>
And all the honey flower bells dimly ringing,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And grasses shake—
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p>
And grasses shake before the reapers' coming.;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
While through and through
</p>
<p>
This sweetness locusts shrill and bees are humming,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
I'll sing to you
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p>
A little song, with bird-notes all a-twitter,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With honey flowing
</p>
<p>
From tilted flower-cups with dew a-glitter,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With fireflies glowing;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p>
And over it roses in knots, and myrtle,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
As thickly lay
</p>
<p>
(And violets) as on a maiden's kirtle,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
A holiday.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p>
Sweetened all through with flowers, with which 'tis filled
</p>
<p class="indent10">
So full, you see
</p>
<p>
It needs (and also honey round it spilled)
</p>
<p class="indent10">
A sweet song be.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<h3>
—M. E. W.
</h3>
<p>
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</p>
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</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0042.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
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</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
"SAINT EMILY."
</h2>
<h3>
By E. F. Frye.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>HEN grass grows
green in spring-time
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And trees are budding gay,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When the breath of bursting lilacs
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Makes sweet the air of May,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When cowslips fringe the brooksides,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And violets gem the dells,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And tremble mid the grasses
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The wind-flower's slender bells,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When the fragrant lily rises
</p>
<p class="indent10">
From its sheltering sheath of green,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In the city's narrow alleys
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Saint Emily is seen.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A modest little maiden,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
She walks secure from harm;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A basket, flower-laden,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Swings lightly on her arm,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And right and left she scatters,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Alike to bad and good,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The beauties of the garden,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The treasures of the wood.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When summer days drag slowly,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In languor, heat, and pain,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To those who lie in hospital,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Never to rise again,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Dreaming, with fevered longing,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Of shady country homes,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Where roses hang in clusters,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And honeysuckle blooms,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
From cot to cot so softly
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Moves dear Saint Emily;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And here a rose she proffers,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And there a bud lays she.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The close abode of sickness
</p>
<p class="indent10">
She fills with fragrant bloom;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Her gentle presence passes
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Like music through the room
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And many a moaning sufferer
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Hushes his sad complaint,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And follows with his weary eyes
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The movements of this saint.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When autumn paints the woodlands
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With scarlet and with gold,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When the blue gentian's lids unclose
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In frosty meadows cold,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
From the little troop of children
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That crowd some Orphan Home
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The joyous shout arises,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
"Saint Emily has come!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And round her close they gather,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
An eager little band,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
While from the well-stored basket
</p>
<p class="indent10">
She fills each outstretched hand
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With purple hillside asters,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And wondrous golden-rod,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And all the lingering flowers that love
</p>
<p class="indent10">
To dress the autumn sod;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And pallid cheeks flush rosy,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And heavy eyes grow bright,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And little hearts forlorn and lone,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Stir with a deep delight.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And when the woods are naked,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And flowers no longer blow,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When the green nooks they love so well
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Are buried in the snow,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Not quite unknown that presence
</p>
<p class="indent10">
To children sick in bed,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Bearing bright wreaths of autumn leaves,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And strings of berries red.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A heaven-sent mission, surely,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
To cheer the sick and poor
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With bounties that the bounteous God
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Has strewn beside our door—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To gladden little children,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
To comfort dying hours,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To bear to wretched hearts and homes
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The gospel of the flowers.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
What marvel if glad blessings
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Surround Saint Emily!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
What marvel if some loving eyes
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In her an angel see!—
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And, too, what marvel if the thought
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Is borne to me and thee,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That many a kindly boy and girl
</p>
<p class="indent10">
As sweet a saint might be.
</p>
<p>
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</p>
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</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0045.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
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</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
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</div>
<h2>
BLUE AND GOLD.
</h2>
<h3>
By Mrs. Clara Doty Bates.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>HE warm June day
was full
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Of color as it could hold;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Now, which is the sweetest blue,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And which is the brightest gold,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In all that your little eyes can see,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In cloud-land, earth, or the water-world?"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I said to the children three.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We were on the fresh new grass,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And the pretty hammock hung
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Like a web between the trees,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And in it the baby swung.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
'Twas as if a spider, busy and sly,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Had spun its meshes there, white and light,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And caught a butterfly.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A moment's silence fell
</p>
<p class="indent10">
On all, till Teddy guessed—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
He had eyes for every bird,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And eyes, too, for its nest—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And he cried—the eager little soul—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"The bluest blue is the bluebird,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And gold is the oriole."
