^-w*^' i\\\'i '''•'■'• •■*" ' • ^*^ >^'-^- ^K^ ,,j.v -^ 'ic ^ vX'^' 5, - '^ 1 '•■ v^ v^ ^Oo, b^ %. •^oo^ Royal Gifts. OUR youth should be educated iu a stricter rule from the first, for if education becomes lawless, and the youths themselves become lawless, they can never grow up into well conducted and meritorious citizens, and the education must begin with their plays. — Plato. Royal Gifts KIMDERGARTEN A MANUAL FOR SELF INSTRUCTION FRIEDEICn FRCEBEL'S PRINCIPLES OF EDUCATION. TOGETHER WITH A COLLECTION OF SONGS, GAMES, AND POEMS The Home, The Kindergarten and The Primary School. FRANCES POST VAN NORSTRAND, B. A. Author of ^'Blossoms by the Wayside," "Life's Ideal," "Sunshine," "Social Dynamite," Etc. ASSISTED BY S ' ^ MRS. ALICE H. PUTNAM. C' I I SUPEBINTENDENT CHICAGO FRCEBEL ASSOCIATION. ELEGANTLY ILLUSTRATED. CHICAGO: STANDARD PUBLISHING COMPANY. Harrisburg, Pa.: Pennsylvania Publishing Co. i Dayton, 0.: Historical Publishing Co. Atchison, Kan.: L. A. Davis &, Co. I Oakland, Cal.: A. E. Whitney & Co. 1S8Q. LBn77 Copyrighted By F. P. VAN NORSTRAND. 1888. TO ALL LOVERS OF CHILDREN, THIS VOLUME IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED BY THE AUTHOR. THE right carrying out of this new idea of education will, more than anything else, help to conquer crude materialism, and to break the path for idealism to harmonize with the practical actuality, and bring the real and ideal life again into accord. — Friedrich Frosbel. PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. DEMAND for Kindergarten Education in our country lias greatly increased during the past decade. One of the chief reasons for this is the fact that a correct knowledge of the system, has never, until recently, been generally promulgated. The remarkable enthusiasm created by the few lecturers upon the subject, and the gi-eat success of Kindergarten schools founded on this system, has called forth a more general inquiry concerning its merits. It is proposed in this volume to present an outline of the Kindergarten plan, as invented and developed by Friederich Froebel, of Germany. It is conceded that no other system will so fully meet the requirements of the parent, teacher and child, when faithfully carried out in all of its important features. "Kindergarten culture," says the author of "Moral Culture of Infancy," is the adult mind entering into the child's world, and appreciating nature's intention, as displayed in every impulse of spontaneous life, so directing it that the joy of success may be ensured at every step, and artistic things be actually produced, which gives the self-reliance and conscious intelligence that ought to discriminate human power from blind force." This work is specially designed for mothers, nurses and Kindergartners, precise and full descriptions being given. Its minuteness, thoroughness, and clearness of direc- tion will, it is believed, make it the best manual for Kindergarten instruction published. It is just the work needed in the family, where the children are unable to attend a Kin- dergarten regularly. It teaches how to provide the children of three years and over with instructive, quiet amusement, how to quicken their intellect without wearying the brain; how to inculcate manual skill, artistic taste, a ready appreciation of results, and consequently a love of learning and application; the mind is ti'ained through apparent play and recreation, and the children prepared for school, and home instruction is ren- dered easy and entertaining without requiring constant attention. For gi'eater convenience the work has been aiTanged under appropriate subject headings or departments — such as "The Kindergarten," "The Nurseiy," "School Days," "Babyland," "Baby-Days and Baby-Plays," "Lessons of Life," "Animals," "Birds," "Trees," "Flowers," Nature's Voice," "Religion," and "Anniversai'ies." The "Kindergarten" Department contains explicit directions touching the introduc- tion and full instruction as to the use, of the several Gifts and Occupations of this ad- mirable system of education, presenting interesting explanatory exercises with each. publishers' preface. The Songs and Physical plays are an essential feature of the Kindergarten. The se- lections given in this volume, accompanied by Music, have been carefully made by Mrs. Alice H. Putnam, the Principal ami Superintendent of the Chicago Froebel Association. Her high social and intellectual position is a sufficient guarantee that her work has been ■well and conscientiously done, and that she has presented the latest and best songs in use. The language will be found childlike, as well as good, the rhyme perfect, and the accent in word and in music harmonious. The "Nursery" department presents in rhyme, facts concerning real things and truth in melodies that Avill be readily fixed in the memory of the very youngest long before the school age. It will be found unique, full of i^ictorial illustrations,teaching in a simple way truths which every child should know, and will remember. Under "School Days" the various school studies are taught in pleasing rhyme, such as Arithmetic, Grammar, Geo- graphy, History, Astronomy, Geometry, Physiology and Hygiene. "Baby Lnnd" will be especially attractive to the mother and the delight of the "wee little ones," containing as it does a choice selection of the brightest and most chai'ming baby and cradle songs and lullabys in the English language. "Baby-Days and Baby- Plays" most pleasingly and studiously considers child-life in its interesting and various moods and phases with its diverging tastes. The child's versatile nature is administered to in his pastimes and in his mor ; thoughtful moments, that the cords of his tender and pure heai*t may find response, his little sorrows be soothed, his rejoicings entered into, his sympathies invited, and his willful outbreaks softened. In "Lessons of Life" and the several divisions following it, may be found the happiest thoughts and sweetest songs for childhood in the poetical realm of child literature. The vast field of poesy and current literature has been thoroughly searched, and only that which is pure, bright and fresh, admitted to these pages. The collection has been brought together with a special view to its refining and educating influences i:pon the child. Grateful thanks are due to the various publishers and owners of copyrights for their kind and generous courtesy in granting permission to use the same, and to the Milton Bradley Company, Springfield, Mass., for the use of the illustrations found on the pages of this work describing the "Gifts and Occupations" of the Kindergarten system. This firm carry the largest stock of Kindergarten supplies in the United States, and to them we most cordially refer all iu want of helps and material in their Kindergarten work. THE MOTHER AND THE KINDERGARTEN. U ZOOMING events cast tlieir shadows \j before," is an old saying, often proved true. Whoever looks into the horizon of events to-day, cannot fail to see the Kin- dergarten foreshadowed, wherever the lit- tle child is found. The world is not only growing more tender-hearted towards childliood, but wiser in methods of deahng with it. No royal road has led the world hither. It has been experience, dearly bought. The spu'it of the world has been much the spirit of those who said, "Take them away," when the mothers came with their children to the Master; and the rebuke given, " Except ye become as little chil- di'en, ye cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven," has been long years in being interpreted and acted upon. The little child has been misunderstood, condemned, wrongfully trained ; the men and women over whom we son*ow are the results. The census-taker finds thousands of them in the prisons, almshouses and re- formatories. The State finds its shelter extended to the poor and unfortunate. State institutions mark so clearly and so strongly the extended work of the State. The auditor of accounts startles the tax- payer with the expenditure of money to these ends. Social Economics counts the horde of non-producers, and studies the causes. The Philanthropist studies the human heiiKj in the various institutions, also those in training for them. All unite in saying something is radically wrong. The tendency of the age to club organ- izations, etc., not only threatens the influ- ence of the home, but also proves that there is a social side to human nature, which must find expression somewhere. This social, co-operative spirit is felt to be the necessary basis upon which to secure the best results to society, and which ought to have been cultivated earlier in life, thus bringing about different results, and maintaining the family as the highest social club. How to help the poor ? How to care for the insane ? How to punish and re- form the criminal '? How to save young women ? How to rescue young men ? What to do with the increasing numbers of worse than motherless childi-en ? How to prevent the 8,000,000 children, too young for the public school, from picking up in the street the education of the saloon ? How to claim the new gen- eration for pm-ity and righteousness ? These are questions set all along the line of duties; by far the best part of the strength of the world is occupied with questions like these ; from the Statesman to the Ee- THE MOTHER AND THE KINDERGARTEN. former they are tossed back and forth. The wise Creator, who has ever stored sni)phes for the reciu'riug needs of man, and who never lacks a discoverer to bring the hidden treasm-es forth, has given to us a Friech-ich Froebel, who brings the Ivin- dergarten for every child, and the world, which has quite generally concluded "pre- vention is better than cure," turns to the child more reverently, and apologizing for the past, promises to do better in the future. The teachings of Christ, the wisdom of Socrates, Plato, Kousseau, Pestalozzi and Froebel, concerning the value of the little child, and the importance of bojmnirKi the education, are being considered as worthy of acceptance. Shakespeare's homely words, "As the twig is bent the tree is inclined," holds a lesson on the nature of the child. We read, as the child is bent, the man's inclined, and we are forced to admit man has received the wrong bent too often in childhood. But the mothers, as they gather the lit- tle ones in their anns to-day, can sing a lullaby of thanksgiving that thnj and all the world may know of this new gospel for the child. The Kindergarten is here, — it has come to stay ; blessed are the little ones that have already entered into its Paradise! Women of great foresight, with warm and tender hearts, like Miss Peabody of Boston, the first apostle in America, and later Mrs. Horace Mann, her sister, together with Mrs. Shaw, daughter of Professor Agassiz, have tenderly and wisely watched over tlie Kindergarten, as it has multiplied and grown in the city of Boston. The genius and tact of these women, and the abundant means of Mrs. Shaw, have given to Boston one of the best examples of the Kindergarten. So strongly does the work appeal to the School Board of Boston, that the Su- perintendent of the Board of Education has recommended the adojjtion of the Kindergartens. The sentiment is begin- ing to prevail that the education which deals with the hcginnbujot life should not be a charity, any more than that which begms later on. Also it is seen that the child gains time in education, that its play- time can be utilized for healthful training, that the earliest years are the best for cul- tivating preception, and for leading out all the faculties and senses. The Kindergarten is establishing its claim to develop the three -fold natm-e of the child harmoniously — to be a close student of the laws governing the gi'owth and development of the child, ever en- deavoring to meet its requirements. Through the childish plays, it teaches the child to take posession of itself, and of its world, and lays the foundation of indus- trial traininij, also prei)ares children bet- ter than they have ever been for the j)ri- maiy school. Answers to questions on this last point from the Boston teachers were given in the affirmative, 7 to 1. Miss Blow, in her Kindergarten work in St. Louis a few years ago, solved the same question, and St. Louis has sixty- five Ivindergartens as sub-primary to the public school. In 1887, the free Kinder- gartens of Philadelphia were adopted by the Public Schools, and the course was THE MOTHER AND THE KINDERGARTEN. XI. added to the Normal School course, to be optional with pupils. This is also done in Chicago, in Cook Comity Normal School, in New York City, and in several others throughout the country. The University of the Pacific, at San Jose, California, has a chair of "Psychol- ogy of Childhood," and a practical Kin- dergarten training class, with a Kinder- garten for practice and observation. San Francisco Free Kindergarten is the most popular educational enterprise on. the coast; its numeroiTS wealthy patrons, among whom are Mrs. Leland Stanford, Mrs. Charles Crocker, Mrs. George Hearst, Mrs. Charles Lux, are devoted to the in- terest of the work. Under the able su- pervision of Mrs. Sarah 13. Cooper, whose Bible Class supports eight Free Kinder- gartens, the work thrives marvelously, and has so recommended itself to the Board of Education, that the teachers in the public schools are required to take a cer- tain number of weekly lessons at a Kin- dergarten training class, and to use the same in their j)rimaiy work. The Kindergartens are still a private charity, but their influence is a public benefit, felt and appreciated especially in the public schools. No city in the Union has made such rapid strides in this work among the little children, as San Fran- cisco. Miss Peabody says, "I think the report of the Golden Gate Kindergarten Association should be in the hands of every school committee man in the United States." Mrs. Stanford has made a study of the Kindergarten in connection with the gi-eat plans contemplated by the Leland Stan- ford, Jr., University. Of the Kindergar- ten, Governor Stanford said "he believed the surest foundation ui^on which any educational structure can rest, was the rock of thorough Kindergarten training, begun at the earliest possible age. At the age when moral and industrious habits are most easily formed, the taste improved, and the finer feelings, which give fiber to the will, are cultivated." On the bed rock of such training the Stanford University is outlined to be "A university embracing the science of human life, in its varied industries, arts, sciences, literature, government, political economy, ethics, moral unfoldment, hygiene, and in fact all that goes to make up a perfected human life, a university where the school and the workshop clasp hands, where the body and mind are educated together, where the mechanic and the classical stu- dent will strike hands together, where the artist and the artisan wil eat at one com- mon board." This is the influence of the Kindergarten expressing itself in Califor- nia. New York City has also entered into the spirit of the age. Grace L. Dodge, daugliter of William E. Dodge, the nota- ble philanthropist, is a member of the New York City Board of Education. She, with three others, set about organ- izing a plan for technical training. Mr. Joseph Seligman, a member of the com- mittee, who not long ago gave $10,000 to the Kindergarten work of the city, has been watching its beneficial outcome with much interest. This fact, together with Miss Dodge's previous interest in the In- XII. THE MOTHER AND THE KINDERGARTEN. dustrial Institution atG. University place, led the endeavor to establish the Kinder- garten as an integral paii; of the public school work. The city has made an ap- propriation, and the work has already begun. It includes carpentry and joineiy in the five higher grades of the Boys' Grammar School, cookery in the second and thu-d grades of the Girls' Schools, and sewing from the eighth to the foiu-th grade. Also, modeling, drawing fi-om models, paper cutting. A teachers' man- ual is put into the hands of the teacher from whom the training is required ; with this and the teacher's class at the Indus- trial Association on Saturday mornings, the teachers do the best they can. Spe- cial teachers are allowed in cookery, sew- ing, and in the boy's workshop. The Kindergarten as a sub-primary, is not yet imdertaken. But this work in the public schools is on the Kindergarten plan and derived from it. A pleasant conversation with Miss Dodge, and a course of lessons and lectures at the In- dustiial Association, and a visit to several of the schools, convince us that the Kin- dergarten is abroad in New York, in the educational work outside of the Ivinder- garten. The excellent work done by the Free Kindergarten is solving the question of the Kindergarten as sub-primary u-ork everywhere. Prof. Hailman, in La Porte, Indiana, is doing most excellent work for the cause. His new book, entitled " Primary Meth- ods," is the outgrowth of practical work done under his supervisiou, and will be very useful to primary teachers. Prof. Parker is also testing and trying the new education in the Normal School jiist out of Chicago. The Chicago Free Kinder- gartens are doing a great and influential work. The standard of the work is high, and the methods such as recom- mend themselves to those interested in the best work. Already is public attention given to the Kindergarten in the public school. Chicago is not wont to follow far behind, and there is every reason to believe it will not in this work. Thus in every section of the country the Kindergarten is establishing itself. One of the necessary points for Ameri- cans to guard, is haste for results, and carelessness in beginning. The chief ob- stacle which hinders the universal adop- tion of the Kindergarten is, that all the work has not been the best, -hence the necessity for information among the people generally. Unless the very best Kindergarten work is done, the education of the children is hindered; a poor Kin- dergarten has often been a stumbling block. Great care is necessary in the selection of students