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Then Flora, who loved flowers,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
But had not spoken yet,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Whispered that gold was a crocus,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And blue a violet.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And Edith, the more emphatic one,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Said: "No; the bluest blue is the sky,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the goldenest gold the sun!"
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I pointed to the web
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That swung so white and light,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In which the baby cooed
</p>
<p class="indent10">
As a nestling pigeon might;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"I can answer best of all," I said,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"For there is in water-world, earth or skies
</p>
<p class="indent5">
No blue so sweet as that baby's eyes,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
No gold so bright as his head!"
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
THE LAND OF USED-TO-BE.
</h2>
<h3>
By James Whitcomb Riley.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span>ND where's the
Land of Used-to-be, does little baby wonder?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Oh, we will clap a magic saddle over papa's knee,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And ride away around the world, and in and out and under,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The whole of all the golden sunny summer-time, and see!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Leisurely and lazy-like we'll jostle on our journey,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And let the pony bathe his hooves and cool them in the dew,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As he sidles down the shady way, and lags along the ferny
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And the green grassy edges of the lane we travel through.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And then we'll canter on to catch the bubble of the thistle,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
As it bumps among the butterflies, and glimmers down the sun,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To leave us laughing, all content to hear the robin whistle,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Or guess what Katydid is saying little Katy's done.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And pausing here a minute, where we hear the squirrel chuckle
</p>
<p class="indent10">
As he darts from out the underbrush and scampers up the tree,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We will gather buds and locust-blossoms, leaves and honeysuckle,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
To wreathe around our foreheads, riding into Used-to-be;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For here's the very rim of it that we go swinging over—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Don't you hear the fairy bugles, and the tinkle of the bells?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And see the baby bumble-bees that tumble in the clover,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And dangle from the tilted pinks and tipsy pimpernels?
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And don't you see the merry faces of the daffodillies,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And the jolly johnny-jump-ups, and the buttercups a-glee,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the low, lolling ripples ring around the water-lilies,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
All greeting us with laughter to the Land of Used-to-be?
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And here among the blossoms of the blooming vines and grasses,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With a haze forever hanging in a sky forever blue,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And with a breeze from over seas to kiss us as it passes,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
We will romp around forever as the little fairies do;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For all the elves of earth and air are swarming here together—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The prankish Puck, king Oberon, and queen Titania too;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And dear old Mother Goose herself, as sunny as the weather,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Comes dancing down the dewy walks to welcome me and you!
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
A BABY SHOW.
</h2>
<h3>
By H. H.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> DROLL
conversation I once overheard—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Two children, a cat, a cow, and a bird.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The names of the children were Eddie and Jane;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The names of the others I did not hear plain.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
How came I to hear them? I think I won't
</p>
<p class="indent15">
tell:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
You may guess, if you please; and if you guess
</p>
<p class="indent15">
well
</p>
<p class="indent5">
You'll guess that I heard it as many a man hears,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With his fancy alone, and not with his ears.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Such a wonderful plaything never was known!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Like a real live dolly, and all for their own!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Two happier children could nowhere be found,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
No, not if you travelled the whole world around.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
They had drawn her this morning where daisies
</p>
<p class="indent15">
grew—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
White daisies, all shining and dripping with dew;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Long wreaths of the daisies, and chains, they had
</p>
<p class="indent15">
made;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In the baby's lap these wreaths they had laid,
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The children were drawing, with caution and care,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Their sweet baby-sister, to give her the air,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In a dainty straw wagon with wheels of bright red,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And a top of white muslin which shaded her head.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She was only one year and a few months old;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Her eyes were bright blue and her hair was like
</p>
<p class="indent15">
gold;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She laughed all the time from morning till night,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Till Eddie and Jane were quite wild with delight=.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And were laughing to watch her fat little hands
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Untwisting and twisting the stems and the strands.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Just then, of a sudden, a lark flew by
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And sang at the top of his voice in the sky;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Ho! ho! Mr. Lark," shouted Jane,"come down here!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We're not cruel children. You may come without fear.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We've something to show you. In all your life
</p>
<p class="indent15">
maybe
</p>
<p class="indent5">
You'll never see anything sweet as our baby!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
'Twas an odd thing, now, for a lark to do—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I hope you won't think my story's untrue—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But this is the thing that I saw and I heard:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That lark flew right down, like a sociable bird,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As soon as they called him, and perched on a tree,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And winked with his eye at the children and me,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And laughed out, as much as a bird ever can,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As he cried, "Ha! ha! Little woman and man!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"You'll be quite surprised and astonished, maybe,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To hear that I do not think much of your baby.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Why, out in the field here I've got in my nest,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All cuddled up snug 'neath my wife's warm breast,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Four little babies—two sisters, two brothers—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And all with bright eyes, as bright as their moth-
</p>
<p class="indent15">
er's;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Your baby's at least ten times older than they,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But they are all ready to fly to-day;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"They'll take care of themselves in another week,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Before your poor baby can walk or can speak.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It has often surprised me to see what poor things
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All babies are that are born without wings;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And but one at a time! Dear me, my wife
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Would be quite ashamed of so idle a life!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the lark looked as scornful as a lark knows
</p>
<p class="indent15">
how,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As he swung up and down on a slender bough.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A cat had been eying him there for a while,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And sprang at him now from top of a stile.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But she missed her aim—he was quite too high;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And oh, how he laughed as he soared in the sky!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Then the cat scrambled up, disappointed and cross;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She looked all about her, and felt at a loss
</p>
<p class="indent5">
What next she should do. So she took up the
</p>
<p class="indent15">
thread
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of the lark's discourse, and ill-naturedly said:
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Yes, indeed, little master and miss, I declare,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It's enough to make any mother-cat stare
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To see what a time you do make, to be sure.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Over one small creature, so helpless and poor
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As your babies are! Why, I've six of my own:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When they were two weeks old they could run alone;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
They're never afraid of dogs or of rats—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In a few weeks more they'll be full-grown cats;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Their fur is as fine and as soft as silk—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Two gray, and three black, and one white as new
</p>
<p class="indent15">
milk.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A fair fight for a mouse in my family
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Is as pretty a sight as you'll ever see.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It is all very well to brag of your baby—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
One of these years it will be something, maybe!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And without even looking at the baby's face,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The cat walked away at a sleepy pace.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Moo, Moo!" said a cow, coming up. "Moo,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Moo!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Young people, you're making a great to-do
</p>
<p class="indent5">
About your baby. And the lark and the cat,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
They're nothing but braggers—I wouldn't give
</p>
<p class="indent15">
that."
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0027" id="linkimage-0027"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0051m.jpg" alt="0051m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0051.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
(And the cow snapped her tail as you'd snap your
</p>
<p class="indent15">
thumb)
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"For all the babies, and kittens, and birds, that come
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In the course of a year! It does make me laugh
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To look at them all, by the side of a calf!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Why, my little Brindle as soon as 'twas born
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Stood up on its legs, and sniffed at the corn;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Before it had been in the world an hour
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It began to gambol, and canter, and scour
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All over the fields. See its great shining eyes,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And its comely red hair that so glossy lies
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And thick! he has never felt cold in his life;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But the wind cuts your baby's skin like a knife.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Poor shivering things! I have pitied them oft,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All muffled and smothered in flannel soft.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Ha! ha! I am sure the stupidest gaby
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Can see that a calf's ahead of a baby!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the cow called her calf, and tossed up her
</p>
<p class="indent15">
head
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Like a person quite sure of all she has said.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Then Jane looked at Eddy, and Eddy at Jane;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Said Eddy, "How mean! I declare, they're too
</p>
<p class="indent15">
vain
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"To live—preposterous things! They don't know
</p>
<p class="indent5">
What they're talking about! I'd like them to show
</p>
<p class="indent5">
a bird, or a kitten, or a learned calf.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That can kiss like our baby, or smile, or laugh!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Yes, indeed, so should I!' said Jane in a rage;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"The poor little thing! She's advanced for her age,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For the minister said so the other day—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She's worth a hundred kittens or calves to play.