for training as Kin- dergartners. Every day the standard is rising. Talent, tact, character, love for children, patience, sweetness, jjersever- ance, a religious nature, and I would add temperance principles, must be found in the coming Kindergartner. Those spe- cially interested in having temj)erance an organic part of every Kindergarten, would do well to interest young ladies possessing all the qualifications for suc- cess, including temperance, to study the THE MOTHER AND THE KINDERGARTEN. XKI. system. Every one who wishes to be intelhgent ou the work that is being done, the work which may be done for the httle child, ought to read the Kin- dergarten literature; and every commu- nity which desires to do its best for the children, shoidd become familiar with the methods of the Kindergarten. State Legislation is the next step, and one possible to be taken as soon as the Kindergarten is well known, and its bear- ings on industrial life, on crime, pauj)er- ism, insanity, intemperance and upon all qiiestions of social economics, is un- derstood, this step will be taken. But best of all, this work recognizes the genius of the woman in education. It recoiinizes the ivork of the mother in the home. For the Kindergarten is only a model home, transplanted and given in charge of a person who assumes a mother's relation as far as possible. Every intelligent mother is bound to have the best education the times afPord her, in her duties toward the child, just as much as the State is bound to edu- cate the child. The mothers who longer neglect to accept the knowledge which knocks at their very doors, are inexcusa- ble; no other duties afford a valid excuse for this neglect. The question is, "Will women rise to the occasion? " I have outlined the present condition of the Kindergarten in the country, have endeavored to show that it is coming rapidly into the pubhc school work, that it is the best education for the little child; now, what ought the attitude of every intelligent woman to be? Shall the training of the babies also pass out of the mother's hands, and she be ignorant of what they are taught as she may be of Latin and Greek? or rather shall she come forward, and with ready tact inform herself i;pou this system, have a voice in its adoption, and take her child by the hand and stand side by side with the Kindergartuers, who are ready to assist her. I think the mothers can and may claim the education of the babies, there- fore study the lundergarten, make public sentiment for it among the mothers and young women who will become the Kin- dergartuers. Interest every mother to use its methods in her home, to talk it to her neighbor. It is time the mothers and all women were aroused to the neces- sity for action. The Kindergarten will claim your child in time ; would you not like to know what that is like which proposes to come into the mother's kingdom and demand her babies? Seek to know of its doctrines, and you wiU be convinced that it is none too soon to awaken. You will be re- warded in the delight you will exj^er- ience, when you realize what the Kin- dergarten proposes to do for the child. Let us work to make a sentiment that shall hinder the children from becoming criminals, by turning their wills into new channels that shall take away abnormal tastes. Work, work, work, until we have the Kindergarten for every child! THE object of all ambition should be to be happy at home. If we are not happy there, we certainly cannot be happy else- where. It is the best proof of the virtues of a family circle, to see a happy fireside. CONTENTS. A BOY'S Birthdays 320 A. E. I. O. U 208 All Aboard for Sliut-eye-tovra 251 All Alone 249 All Have Work to Do 381 AllisNot Gold 211 All Things Beautiful 472 Alphabet, The 157,159, 206 Alphabet, The Temperance 166 Alphabet of Maxims 167 America 200 Amusement 299 Animals 411 Annie 271 Answer to a Child's Question 408 Another Little Wave 220 Anot her Year is Davvnintc 520 ApplePie, Story of an 158 Apple Tree, The 383 Apple Tree, The Old 475 April Joke, An 334 Arab's Farewell to His Horse, The 449 Arithmetic 197 Arithmetic, Lessons in 195 Arithmetic, Sum in 197 Arthur's Talk 190 A Story 340 A Story for a Child 347 At School 172 AtSet of Sun 372 At the Pump 336 Autumn 504 Axis, The 199 BABY Bell 238 Baby Boy's Toys 261 Baby Brother 225 Baby Clara 245 Baby's Complaint 235 Baby's Dancing 268 Baby's Day 255 Baby-Dats and Baby-Plats 253 Baby Finsers 242 Baby is Going to By-lo-town 234 Baby Land 217-219 Baby Louise 24 8 Baby May 241 Baby Naughty 252 Baby Ned 262 Baby's Reverie 226 Baby's Shoes 306 Baby's Skies 249 Baby, The . , 226-250 Ballad of the Tempest 335 Band of Mercy i4g B arcarole 128 Be Active 284 Be a Hero _ 403 Bear, The Grizzly 444 Beautiful Things 336 Beckon to the Chickens 86 Beckon to the Pigeons gy Be Careful What You Say 335 Bedlam Town 310 Bees, The 101 Beggar-Boy, The 3 is Beggar-Girl, The 349 Beggar-Man, The 352 Beginning of Vice 333 Be Glad and Thankful 375 Be Kind 363 Benny 507 Be Polite 373 Be True Boys 33,^ Bird and Its Mother, The 270 Bird and the Maid 417 Birds Among the Greenwood 103 Bird Song 143-154 Bird's Eye View, A 423 Bird's Nests 1 37-427 Birds of Passage 92 Bit of Pottery 328 Blacklnrd, The 41 g Blind Boy, The 357-358 Blind Man's Buff 284 Blocks, My 188 Blue Bell, The 486 Bones, Lesson on 2O8 Bonnie Milk Cow, The 452 Boston Tea Party 2OI Boy'sSong 518 Boy's Troubles, The 209 Boys Wanted 310 Boy Who Told a Lie, The 382 BravcOld Oak, The 474 Bright New Cent, The 354 Brook, Song of 513 Brook, The 514 XVI CONTENTS. BuildlnK Castles 1 80 Busy little Husbandman 393 Buttercups and Daisies 484 Butterflies, The 435 CAMEL, The Cardinal Points, The Charles and his Father Chatterbox, The Cherry Blossoms Cherries are Ripe Chickadees, The Little Chickens, The •■ Child Judge, The Children of the Week Children's Bedtime, The Children's Easter Children's Hour, The Child's Centennial Child's Evening Prayer Child's Morning Prayer Child's Song in Spring Child's Thought of God, A Choice of Occupations... Choosing a Kitten Choosing a Name Christmas Eve Christmas Song 122 Circle, The Clock, The Clocking Hen, The Cobweb Made to Order, The Come Here Little Robin Comfort Complaints of the Poor, The Couldn't You Mamma? Counting - Counting Baby's Toes Cowboy's Song, The Cradle Sung 104, 222 Crow's Children, The Cruel Fun 445 198 516 380 476 476 173 433 349 181 314 533 280 204 523 522 497 525 396 460 221 527 141 102 180 432 438 414 385 353 288 179 250 453 ,232 428 344 DAISIES, The Song of the 149 Daisy Fair l''>3 Dandelion, The Little 486 Dare ^"^ Dare to Say No 331 Darling Little Girl, The 348 Daybreak 492 Days of the Month 182 Daysof the Week 181 Dead Doll, The 266 Decoration Day 532 Diary, A Mother's 244 Doctor's Visit, The 262 Dog of St. Bernards 460 Do It Now 329 Doll-Baby Show 265 Doll-House Troubles 264 Don't 390 Don't Be Content to Rust 393 Don't Wake the Baby 285 Doves, The 432 Dumpling and Speckle 418 Dunce's Bench, The - 214 Dutton, Mollie 176 Dying Stag, The 447 EAGLE, The 412 Early at School 194 Easter Lilies, A Cluster of 530 Eighth Gift, The 50 Eighteenth Gift, The 70 Elephant and Child, The 446 Eleventh Gift, Tlie 58 Empty Nest, The 420 Equal Measure 101 Equal Treading 115 Evening Prayer, The 118 Evening Star, The 133 Eyes of the Angels, The 521 FACTS for Little Folks '^ 1 83 Fair, Snow White 126 Falling, Falling 90 Farewell, A 404 Farewell to Winter 104 Farm Yard Song 394 FatheratPlay 258 Fifth Gift, The 42 Fifteenth Gift, The 66 First Birthday, The 534 First Gift, The 28 First Lessons in Whistling 271 Firstof Itskind, The 308 FirstPairof Breeches 304 First Pair of Rubber Boots 304 First Pocket, The 303 First Thanksgiving Day, The 529 Fishes in the Brook 86-95 Five Pigs, The 307 Flower, Tlie 487 Flowers 112, 480 Fly, The 436 Fortune, The 279 Four Seasons, The 496 Fourth Gift, The 39 Fourteenth Gift, The 64 From a Man to a Jug 144 Frog,All About a 183 Frost, The 507 Funny Isn't It? 206 Funny Uncle Phil 332 CONTENTS. XVII GAMBOLSof Children 312 Game at Marbles 282 Gender 206 Geography 198 Get up Early 330 Gitt, the First 28 The Second 31 The Third 34 The Fourth 39 TheFifth 42 The Sixth 44 The Seventh 47 The Eighth 50 The Ninth 54 The Tenth . - - 56 The Eleventh 58 The Twelfth 60 The Thirteenth 60 The Fourteenth 64 The Fifteenth 66 TheSixteenth 66 The Seventeenth 68 -The Eighteenth 70 The Nineteenth 72 ■ The Twentieth 76 Gifts and Occupations, The 25 Gifts Designated by Froebel, The 27 Going into Breeches 302 Golden Hair, Little 272 Good Company 214 Good tor Evil 346 Good Name, A 320 Good Night 497-524 Good Night Prayer, A 524 Grandfather's Chair 344 Grandma's Umbrella 184 Gran'ma Al'us Does 291 Grandmothers 343 Grandmother's Farm 395 Grandpa's Pet 277 Grandpa's Spectacles 286-289 Grasshopper and the Ant, The 439 Grass Mowing 88 Great Brown Owl, The 429 HAIL'? What Makes the 211 Half-past Eight 193 Hanging the Stockings 528 Hare, The Little 447 Harvest Hymn 502 Harvest Song 502 Here Sits the Lord Mayor 305 Hide and Seek 282 His Wish 324 Horse, The Blood 451 How Do They Grow? 390 How Narcissus' Neck Was Bent 148 How's My Boy? 403 How Spring Made Her Flowers, 477 How we can Make Ourselves Fair 345 Hush-A-By-Baby 236 TCANandl Can't 320 -L Idle Annie 375 Idle Joe 213 If I Could Keep Her So 246 If Wishes were Horses 121 I Had a Little Doggie 106 I Like Little Pussy 464 I Love Little Pussy Ill I Meant to 364 Indian Summer 503 In the Orchard 475 In the Swing 274 Is the Moon Made of Green Cheese? 511 TEANETTE and Jo 346 ^ Jennie and Bennie 268 Jesus Sees You . . , 521 Joys Shared 338 Just as Fat 249 KATIE'S WayofWorking 373 Keys 351 Kindergarten Songs 81 Kindergarten, The 25 Kindergarten, The Mother and the. ix Kindergarten Girl, The Little 184 King of the Nursery, The 226 Knitting Socks 184 Knowledge 171 LAMB, The 450 Language of Birds, The 409 Lazy Boy, The 213 Learning the Letters 169 Learning to Sew 186 Learning to Write 190 Learn Your Lessons 377 Leedle Yacob Strauss 274 Lengthwise, Crosswise, etc 86 Lesson in Arithmetic 19."i LessonB of Life 317 Let's Play 152 Let us have a Drill To-Day 110 Let us With Gladsome Mind 94 Letting the Old Cat Die 275 Lion, The 443 Little Acts of Kindness 338 Little Bird, The Little Maiden and the 416 Little Boy and theSlieep ..„ 455 Little Boy's Troubles, A 209 Little Builder, A 325 Little Chickadee's, The 173 Little Children Love One Another 294 Little Child's Fancies, A 479 XVIII CONTENTS. Little Dandelion, The 48-:Y^^':l-;i:i!l f n ill fl:.|l % /?" m^^^^-^mi m.mL ^^p 5 M fur #i%M |j i W ^ ^i?M^S^^ s^»pa ^^^ ^ jyiMiiiHiiiiliiiMt t 5? iiiiiHiiiiiiliiii_ 1 1 ' * — l»dp E _. ! 1 i ffliiii: 9^ i |IIl|UJI|iM||^LllniIllKi — ^ '< y/M-ii /. '.■ !l!|.|ll||||| iiS^ ..y/,; 1 i PLATE VTT— THE SIXTH GIFT. 46 THE KINDERGARTEN. to a far greater extent, teaching particularly the proportions, size of oblongs, squares, columns, and the number of each kind. It is inexhaustible in opportunities for inventing new forms. With the Sixth Gift, the two series of development given by Frcebel in the building blocks has been reached. In the Four Gifts described, the child has had to do with solids, with forms that extend prominently in the three dimensions. It con- sists of a large Cube with doubly divided oblongs, twenty-seven in number; six of these are bisected in the direction of their breadth and three in the direction .. ■ ''^■"ii i ^ M<^,.^,^Ml: of their length, into square prisms — making in all thirty- six pieces. After the children have exhausted their own resources, and, by the aid of the teacher, mastered the various artistic and mathematical forms, as well as those of utility given on Plate YII., questions may be asked of the pupils such as. Wherein does this Gift differ from the Fifth ? Wherein does it resemble that Gift? Answer — It has the same length, breadth, depth, the same number of faces, edges, and corners ; the faces are all plain faces, and are bounded by straight lines, which all meet in points forming angles. It has six faces, twelve edges, eight corners, twenty-four right angles. Question — What are the contents of your box ? Q. Describe the blocks of the Fourth Gift. Now, describe the j)laythings which you have met for the first time. A. The long ones are square prisms, each having four rectangular faces, and two square faces ; each of the rectangular faces is equal to four of the square faces. Each of the short ones have also two square faces and four rectangular faces ; but each square face is equal to two of the rectangular faces. The long ones and the short ones are equal to each other, and one long one and one short one, though different in form, are together equal to one of the eighteen oblongs. The children may now be required to build by dictation. Hitherto they have either followed the dictates of their own mind, or imitated the desiglis of others. An endless variety of dictation lessons may be given, according to the peculiar genius of the teacher and the capacities of the children. The selections of forms of life given on Plate VII., are designated by Froebel as : GIFTS AND OCCUPATlOXb. 47 1. House without roof . la. Ground plan. 2. Colonnade. 2a. Ground plan. 8. Hall with columns. 4. Summer House. 4«. Ground plan. 5. Memorial Column of the Three Friends. 5a. Gi'ound plans. 6. Monument in honor of some Fallen Hero. Ga. Ground plan. 7. Facade of a Large House. ? 1 - - ^ 9 < r t ' ■f-/ ' /? 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Z 4^- ^^^"^^^ 7 S ^ -i- - ■ ' - - ■ V /- - ■ -^ — -.-.... _ . ^ <\ i:Di£D:.:::E--^^^£iii;--SD-F-"--=±= t-l 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 L-— aJ i y^ PLATE XII.— THE TENTH GIFT. ^8 THE KINDERGARTEN. followed by drawing on paper, the latter being ruled like the slates. The child is first exercised in drawing perpendicular lines of equal length, and of unequal length as illustrated on Plate XI. This may be followed by the hori- zontal and oblique lines, by the angles, right, acute, obtuse, equilateral, isosceles, scalene, right-angled scalene, obtuse-angled scalene, right-angled isosceles, acute-angled isosceles, obtuse-angled isosceles, followed by squares, l)entagons, rhombs, trapezoids and other figures. As soon as the child has acquired some skill in making the straight lines, he will take delight in drawing ■upon the slate the various figures he has constructed with the sticks and tablets, and to invent forms of beauty with the pencil, and to verify them afterward with the tablets and sticks. The Tenth and Eleventh, and so on to the Nineteenth Gift inclusively, are appropriate to sub-classes from six to seven years, while the Twentieth and the drawing of things from memory in a recognizable style, require a sub-class of seven years on an average. T^^HEi KiaEiveinth: and XweiiaKTh: Gifts. The Eleventh and Twelfth Gifts consist of material for perforating or pricking and embroidering or sewing. The material for these two occupa- tions consists of a piece of net paper placed upon layers of soft blotting paper, which should be of all the various shades and hues. Prepared lithographed j)aper is also used. A strong sewing needle, fastened in a holder so as to project about one-fourth of an inch, is used as the perforating tool, and, with which, the pupil pierces the representation on the paper, to which they subsequently give the natural colors of the objects by employing worsted or silk. The aim of these occupations are the production of the beautiful by the child's own activity and its own inven- tion. Embroidering should not begin until the pupil has acquired consider- able skill in perforating. A careful and conscientious teacher will readily 59 _] I 1 1 I 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 ! I 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 I ! 1 1 i i 1 [ , ■ ■ iy j 1 j_ \ 1 , f- " I ' ' ' 1 ^^ : ' ■ ^ Zd [_ ^ ' ^ ■ J , , , . 1 _ ____ { Zi fZ 23 ^i ' ' ^f 2^ , 1 4 5 \ k7 >M &f — i \ If 1 1 I » , i ■ , 1 1 1 - ■ — Mil ' ' '^ 1 i J J \ \ r 1 ! 1 1 ' 1 •I 30 3J \ 9 \ 1 1 S ■ ■ ■*■ fO 3,/ A//// ^\\\\\\ \ L 1 I //. t: 'j^ ^ :^:s^^^s ^^wzzzz 1 13 di i ihi -^z^ zk zs^N.z ^ d^ ZL 4: ^ZzdzZZ 4?^5SSSS n It n^^^ss^ ^zzzzzz .■^ - ■ 1 • . , . , i . . ^f' 1 1 1 I 7 nZ \7\7\/ \/^\/^ \ 1 1 ^/T ^ '^ X X K X ^ (K t^*vK ^^*vK ^ f^ Hf j ' i xXXXaX>sXa5na!aPsa 1 '1 ^ \\ \ \ ^! ^1 1 PLATE XIII.— ELEVENTH AND TWELFTH GIFT. 6o THE KINDERGARTEN. note the direction in wliicli the facuhy of the pupil may be developed. Start- ing from the single point Fig. I., Plate XIII., the child gradually advances tlu-ough the several grades as in drawing, forming the various lines, angles, and circles. The figures on Plate XIV., may be used for perforating and embroider- ing in course of time. The most beautiful representations of natural and artificial objects may be produced, giving mute but eloquent proof of an early acquired taste in regard to form and color, and of manual dexterity and skill rarely witnessed in children of such tender age. The T;^hirteieinth Gifod. The Thirteenth Gift consists of Material for cutting paper and mounting pieces to produce figures and forms. The materials for this occupation are a square piece of paper of the size of one-sixteenth sheet, and suitable paper or card-board for mounting ; for the latter purpose, stout manilla wrapping paper cut in pieces, seven to nine inches square, will be found quite serviceable, a pair of blunt-pointed scissors, a small dish or bottle of mucilage, a small, clean piece of cotton cloth and a camel-hair brush complete the outfit. Paper-cutting is an exercise by which an endless variety of forms are produced by cutting away a portion of the ground form, whereas, by paper- PLATE XIV.— ELEVENTH AND TWELFTH GIFT. 62 THE KINDERGARTEN. folding the figures are produced upon the ground form. By paper cutting, a greater variety of forms can be produced, especially forms of symmetry, the child's inclination to use the scissors is here so ingeniously turned to account as to produce most gratifying results. There is no occupation in the Kindergar- ten which affords so wide a field for the gratification of the imagination, and the exercise of the artistic faculties. It may be commenced by very young children, and young ladies of any age may find in this employment an opportunity of exercising their taste for the beautiful. The ground form is made with a square piece of thin paper according to the following directions : 1 . Lay all the j)apers straight on the table. 