</p>
<p>
"And as for young birds—they're pitiful things!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I saw a whole nest once, all mouths and bare wings,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And they looked jis if they'd been picked by the
</p>
<p class="indent15">
cook
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To broil for breakfast. I'm sure that they shook
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With cold if their mother got off for a minute—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I'm glad we have flannel, and wrap babies in it!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
So the children went grumbling one to the other,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And when they reached home they told their mother.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The dear baby, asleep, in its crib she laid,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And laughed as she kissed the children, and said:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Do you think I believe that the sun can shine
</p>
<p class="indent5">
On a boy or a girl half so sweet as mine?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The lark, and the cat, and the cow were all right—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Each baby seems best in its own mother's sight!"
</p>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0028" id="linkimage-0028"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0053m.jpg" alt="0053m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0053.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
A YOUNG INQUIRER.
</h2>
<p>
By Charlotte Mellen Packard.
</p>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">H</span>OW does life look
behind the Hill?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All the suns I have ever seen
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Peeped from over a mountain screen,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Stretched a finger of rosy light
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Through some crevice to paint "Good-night;"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Up the darkness the great round moon
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Floated by like a red balloon,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Hung and glittered awhile, until
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It went to the people behind the Hill.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The earth spins round, the mountain is still
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Men and women they come and they go,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Children play in the valley below.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Winds are roaring, or winds are whist,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Sun may pass, there is rain and mist,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The world we know is a bright world still,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But ah, for the other behind the Hill!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Voices are calling me day by day—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I listen, and wonder whatever they say!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The valleys are pleasant, and days are long
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With play and study, with work and song—
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But a boy keeps planning for other things,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
There's room in his restless body for wings,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And fancy will never fold them until
</p>
<p class="indent5">
He sees for himself what is over the Hill.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But most I dream of the unknown sea
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Where brave ships hasten like birds set free,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Where plunging breakers ride high and loud
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Till the sailor is lost between wave and cloud.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Oh the sunny lands, and the frozen zone,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The forests where never a man is known!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
There are wonders and wonders waiting still
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For a boy who has never looked over the Hill!
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0029" id="linkimage-0029"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0054m.jpg" alt="0054m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0054.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0030" id="linkimage-0030"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0055m.jpg" alt="0055m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0055.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
IN MIDSUMMER.
</h2>
<h3>
By Mrs. L. C. Whiton.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>NTO silence of the
morning's splendor
</p>
<p class="indent10">
There is shaken a golden robin's dream;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Kissed by sunshine to divine surrender,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Bloom the snowy lilies in the stream;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Soft south winds the hidden wild flowers Woo;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And between the tangled leaves in view—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Hush! I see the Summer,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Summer, Summer floating through.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Climbs the sun, with ecstasy of shining,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
From the blush of rising into gold;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the river's heart, with close defining,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Tells the same sweet story it is told;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Hills are veiled in tender mists anew;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
From the liquid skies' unshadowed blue-
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Hush! I see the Summer,
</p>
<p class="indent15">
Summer, Summer flooding through.
</p>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
A MIDSUMMER SONG.
</h2>
<h3>
By Mary E. Wilkins.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span> WANT to sing a
little song to please you,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
How midsummer comes following after June,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And shall I pitch it by the lark or robin?—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
For songs in midsummer should be in tune.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And shall I give it sweetness like the roses?—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
For midsummer has roses, as you know,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As well as June; and sprinkled o'er with spices
</p>
<p class="indent10">
From beds of pinks and poppies in a row?
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Perhaps like them; or, maybe 'twould be sweeter,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
My little song, and prettier sound to you,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
If I should make it make you think of lilies—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
For midsummer has always lilies too.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Around the meadow-sweet the bees they cluster
</p>
<p class="indent10">
So thick the children pick it not for fear—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Like meadow-sweet and bees, if I could make it,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
A pretty little song 'twould be to hear!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Down in the field a crowd of flowers are standing;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The locusts pipe, the flowers keep sweet and still—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With honey-balls of clover and the others,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
If only I my little song could fill!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I want to sing a little song to please you
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Of midsummer that's following after June,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But oh! of all her sweet, gay things, I cannot
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With one put yet my little song in tune!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I think you'll have to find a child or robin,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Some ignorant and merry-hearted thing;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For, I suppose, a song of the midsummer
</p>
<p class="indent10">
It takes a heart more like a bird's to sing!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
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<img src="images/0057m.jpg" alt="0055m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
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<a href="images/0057.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<h3>
IN THE BLACK FOREST.
</h3>
<p>
By Celia Thaxter.