2. Unite two opposite corners so as to form two triangles. 3. Hold the double corners in the fingers and unite the other two corners. By this means, a triangle is produced with one side closed and the other open 4. Turn one of the folds to the right, the other to the left, keeping the corners where they are all united between the fore-finger and the thumb. It is most important that the pupils should be allowed to indulge their fancies at fu-st in cutting. After they have attained some dexterity, they should be induced to cut out portions of the ground form without cutting through it. As in the other Gifts preceding, the teacher should not lose sight of the various lines, angles, and circles. The various forms given on Plate XV., will enable the teacher to accomplish an exactness in cutting if the dotted lines there shown are followed. The children may ba trained to imitate leaves, PLATE XV.— THE THIRTEENTH GIFT. 64 THE KINDERGARTEN. flowers, combination of leaves and flowers, with an immense variety of beautiful forms which cannot be described. The results of this occupation can be used as patterns for embroidery, lace Avork, carpeting, calico, printing, etc. Common paper can be used for the first exercises, but, for the more delicate forms, the finest satin paper is required. The Fouro^eeinth: Giko:, The Fourteenth Gift consists of Material for braiding and weaving. The materials used are strips of colored paper and a steel or wooden needle of peculiar construction, as represented on Plate XA I. Braiding is produced by drawing with the needle a loose strip differently colored through the strips of the braiding sheet, the latter will appear alternately over and under, as shown by the illustration. The braiding sheet must be of some plain color, cut into strips throughout its entire surface, except a 5 i::&^!^i€ \ ^^a f^^^ — • — 1 MhE^S I — 1 ■ Hfi^iJ margin at the end. The greatest variety of designs are produced, and the inventive powers of teacher and pupils constantly increase the numbers. Glazed muslin, leather, silk or woolen ribbon, straw or any like material may be used instead of paper. Children of five years of age are much delighted with this work and anxious to manifest their skill in its use. 4 As the imaginations of children are gener- ally very powerful, they invent patterns by allowing the slips to cover one, two, or more in succession, as fancy dictates ; by this means, they produce patterns so beautiful that persons who have not seen the opera- tion can foim no conception of them. PLATE XVI. —THE FOURTEENTH GIFT. 66 THE KINDERGARTEN. In this occupation, not only the eyes and hands of the children are educated, but the taste for beauty is developed — order, neatness and indus- trial habits are promoted ; they exercise their inventive powers and prepare themselves for useful occuj)ations. The Fifteenth Gift consists of disconnected Slats, made of birch, or any tough wood, ten inches long, three-eighths of an inch broad and one-six- teenth of an inch thick ; they are used to construct objects by interlacing them. This is a relief from those occupations that reqiure mental action and a greater amount of patience and perseverance. Children exercised in laying sticks and uniting sticks, will easily succeed in plaiting sticks. This occupa- tion also presents the various lines and angles which should never be lost sight of by the teacher, and impressed on the mind of the child ; the con- stituent parts of each figure and their quaUties, and the service each individual slat performs in it, should receive attention. To form a figure, four or more sticks are needful; as in other Gifts, the child is supplied with tli^ material, and free exercise encouraged. When necessary, the teacher assists by forming first, simple, and afterward, complex combinations. Plate XVIII., illustrates forms produced with four, five and six slats respectively. TThE SlXTEElNa?!-! GlKO?. The Sixteenth Gift consists of the Jointed or Connected Slats, with several Hnks. This Gift represents the embodied edge of the figure, it is the outline PLATE XVII.— THE FOURTEENTH GIFT. 68 THE KINDERGARTEN. form of the plane of which, owing to the hreadth of the single slats, it is still a considerable part. It is used to represent different forms, geometrical or symmetrical, or into representations of objects, by changing the directions of the links. The Slat embraces four, six, eight, and sixteen links, which are intro- duced one after the other, when opportunity offers. The child, upon receiving the slat, should be asked to unfold all of the links of the slat, and to place it upon the table so as to represent the various lines ; this may be followed by the square, and the different triangles. Exercises in the use of this occupation can be rendered exceedingly interesting and instructive to the children. The richness of the material afforded by this Gift cannot be over- estimated, on account of the simplicity of its application for educational purposes. The Seventeenth Gift consists of material for intertwining. This occu- pation is similar to that of the Fifteenth Gift, and, like the two last described Gifts, is used to represent a variety of geometrical as well as fancy forms, by bending, twisting, and interlacing them according to certain rules. The materials used are strips of Paper of various colors, lengths, and widths, folded 69 PLATE XVIII.— THE FIFTEENTH GIFT. ■JO THE KINDERGARTEN. lengthwise. Each strip is subdivided into smaller strips of three-quarters of an inch wide, which, by folding their long sides, are transformed to threefold strips, one-quarter of an inch wide. The main object of this occupation is to teach the pupil to be clean, neat and correct in the performance of every task. This is one of the most difficult of the several Gifts, and occupations, requiring a somewhat skilled hand. It should only be introduced to the more advanced pupils. On Plate XIX., are given a number of forms. It will not be very difficult to j)roduce a great variety of similar figures, if one will act according to the motives obtained and derived from the occupation with the interlacing slats. The Eighteenth Gift teaches Paper-Folding. The material used in this occupation consists of square, rectangular and triangular pieces, with wdiich variously shaped objects are formed, and the elements of Geometry are taught in a practical manner. The variety is end- less, and prepares the child for many similar and useful manual performances in practical life. This occupation has a close connection with the Thirteenth and Fourteenth Gifts. When children have formed parts into a combined whole, they proceed to manufacture upon a ground form, new and different objects of various shapes. For this occupation, the children must have a previous conception of the different objects which they have to form. The material used is a square piece of paper. Each child, having received this paper, is allowed, at first, to form any object at pleasure, as in the other occupations. This being done the teacher commences her development by giving illustrations of different forms, such as a box, basket, ship, stars, etc. The mathematical forms which can be made, are especially important and practical as a means of conveying an idea of many important truths in geometry. The following are a few examples with the triangular form : PLA'FE XIX.— THE SEVENTEENTH CAYT. 72 THE KINDERGARTEN. 1. Fold the paper so that the two oj^posite corners unite, forming two right-angled isosceles triangles. By this means, it is clearly seen that such a triangle is exactly one-half of a square, having the same base and perpen- dicular. 2. Fold the square in the middle, and two equal parallelograms are formed ; and, on opening the paper, we find two equal right-angled triangles joining each other at the vertices, and two trapezoids equal to each other. 3. Fold the square in the middle the other way, so as to form two equal parallelograms as before, and, on opening it, we find two equal squares, and four equal isosceles triangles, which are equal to two other squares, or one of the parallelograms. 4. Fold the paper as at first ; but unite the two contrary corners, and, when opened, we find the whole square divided into eight equal right-angled isosceles triangles, having all their vertices meeting in the center. 