</p>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">U</span>P through the
great Black Forest,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
So wild and wonderful,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We climbed in the autumn afternoon
</p>
<p class="indent10">
'Mid the shadows deep and cool.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We climbed to the Grand Duke's castle
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That stood on the airy height;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Above the leagues of pine-trees dark
</p>
<p class="indent10">
It shone in the yellow light.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Around the edge of her wee white cap
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We saw how the peasant women
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Were toiling along the way,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In the open spaces, here and there,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That steeped in the sunshine lay.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
They gathered the autumn harvest—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
All toil-worn and weather-browned;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
They gathered the roots they had planted in spring,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And piled them up on the ground.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
We heard the laughter of children,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And merrily down the road
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Ran little Max with a rattling cart,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Heaped with a heavy load.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Upon orange carrots, and beets so red,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And turnips smooth and white,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With leaves of green all packed between,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Sat the little Rosel bright.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The wind -blew out her curls—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A sweeter face I have never seen
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Than this happy little girl's.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
A spray of the carrot's foliage fine,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Soft as a feather of green,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Drooped over her head from behind her ear.
</p>
<p class="indent10">
As proud as the plume of a queen.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Light was his burden to merry Max,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With Rosel perched above,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And he gazed at her on that humble throne
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With the eyes of pride and love.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With joyful laughter they passed us by,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And up through the forest of pine,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
So solemn and still, we made our way
</p>
<p class="indent10">
To the castle of Eberstein.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Oh, lofty the Grand Duke's castle
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That looked o'er the forest gloom;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But better I love to remember
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The children's rosy bloom.
</p>
<p>
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</p>
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</div>
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</h4>
<p class="indent5">
Oh, vast and dim and beautiful
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Were the dark woods' shadowy aisles.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And all their silent depths seemed lit
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With the children's golden smiles.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And sweet is the picture I brought away
</p>
<p class="indent10">
From the wild Black Forest shade,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of proud and happy and merry Max,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And Rosel, the little maid.
</p>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
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</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
EDITH'S LESSON.
</h2>
<h3>
By Mrs. Margaret E. Sangster.
</h3>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>UT in the meadow
the scented breeze
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Was full of the gossip of birds and bees;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Out in the orchard the glad things flew,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And o'er meadow and orchard the sky was blue—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The sky was blue, and the clouds were white,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the summer morning was blithe and bright.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p>
"<br /> It
is quite too lovely in-doors to stay,"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Said Edith, "whether I work or play."
</p>
<p class="indent5">
So slate and pencil and fairy-book
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Were carried forth to a cozy nook,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Where the shadows glanced, and the sunbeams shone,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the dear little girl could be alone.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
There were hard examples that must be done,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
For father to see ere the set of sun;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And there was the merriest tale to read,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of a lady fair, on a milk-white steed,—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of a lady fair, and a stately lover,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the charm that lay in a four-leaf clover.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Study the lesson!" the robin said,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As he poised on the branch above her head,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With a whirr of wings like the beat of drums;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Edith," the bee hummed, "mind the sums!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But shadow and shine in their airy play
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Coaxed for the story that matched the day.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Any time will do for the tiresome task,"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Said Edith at last, "and I think I'll ask
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Papa to excuse my Arithmetic,—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
In such warm weather I might be sick
</p>
<p class="indent5">
If I taxed this poor little brain of mine."
</p>
<p class="indent5">
So she listened, you see, to shadow and shine;
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And then full-length on the velvet grass,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She dreamed of delights that would come to pass
</p>
<p class="indent5">
When she, too large for the rigid rule
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Of the happy home, or the stricter school,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Should be a woman, and quite at ease
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Each hour to do what she might please.
</p>
<p>
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</p>
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<img src="images/0061m.jpg" alt="0061m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0061.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
"On silvery paper, with golden pen,"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She mused,"I'd write love-stories then,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And wherever I went, would people say,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
'The gifted Edith is here to-day! '
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And maybe,—for stranger things have been,—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I might Editor be of a Magazine!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
No higher flight could her fancy take,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Were the darling child asleep or awake;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And presently there in that paradise,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The lids fell over the heavy eyes,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the noon-bell's summons, loud and clear,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Was heeded not by her slumbering ear.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
How long was her nap, I do not know,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But she sauntered home when the sun was low';
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Dinner was over, and father frowned,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And chided her gently for "idling round,"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
While gravely he bade her be sure and see
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That she solved her examples after tea.
</p>
<p>
<br /> <br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
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</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
DORRIS' SPINNING.
</h2>
<h3>
(<i>An Old Time Ballad</i>.)
</h3>
<p>
By Margaret J. Preston.
</p>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>HE sat in the
upper chamber
</p>
<p class="indent10">
—'Twas a summer of Long Ago—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And looked through the gable window
</p>
<p class="indent10">
At the river that ran below,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And over the quiet pastures,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And up at the wide blue sky,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And envied the jay his freedom
</p>
<p class="indent10">
As he lazily flitted by.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Yet patiently at her spinning,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
In a halo of happy light,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Se wrought, though a shimmer rippled
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The heads of the wheat in sight—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Though the garden was spilling over
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Its cups on the fragrant air,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And the hollyhocks at the doorway
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Had never looked half so fair.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She saw, as her wheel kept whirling,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The leisure of Nature too—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The beautiful holiday weather
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Left nothing for her to do:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
The cattle were idly grazing,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And even the frisky sheep,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Away in the distant meadows,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Lay under the shade asleep.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
So sitting, she heard sweet laughter,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And a bevy of maidens fair,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With babble of merry voices,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Came climbing the chamber stair;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"O Dorns! how can you bear it,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
To drone at your spinning here?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Why, girl! it's the heart of summer,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The goldenest time of year.
</p>
<p>
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</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0063m.jpg" alt="0063m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0063.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="indent5">
"Put out of your hand the distaff,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
This wearisome whirl relax—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
There are things that are gayer, Dorris,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Than sitting and spinning flax:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Come with us away to the forest;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
When it rains is the time to ply
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Such tiresome tasks—and to-day is
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The fifteenth day of July!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
With a face that was softly saddened,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Sweet Dorris looked up and said,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
As she ravelled a bit of tangle,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And twisted again her thread,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Nay, nay, I must do my spinning;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It wouldn't be kind or right
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That the loom should be kept a-waiting;
</p>
<p class="indent10">
My hanks must be done to-night.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
So the frolicsome maidens left her,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With something of mild surprise
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That Dorris should choose a duty,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With pleasure before her eyes;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Not dreaming that when her mother
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Her "dozens" should count up-stairs,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And kiss her and say, "My darling!"
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Her day would be glad as theirs.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
So she minded her wheel, and blithely
</p>
<p class="indent10">
She sang as she twirled it round,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And cunningly from her fingers
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The delicate fibre wound;
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And on through the sunny hours,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That neither were sad nor long,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
She toiled in her sweet obedience,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And lightened her toil with song.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Aye, surely, the day is lovely!
</p>
<p class="indent10">
It tugs at my very heart
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To look at its drifting beauty,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Nor share in its joy my part r
</p>
<p class="indent5">
I may not go forth to meet it,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
But the summer is kind, you see,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And I think, as I sit at my spinning—
</p>
<p class="indent10">
I think it will come to me!"
</p>
<p class="indent5">
(<i>She sings.</i>)
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Come hither, happy birds,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With warbling woo me,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Till songs that have no words
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Melt through and through me!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Come, bees, that drop and rise
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Within the clover,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Where yellow butterflies
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Go glancing over!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p>
Oh, roses, red and white,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
And lilies, shining
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Like gilded goblets bright
</p>
<p class="indent10">
With silver lining—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Each to my window send
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Gifts worth the winning,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
To cheer me as I bend
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Above my spinning!
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"Oh, ripples on the sand,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That break in beauty,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Oh, pines, that stiffly stand
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Like guards on duty,
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Green meadows, where, this morn,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The scythes were mowing,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Soft slopes, where, o'er the corn
</p>
<p class="indent10">
The wind is blowing,
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
"White clouds above the hill
</p>
<p class="indent10">
That sail together,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Rich summer scents that fill
</p>
<p class="indent10">
This summer weather—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All bring the sweets you've found
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Since morn's beginning,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
And come and crowd them round
</p>
<p class="indent10">
My day of spinning!"
</p>
<p>
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</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0065m.jpg" alt="0065m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0065.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p>
<br /><br />
</p>
<hr />
<p>
<a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> </a>
</p>
<div style="height: 4em;">
<br /><br /><br /><br />
</div>
<h2>
THE BROOK BEHIND THE WAUMBEK HOUSE.