5. Fold the same paper into four equal squares, then unite the two corners which have not been before united, and eight equal triangles will be produced. On opening the paper, we find a .square in the center, divided into eight equal triangles, and, on each side of the square, one right-angled triangle divided into two equal triangles ; the whole square contains sixteen equal, right-angled isosceles triangles. By further foldings, a greater variety may be j^roduced. By these foldings, it will be clearly seen that the base of each of these triangles is longer than either of its sides, and that the two acute angles of each triangle are tog her equal to one right angle. Fig. 1, Plate XX. represents a half sheet of paper placed upon the table, the several folds are clearly shown in the figures that follow, showing lines, angles, squares, mathematical, and symmetrical forms. T;^HEI NlNETElENTH GlKT. The Nineteenth Gift embraces Peas and Cork work. When a child has acquired dexterity in laying sticks, for the purpose of representing different 73 ^m.^ 4^^ /^ /^^ --.-*,■— X ^v' i5 PLATE XX.— THE EIGHTEENTH CilFT. 74 TliE KINDERGARTEN. objects, a desire naturally arises to unite them in some way or other, so that they may have a distinct independent existence ; thus stick laying leads to stick combining. This practice requires greater skill, care, and delicacy, and can be usefully employed as a means of development after the child is too old for the Kindergarten. The material used consists of peas, soaked in water for 8 or 12 hours, and pieces of wire of the thickness of a hair pin, of various lengths, and pointed at the ends. The ends of the wire are stuck into the peas for the purpose of imitating real objects and the various geometrical figures ; skeletons which can be moved about in a satisfactory manner are thus produced, which train the eye most successfully for perspective drawing. Wooden sticks, similar to those used in stick laying, but thinner, may be used in place of wire, and small cubes of cork in place of i^eas. The first step in this work is, as usual, the most simple. A certain number of sticks and j^eas are given each child, and the question is asked : "What can you form ? In order to ascertain the children's ideas, they are allowed freely to express their thoughts, attention being always given to such regulations as are needful to preserve order. Having ascertained the peculiar individuality of the child, she gives such examples as she may deem necessary, always commencing with the most simple forms. Plate XXL, shows a number of skeleton forms that can be produced from these simple materials. Care must be taken to point out, kindly, all defects in form, size, position, proportion, or arrangement, and every /o a^ *=^ ^= fe/ (k 7 ^ ■F=^ 1 •? ^ -^ ^ |ttn ^ the sight; It shines to fin - gcrs tight. It flies on the wall jnst to ls=fe ^ * ^"#^ ^^^ ii=hfe=^t^^=^ ^~ # give # 5fc the heart de - light. So is it in life with ful' ma - ny a -^ ^ f^ f^Hy— ^ £ ^ TjTj^ B»-^- ^ We are not to seize in our bands the treasure. It wa - kens a ^ -Mm'-m- il ^=4-JB-^^-t ^ =#^ :t± bier feel - ing of joy. And both shall bo - come then, the gainers there - by. S5 BECKON TO THE PIGEONS, (m.m. J=69.) ^^ & ^m II M--^ :4=3= r^ ±± The pigeons are com - ing, dear love, to mee{ yon. Beckon, then saj, "sweet pigeons, I greet yoa ! FISHES IN THE BROOK. (m.m. J=72.) Mer-ri-ly in — the brook - let clear, Swim the bright fish- es far and near. Now m -m-^*- Some of ihem straight, some bent like a bow. darting, now floating, ever they go, (M.M.J =69.) LENGTHWISE, CROSSWISE, or the Target. m This piece of wood I length - wise lay; Ttoa piece across the oth - er way, Through T^- both 1 bore now a good round hole, A wood - en nail drive throng j the whole. This board will for the -^^^^m ^. :t±± -VH?- A ^ V—*-^ t^±^-. T"^: disc avail. The target is ready now for sale! What costs it? Three half pennies; Why three half ^ (M.M. J =100.) i ^- ^3- ^ ^ i^_^ ^-^-^f- ^- :4^=t rrr s^ :^3i iUze pennies? That's one too many! r-^ ri. ■r -#-*- Tl" One half penny pays for the frame of wood. One half penny pays for the :t^=J5::iit 1=T^ ^-ft ^ ^ 4::* ! «: "r? ^-^-^ utile smooth board, One half penny pays for the work a - bout it, who cannot pay it maygowituoat itl 86 Gt^ASS MOWING. (M.M. J=80.) -i — ^- S ^ S t s J r i -J C*lpi Hast- en to the meadow, Pfl - ter. Mow the grass, what conid be sweet- cr? 4^- Bring us home the f ra - grant fodder. For the cow, for milk and but - ter. Cow is in the ^^^tii^ i# T77 l f ^ ^ ; 1^^^ bam - yard straying, Milk bar now. with - ont de - lay - Ing; Cow the good rich milk is giv - ing. f p^^^i^k ^ ^^ ^H^mf ^ Milk and bread are ba by's liv - ing ; Let as grate- fnl be for la - bors, Bring -ing ns W^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ma - nj fa- vers; Let us grate- ful for la - bors. Bringing ns so ma - ny fa - vors. -. H J . r FJ==^ falls him, While his lev - ing moth - er ^=9^ 3E ^ calls him, Down he goes, now fall ing, fall - ing ^ -J^— 14-? Op be springs at mother's i^-> \ - ^ g ^ ^^^^^m call - ing. Soul and bod - y thus on - folding, Moth -er's love Ls ev • er monidins 90 Birds of Passas'e. Voice. Pianoforte. Allesrrello. ;/ri li |Uipr p-^^'J-p ! ■' ^ulM 1. Says bir-die: we-tt-e, ^ve-te^', wi'-tie,we - tee - tee, 2. Sitjs La -by: we-tee, we-tee, we-tee, we - tee - tee, 3. Says bir-die: we_tee, we-tee, we-tee, we- tee - tee, 4. Says ba _ b}': we-tee, we-tee, we-tee, we - tee - tee. Come ba - by witU O wlitu will it Till tb('!i tbiuk of TLeu 111 -0 with ^ ^ f ^ ^m ^ * ^ m f/ r ^ p 1 ^"''' r ^'' 1 ^- '^ 1-' .^> J' > 1^- ^ mel be? To For dis - tant lands we'll I am iiiiicb too Wben springtime comes a go, small gain faiu AMiiTe fair-est flow-ers blow. I fear it will be long I'll bov-er oer the plain Till we shall meet a - gain. Come Ere And Dear f Jf ^ J' J> |J, ^ i rj- jrrt a m JL ^ s 1. l)a - . by with nie, 2. I grow big aud strouj 3. slug a - gain, we - tee, 4. bir - die, we - tee, Come ba _ _ by with me Come ba - \i^ we-tee Till then it cailt be Dear bir- die: we-tee Come ba - -by with me Come ba _ \i^ we-tee Dear bir - - die, we - tee. Dear bir - die; we-tee 1. we - tee, we - tee, we - tee - tee, Come ba - by nitb 2. we _ tee, we - tee, we - tee - tee, Till then it caift 3. we _ tue, we - tee, we - tee - tee, Come ba - l)y with 4. we, - tee, we - tee, we - tee - tee, Tbi-u Til go with Morning'-Prayer. me! be! mel theel Voice. Pianoforte. Andante -IL 1. Great God iu Heaveu,"Wbo bv my bed, Thy faith -ful watch didst 2. I thaukThue Lord, and Fath-er mild,Aiid all Tbiue . au - gels 1. keep; And nights best bles-sings o'er me shed, Sweet rest, and bal . my sleep; 8. too, ^ And pray Thee still to help Tay child Thy ho - ly will to 'do. 93 THE MORNING BRIGHT. ^ ;*^E^ ^=r T ■ jzi d ici: ^^- Y i =& g q^ ~s- 1. The morn - ing bright with ro - sy light Has wak'd me from my sleep, ^ -C: 3i: :^ ES^S :^ T" ^^ ther, r 1 ■ r I r r r^T ■- I own Thy love a - lone Thy lit - tie one doth keep. =a_^J l__|- 1 I .. .1 . rJ J ^ ^ f" p T ^ -r- All through the day, 1 humbly pray, Be Thou my Guard, and Guide, My sins forgive. And let me live, Blest Jesus, near Thy side. 3. Oh make Thy rest Within my breast, Great Spirit of all Grace. Make me like Thee, Then shall 1 be Prepar'd to see Thy face. LET US WITH A GLADSOME MIND. :^ 3^^3t E^ 1. Let us with a glad -some mind, Praise the Lord for -ttn,, p fi He is kmd, I a'T i t ^ T3= 2. Children, come extol His might. Join with saints and angels bright, For His mercies, &c. All our wants He doth supply. Loves to hear our humble cry. For His mercies, &c. 94 All things living He doth feed. His full hand supplies their need, For His mercies, &c. Let us then with gladsome mind, Praise the Lord for He is kind. For His mercies, Sec WIio has the whitest lainbkiiis? (lliirriiuiiiii \mi FallPr>lrbrii,) Andantino. poco r'find. ^^ a tempo Voice. Pianoforte. ^'''i ) i j> j' i'- h\0 : j i 1 ^' J' ji J' I J, j l.Wlio has the wlii-test lamb-kius'.' Look up in - to tlic sky! It ^ ^ P J J J. j ^^^ ^^ ;;flr« p/rtr^. " '''"'/^^ ^flrfl ir r^ »- t 7 P ^ ^ » • r <^*'' ^ j> .'' ; I .^J r p I ^'' J'^ ^'' I J, 1 1 .^ ji '•' p I r p ^' Lis flif iuuoii,tbe dar - liugjWhosu Lome is up on iiigh. She ris-es iu tlie ev'.uiu;,'Wbi'ii riten. I.all else fH ill would sleep; Comes from her litt.le cot. tageAud calls Ler lit- tie sbeep a tempo _. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ _^ ^ J ^ , . ^ ^ — ^ 2. Slie calls them out to pas. ture u . puu her mea.4o\v9 gay^ Thu stars are her white 3. And should you get a laiub-kiu, To p!ay with and ca - ress, LLku it be good and a teinp 1 ^ ^ w * • =^t« Eat :tt^ — 9-^-9 ^ y ^ g Kaffaud.May Fraukaml Hai-ry, Kate aud May Mir- li - ly an- dam-iiig. Diug d(j couiu a - loug, loiiii' H - loug,. tome H - loug, Here's our Ija-ly daui-iii;. >--»..^'f- Wbeu the l)ass plays browm,hrowTuJbrowiu, W'c go skipp-iug up aud dtiwu, We go skipp-uj^ V vv] I j,^'' ;. J' l J ;H'r li jm.U'J' J I J'- j,js; ' * ' • '■■ '• • ' ■ • — r up i\ud (low u, Frocks aud curls are fly-iug. Fid-die, he plays did-dlcdumdce, \ow go ligLf ly, ^ '-^ I J I J) j"|j' J' i .