</h2>
<h3>
( <i>Jefferson and White Mountains.</i>)
</h3>
<p>
By Mrs. Martha Perry Lowe.
</p>
<p>
<br /><br /><a name="linkimage-0035" id="linkimage-0035"> </a>
</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0066m.jpg" alt="0066m " width="100%" /><br />
</div>
<h4>
<a href="images/0066.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a>
</h4>
<p class="pfirst">
<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">R</span>UN along thy
pastures, happy, happy brook,
</p>
<p class="indent10">
Run along the pebbles, with a curvet and a
</p>
<p class="indent15">
crook,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Sing it all the morning, and sing it afternoon,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Sing it all the starry night—that pleasant little
</p>
<p class="indent15">
tune!
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Are you growing modest, do you think that I shall
</p>
<p class="indent15">
tire?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Do you fear that I shall go and look for something
</p>
<p class="indent15">
higher?
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Well I know the noisy world has music grand enough,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
But I do not care for all its preludes, wild and
</p>
<p class="indent15">
rough.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Well I know other music, solemn and sublime,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Voices of the ocean sounding all the depths of
</p>
<p class="indent15">
time:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That is not the music I am looking for to-day,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
It is you I want to hear, so frolicsome and gay.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Do not ever try to practise any modern art,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Do not even stop to think or care about your part,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Sing just as you always do, when there are none to
</p>
<p class="indent15">
hear,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
That will surely be the sweetest way to please my ear.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Ah, my little brook! how foolish was my thought:
</p>
<p class="indent5">
All the praises of the worldling can disturb you naught.
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Nothing can mislead you, or set you ill at ease,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Make you think about yourself, or of the way
</p>
<p class="indent15">
to please.
</p>
<p>
<br />
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Not a little fish could have made such a speech,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Not a shining fly that skims along your beach,
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Not a little bird would have said such a thing—
</p>
<p class="indent5">
Pardon me my foolishness, and sing again, sing!
</p>
<p>
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</p>
<div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
<img src="images/0067m.jpg" alt="0067m " width="100%" /><br />
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BOBBY LEE
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<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>NE, two, three!
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One was Bobby Lee
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Sitting by the brook,
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With his fishing-hook,
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With his spelling-book
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Thrust far aside,
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Whilst loud he cried:
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"For once, no school,
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For once, no rule,
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Bell, ring away!
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This whole, whole day
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I'll stop and play!"
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One, two, three!
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One was Mrs. Bee
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Stopping just to stare
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At the vision there—
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Bobby by the brook
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With his fishing-hook;
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At the spelling-book
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Thrust far aside;
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THREE.
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By Rosa Graham.
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Whilst loud she cried:
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"The livelong day
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A boy to play!
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I'd like to see
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One little bee
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Like Bobby Lee!"
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One, two, three!
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One was Lady Rose,
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In her pretty clothes,
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Staring down to see
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Little Bobby Lee,
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With his fishing-hook,
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With his spelling-book
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Thrust far aside,
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Whilst loud she cried:
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"The livelong day,
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A boy to play!
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I'd like to know,
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If I did so,
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How I would grow!"
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SUMMER'S GOING.
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By Mrs. L. C. Whiton.
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<span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">L</span>EAVES are
shrinking on the trees,
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Where the nests are hidden;
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There's a hush among the bees,
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As to roam forbidden;
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There's the silk of corn that shows
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Faded tangles blowing:
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So that everybody knows,
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Darling, summer's going.
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There are insects' wings that gleam;
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Locusts shrilly calling;
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There are silences that seem
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Into sadness falling;
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There is not another rose
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But the sweet-brier blowing:
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So that everybody knows,
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Darling, summer's going.
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There's the mist that haunts the night
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Into morning sailing,
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Leaving filmy webs of light
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On the grasses trailing;
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There's the fierce red sun that glows,
</p>
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Through the vapor showing:
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So that everybody knows,
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<p class="indent10">
Darling, summer's going.
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</p>
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Breathe but softest little sigh.
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Child, for vanished roses,
</p>
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For each season, going by,
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<p class="indent10">
Something sweet discloses;
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And if in your heart has grown
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<p class="indent10">
Truth to fairer blowing,
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Summer then will be your own,
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Spite of summer's going.
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