^'iJ' J N'fl r M r m j=^^ ^ one, two, three, Now go lightly, one, t\vo,three, Soft in grass were Iv . iug. Ding doi $ ^^ i ^ j i '• if ■ f =*=^ T=f ita ^S: ^ P ^^ f" ; J. J I }: ; ^j, J I J F -• ^^ coiue a . long, ffirura - long, toinu a - long, Here's our Ija-hy daui-iu^ 99 Playing together- popular Air, glee ; If a - lone we were playing, How dull we should be. 2. Do you hear by the sound, Who is gone from the gaine ? After hst'ning all round, Tell the missing one's name. A. B. The children either sit on their forms or stand in a circle. One child is blindfolded and placed in the centre. Whe7i the song has begun, the teacher beckons to a second child, tcho comes forioard and stands near the first. Between the 1st and 2nd verses the second child utters a musical sound. The circle noio sing the 2nd verse, at the end of nhich the fust child has to guess which of the others came out. (jerman Melody, *£E.E here ; Gild - ing the heavens the sun- beams ap - pear. 2. Songs of thanksgiving arise in the air ; Blossoms theu' beauty and perfume prepare 3. Dewdrops like diamonds flash on the grass Bees in the meadows all hum as they pass. 4. Nature awaketh to gladden om- heart. For in her joyfulhess all take a part. TOO Equal Measure. German Air. fe ^-(^—r^ r=± Our :i4— 3: fa We ces bright with plea • sure, * P— #— ^ » — ^ P :i^:p: -t^=i^ step with e - qual mea-sure, La la la la la la la la ^=^ — ^-* : -i^— ^- -6^=^ :^=t: p- -^ ^! la la la la, La la la la la la la la la- Thus hand in hand our ring Shall dance and gently sing La, la. la. A. B. TTie children move round in a circle to the right and left alternately^ stepping in strict time to the song. When the number of children is very large, they may he placed in tivo circles, the outer and inner moving in opposite directions^ The Bees. 1st to 4th. Austrian Melody. ^tlE^; tr --^^=^- i\- ^- Hum, hum, hum; lit - tie bees say, "hum." r*P^ :s: nrv ^ — m- =x=>- ii^zzttipzt ' s • Fear us not, but fly together O'er the pleasant wood and heatner, ^t: :?i;=4^ T^=^ ]v ^1 Hum, hum, hum , lit - tie bees hum, hum. lOI The Circle. EiNER. ^^mm We help to form the cir-cle here. Make haste and find your 3: » 2, — • ' place, my dear; A - bove yom- head your hands must be, And when I clap, run af - ter me ; A ^ bove your head your ::^: :::]:=a: iipnyi hands must be, And when I clap, run af - ter me% All the children but one stnnd close in a circle, and begin singing^ their hands behind them. At the words '• above your heads,'' their hands are raised. The child left outside has been moving round, and at " ulten I clap,'" touches one of his companions. Both children run in opposite directions round the outside of the ring, trying ivhich can first reach the vacant place. The unsuccessful one stays out for the next round. O eyes that open. i^ Popular Melody. :-^ir^ ^ — r s-J : ii^^zizfs £3^ eyes that o - pen to the light, Look straight to --&E^ 1^ zq: ^^ — N— Ps 1 ^—^.z=:^ Heav'n with glances bright, And beam out thanks to God a I :|^ -b-^— < bove That Hehas blessed us with His love, And beam out ^^^ m i^fir^l ::fc=(5: iz3^ thanks to God a - bove That He has blessed us with His love- I02 little bands be quick to sbare Tbe praise, and fold yx)urselves in prayer. An infant's prayer must ever rise, A grateful incense to tbe skies. Httle mind, so weak, distraugbt, CJioose tbou for subjsct of tby thougbt Tbe loving God, wbo tbrougb tbe night Has kept His bttle cbild in sigbt. Open, bttle bps, proclaim Tbe Father's love, and bless Ilis name. And tben a glad •' good morning " sound To all tbe dear companions round. Birds among the Green^A^ood. Anselm "Weber. Birds a- mong the green- wood, Sing so full and ~i- green - wood, la la la la la la 1 2nd time. -P-^- m la, La la 2. Birds among the gi'eenwood Build theii' httle nest ; Leave it in the gi'eenwood Ready for their rest. La la la, la la la, &c. la. Birds among the greenwood Sing themselves to sleep, Slumber in the greenwood Must he sweet and deep. La la la, la la la, &c. A. B. Some of ill e children re/prcseni trees. They stand in a ring with their arms vjj to form houghs. Four others chosen to tnahe the nests stoop down two and two inside the ring holding hands. 1st verse. Four or Jive more represent birds andfiy in and out among the trees, moving their arms lijce wings. 27id verse. The birds arc flying to ayid from their nests piching up materials for building* 'ord verse. The birds enter their nests and sing themselves to sleep. lO- Cradle Song. ^ 4SZ.:: -^ Sleep, ba - by, sleep, In slum - ber sweet and :^^=1' i azzi i=:=f;2: ti^ — ' / -=^ deep, While mo - ther plies her nee - die, dear, And — 1- :=N=i^: ^ sits be - side your era - die here. Sleep, ba - by, sleep I Sleep, baby, sleep. The shepherds fold their sheep. Young birds are 'neath their mothers' wing And I alone am left to sing. Sleep, baby, sleep. 3. Sleep, baby, sleep- The fleecy cloudlets creep Across the moon to float in space And hghtly shade yom* placid face. Sleep, baby, sle'^p. 4. Sleep, baby, sleep. How tranquilly you sleep I A passing snoile is on your chftek Perhaps you dream iliat you can speak. Sleep, baby, sleep. Farewell to Winter. j^ ^ e t: Winter, farewell ! gone is your spell. Late are you leavmg ns, ^ 1 R- izz*: r#— # :=ir-^?:2 "T?" Yet without grieving ua. Winter, fare-weil I gone is your spell. 104 The Mill-race. -^ ^$3s: i^bz- =l^5iz-rzz3 ^^=i See how the stream-let scam-pers And leaps a - down the hill, — ^s. -A- =4: -'^•-r 'Tis he who lifts the stamp -• ers Ol" -^E^ =^ iN^: yon - der full - ing mill, ^^m. 7^—-A'- l!s:x Chp clap. clip — ^^ clap, clip olap, chp clap chp clap. E. H. N. The children move in a circle and mark the time with their feet. At " Clip clap,'' they clap their hands. The game should be played thrice each time faster than before. ' The Windmill. itzlzi Iztz; See the mill how well it goes, While the -J i-4— ^- zar 4=; W=-* — r- q:=i wind so stead - y blows, Eound and round, and ~¥-i— * — ^- -^-t:==: ^i^^[3^ll ne - ver still Goes the twirl-ing, twist-ing mill. 2, Lively breeze is our dehght, Then our sails are taut and tight ; Merrily time slips away Oh, we are so brisk and gay. E. H. N. lour, eight, or twelve children form a cross which turns round on its ax\s. The 1st verse should be sung shwly, the ^xd quickly. I Ijab n IMt §mU' i Andante non troppo. ^^^ ^ ^ ^ fe ^ » N ^ W'^^\^ 5 J^ J^ J- J ±Zj^ 1 had a lit - tie dog^gy that used to sit and beg, But -fe— ^ ft ft : :$=fe: P - ^— ft- ^tr ^ f i ^ d—^'- ner rd d H i * JV*> g! g feg ^—P^ Doggy tumbled down the stairs, and broke his lit-tle leg; Oh! Doggy, I will nurse you, and io6 li--ja-» fejfejg^ I HAD A LITTLE DOGGY. *i n j: m j" #>> fi ^^ a tempo. ^ try to make you well; Aad you shall have a collar with a pret-tv lit-tle bell. Second and Third Verses. ^1 J^ J ft !^ ^ i==i^ s / J' 3F =F 1 Ah! Dog -gy, don't you think you should ve - ry faith -ful be, For But, Dog -gy, you must pro -mise (and mind vour word you keep) Not i ^— ^ :^ =5=^ ^ §5- r p5 ,fe l-j ^:^^Ua . ^.?4^^^^#?=# ^ # :y-»^ ->==-; 'ig ^ ^ tg-= !;z: Lav-ing such a lov-ing friend to comfort you as me. And when your leg is bet - ter, and once to teaze the Ut-tle Iambs, or run among the sheep. And then the yel-low "chicks," that ^ *ra=t ^m ^-3L V0- m ^ liC:^ ^^g ^-^O'/q^^li^J."/ a tempo. =S=¥ =5=r 3t::it you can run and play, We'll have a scamper in the fields, and see them making hay. play up-on the grass. You must not e-ven wag your tail to scare them as you pass. -m — F — I 4 1 1 — 107 A NURSERY SONG. No, 54. Arranged hj L. W. s^n j^- j::^> mi 1. Where do 2. Where do 3. Where do all all all the the the dal - files gof bird • les go? ba • bies go? I know, I I know, I I know, I •^ -^ •*- -w- ^ S- -^ know I know I knowl £ "W ^^ rrft d!5=|t :g=:*: :P=i!: '-9 — m-- Un der-neath the snow they creep, Nod theit lit - tie heads and sleep; Far a • way from wia - ter snow, To the fair, warm South they go, In the glanc-ing fire - light warm, Safe ly shel - ter'd from all barm. S^ ■:^-:sr':i.-^^: -3^ ^ ^1 ^=^ '^^-- ?=Pc :^3 ^ Ufcrr^ iz^zitr;^: In the Spring-time out they peep; There they stay till dai-sies blow; Soft they lie on moth-er's arm; That is That is That is where they where they where they Copyright, 1831, by Ouveb Ditsox ft Co. io8 A NURSERY SONG. Concluded. it :ff=pi |] In the Spring-time out they peep; There they stay till dai - sies blow; Soft they lie on moth-er's arm; That 18 where- ttiey go. That Is where they go. That is where they go. THIS IS THE WAY THE SNOW COMES DOWN. fcn 8^^ :?i-td^ W. W. Gilchrist. JitzMi ^=:ir- Ei *=^=^- This is the way the snow comes down. Soft - ly, soft - ly fall iDg; ^ SE3£ -^f!^=T- f^=5b==^Fi== * ■»• ^^' ^==^ — - — )ig fir ^ . - =3= ^^ So He giv-eth his snow like wool. Fair and white and beaa • ti - ful; >=P ^-7^ ^=1 i^5S ^: ifc^: :J^,.tJ: ^ »-^*— W, r — p— ^ Eg z i-r ;-f^^=^^ This is the wav the snow comes down. Soft • ly, soft - ly fall ing. P -*^ ^^^ :*=Stn: ^^rf^ TP*- ^ ^^g-f^l^r=-=H ^^^ 109 NOW THE DAY IS OVER. I ^^ ^ i f 1 Now the day r I ver, Night is draw niffh. s :?=: i -J J J i Hb— 4 I -* :5t- cross the Sha - dow3 of the ev - ninn ^ <^ tiJ ^ b J Steal — r^ skv. ^^* Now the darkness gathers, Stars begin to peep ; Birds, and ))easts, and flowers Soon will be asleep. 3. Jesus, give the weary Calm and sweet repose ; With thy tenderest blessing May our eyelids close. * 4. Grant to little children, Visions bright of Thee ; Guard the sailors, tossing On the deep blue sea. Comfort every suff'rer Watching late in pain. Those who plan some evil From their sin restrain. 6. Through the long night-watches, May thine angels spread Their white wings above me, Watching round my bed. 7. When the morning wakens, Then may I arise Pure, and fresh, and sinless In Thy holy eyes. LET US HAVU A DRILL TO-DAY. t^ =^ ^ :^ -fij-p- m r r f 1. Let U3 have a 2. Step-ping all in -rr -r ^ r- drill to time we day, March a - long in grand ar - ray ; Sol- diers mmching in a row ; -g- t 8 3SE And who-ev - er As we gai - )y JL J LJL ^^ I -4^- ^=^ J ^^' r - =f5=t5=J^ iar - fg a=a= m =J^ ^ w i S - S ^ m f steps the best, move a - long', Shall be cap -tain Sing-ing still our o'er the rest ; mer - ry song, Lead us on our way. Mai-ch-ing to and fro.. Active feet and ready rhyme. Steps and voices well must chime : Left foot, right foot, forward all, March on, children, great and small, March away in time. IIO In two ranks let us divide, March along on either side ; And soon marching as before, Each his partner has once more, Then our drill is o'er. Andante noii Iroppo. With tenderness. I lobe littk f uss^. ^ S J" J" r~g I love lit - tie Pus -. sy, her coat is so warm, And f :±=z. -3t 3t 3^ * :^ :«: ^ -^ — ^ ^ ^ J J. J j> J J- 1 ;- ^_^-^ -^^^j^^ ^_^.'^ I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm. I'll sit by the fire and ten. ^ 1 rn * *i ^ -*- TT ^ ^^ ■f. «sr ^ I I -^i — ^ ■::r ^ ^ dim. e ritard. ~s — r :• /J /J I ^' J u* s ^ :i^ — ^iT _ give her some food, And Pus - sy will love me, be - cause I am good, S^ m -^ ^ 3 ^^=^ M PP 1 J^ 1 1 I / 1 1 1 1 FLOWERS. Brightly, ^=T=?s1- ffi ^^ 1. Buds anil bells 1 Sweet A - pril pleas- urea, 8. Then be gives the pleas-ant wea-ther, -I 1- jtrtfi r=1^ :tm: =^P * — t=n-^^<^ :2i: 1^=*: ^±L-U-V:gMef^^:zM-- -m spring- ing all a - round, sun - shine warm and free,.. White and gold and crim- son treas- ures, Mak - ing all things glad to - geth - er. .-fO- From the cold, un - love - ly groundl Kind to them, and kind to me. He who gave them grace and hue. Love - ly flow'rs. He lov - eth you. i?:^*^: W^^^^ — =t: Iff- lf-^=. :pzrp HS] a=i: Made And the lit the lit tie chil - dren too! tie chil - dren too! 112 FLOWERS. Concluded. tz^izi i^=5: -=1-S— :=fc: '-»- Strength and fresh-ness God sup -plies. He who sends the f?en - tie dew, Si • lent songs of word less praise, Hears your an - them sweet and true, NOW THE TIME HAS COME FOR PLAY I^E ^^:^i-u^ m lt=^ iHi -w^ ^-. Now the time haa come for play, Let the lead - el^ show the way. ^ ^ m -*=^ -f F«- ^= Head e - rect and down the hands, Each be - hind the o ther stands. r- f m=^: \ ^ ^+ J ^ I r rt^jH-pg^ ^ WHEN THE MORNING SUN SO BRIGHT. r^-t;- £^'j-t^ i^ -A-^ q?=i^ 3g y 5=? :S=tc When the morn - ing sun so bright, La, la, la, la, la, la, Sheds on us its Wf^= 7 i ^ W^T^^^ ^^ ^= tH -^ M r bril-liant light. La, la, la, la, la, Then we rise from sleep and drean, -«- M l « iS ^^ j) r • ^ ^ ^ -m— K- I * ( * 3t==s: :5i=;it :4i2=52: Watch with joj the gold -en beam, La, la, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, ^0 it ^J I J ; JLJl^g ; r I t Jc g l ' la, la, la, atch V^ith joy the gold - en beam, -^ . -*- La, la, la, la, la I.. n. L. d EQUAL TREADING t. a. L. ^^ tread - ing, qual step - piuR. We :i^ -« 1 — ^ ^ ^^= t^ — -i dance and sing, all a ring, Hap py we dance and sing, m ^ WE BIRDS ARE HAPPY. 4 1_^ 1 .-^— 4- 1. We birds are Lap-py all day long, With fly - ing, hop -ping, sing - ing-l dj .^1 - 2. And all can hear our joy-ful song, Thro' field and for - est ring - ing.j 8. We're full of health and free from c&re> To eat we're always able ; Didlrallala, &c. 4. For as we're flying — everywhere We find a well-spread table. Didirallala, &c. 5, And when our daily work is done| We rest in cool green bowers ; Didirallala, &c. 6. We sleep in peace, and everyone Dreams o'er our happy hours. Didirallala. &c. II RIPPLING, PURLING UTILE RIVER. W. W. GlLCHBIST. I ^^ q: qs^ m Eip - plLog, pnrl - Ing lit -- tie riv - cr, Al - waya flow - tog -i ft h fc . k^ fe 1^ -Q- 3 — p — P — Pt — -», — f^ — p — p, — ^ — p — *, — p^ i^ ■ Phi r^ •^■4t J •^^ :iy-rir zsdz -J^ rst -f*, r^= ^ ^ J «^ bast • 'ning odI See the spark • ling, ell • ver rip - plet. i feE ^=^ • ^ g 1 ^ •! iTif iPX'"^' T^^i ^ ^ 1 a r f "^ ^"^ Z Z If "^ "C" ^ ^ \^-^- N As they vaa - ish, one by one; Down tbe hill • side. :i^ h^ 3=:«t=:^»r:r_- :;s=5*: ^^^^ 7\. S -t;*- :^=fc:^=t: ^=t?^ m \ u ^-^ i 1^^=*: ■■h thro' the val • ley, Slid - Ing soft • ly, murm - 'ring low,. _P TL ^ ^ 1 J ^f-^— Ml — ^ — m—=k — a( — ^ — ^J- ^^=^=*=^ ^it. 1 -^ n T ■• ^ -. If -, i;- rj . If e — a*. g^F ^^aa^ m I ii6 RIPPLING, PURLING LITTLE RIVER. Concluded. rali. =t=1=q=r— =:^— t>~^z=^ I — '— ' =?=- :t Wat- 'ring flow- ers, turn- ing mill wheels, Olr • ing joy wher - e'er you go. * — g — g — g-F -* — S— f— g ps_j,, — h — ^.^ — ^^tf! (S_ a tempo. =^ ^-q-!1 i^=^ Down the hill • elde. thro' the val - ley Slid - ing soft • ly, f^— =1— fl— =1— i— =1— ^— spa!- a tempo. ^ -^ -J -j^r ^ ^ ^^> -N r*'T-'-f •'iT-'"?-^ if-'ir-^" @ ^5ES ^^E^E ztz ^ife h— jj — ^— I — I — It! murm - 'ring low, ]J^ ^ 1 U > U U' i Wat - 'ring flow - ers, turn - ing mill - wheels, V P! f^^ ^5 ^r- fL - ^ ^ E-^= i^ r ^ -f ^ F I P ■^S:-- T=^- Giv • Ing joy wher- e'er you go. -ft — ^- -i9 •*— » 1 N 1 1 1 — I P 13 « — , — I ri 117 EVENING PRAYER. S=i QuUtly. L^id^nzzfc / -a* ** J- li« - ten while I pray, bas been wrong to - day,- Ask Help ing Thee to watch and me ev - -'ry day to m ps=r- ^ \^ EVENING PRAYER. Concluded. m p m -m-m- f=S= :S=S: -ri- 3. Let my near and dear ones be,,. 4. Now my ev' - ning prai:je I gi^'e. Al • wayg Tbou didst ^^ J3=3= ^^=3^ e~. gEt-^^^ near and dear to Thee; die that I might live,... Oh, bring me and all I All my bless - ings come from 13= m 1=2: Lfc: 3^ d^ S IT lovo,. Thee, To Oh, Thy hap - py home s • bove. hovr good Thou art to met 119 THE MILL BY THE RIVULET. s is ^ _^ ' ^ > * > * I — ^ -^ ' J. .ji. i s # ' * - 9 ,J/ • ' * ^ ' J ^ < ii ^ ^ 1. The mill by the riv - u - let ev - er-more sounds, Clip, clap, By day and by night goes the miU-er hi8 rounds, Clip, clap He pi'inds us the corn to make Hour- ish • in* bread, And N S K Is S N when vre have that we are daia-ti - ly fed, Clip, clap, clip, clap, clip, clap. The wheel quickly turns, and then round goes the stone, A J . , . C^Pi clapi And grinds up the corn which the farmer ias sown, ►p. V 1 1- t ^''P' ^^*P» The baker then bakes us fine biscuits and cake. Oh, darling good baker, such nice things to make, Clip, clap. And when the rich harvest is safely got in, Clip, clap, Then quickly the sounds of the mill- wheel begin. Clip, clap, And tell me, dear children, what more need ye want/ So long as good bread our kind Father will grant ? La, la. m MY BALL IS VERY SOFT. ^ f=ni f *• "■# My ball is ve - ry soft and round, I roll it gen -tly on the ground. And ^ I J ' \ r gj :^=^ ^ ^ s i ^fe ' \> § fi m ^ ^ ^t=^ ^ 5t=»t m: some-times, toss - ing it i on high, To catch it with one hand I try. Ij ^'Ij g ^ 120 IF WISHES WERE HORSES. W. E. C. Seeboeck. ^ir^^#g^^g=B-E#fe^E^g^ 'latz:^. ^ 1. If wish-es were horses, dear-ie. How fast, and how far we'd ride,.... On our 2. And in- to the lives we cher-ish, To brighten their clouded skies,.... Bringing — 1 — • « « — * — «i — «| — Q ^ — ad— -i — t--j — l^^ ^^ —I — ^ a^i^ gE^5il^%";gEp^E;^gj^g^^ ^^^^ ^^ be*Ti • ti - ful, snow-white chargers, And bounding vith life and pride, smiles to the sweet, pale fa - ces, And light to the sad - den'd eyes. To ^^^^^m s= ^ ^ '^l & pz- J f U^^ . ^ :2iff=l Straight as the flight of an ar - row, bring them a message of comfort. S^%-±r ■Ff5 :^=P k- -n_(«- ±z:Jz And swift as the flash of a spear,.;.. We'd And whisper a word of cheer,.... Oh, | ^k=^^r ^^=g^^g $^ '^^-m-^ >-LA^J J L-4: -^-z ^^ trav - el for ev - er and ev - er, how we would gal - lop and gal-lop. If wishes were hors - es, dear- If wishes were hors - es, dear. Copyright, 18S4, by Oliver Ditson & Co. 121 Christnias-song-. (PopuJar.) Voice. Modtralo. =^ ^=^ — ^ ^ f — ^ — T — 1 1. Ye shep - herds a - 2.Coiiie siujc-iu?: gay :^^ — K ■ J 1 =^ J- * rise,_ psahus -^J — Ji- Hud with -1 \ shout to the pipes and with skies! shaliiis,. The Aud * c — Pianoforte. < / Lf r 1 J -f 1. au - gels are wiug _ ing 2. come to the man - ger, their way _ here and siug-iugj Sal - va - tion is to wil - come the stranger, AMjo, l)Oru in a -i- !• J' I j. I I ^ 1. Deapj. 2. stall,. the Sa-viour is here, is Lord - rer all. 122 i ^ / 1^ ^ ^ 3. As soon 4. They kufW as this word, Hiiu, the mild,. the the Mj y^^ i jr^ m 3..>-h(p - - herds had heard, 4. hea • - veu . ly Child, They souglit the ap - poiu-ted, the Lord the A Aud fell down be - fore Him all meek, to a I nj .^ / f'- kr~n J. J > J' li 3. iioiu-tedj And found in a stall, the Sa - vioiir of all. 4. dorcHim; And praised Hiui in psalms, with pipes and with shalius. l2-\ Rataplan. Voice. Pianoforte. Tempo di Marcla. I.March like gal - lant sol - diiTS, ra . ta . plan, ra - ta.plau, ra - ta-plau, plan, plan. 2. March like gal - lant $ol - dirrs, ra - ta . plan, ra - ta.plan, r;v - ta - plan, plan, plan. 3. March lite gal - lant sol _ diers, ra - ta - plan, ra - ta-plan, ra . ta-pIau, plan, plan. ^- ^^ i> A > > tor mau; I) ^' J J ^m ^ t. Bold - ly for - wards man 2. I'll be lieu - fe - naut 3. Take good heed, keep step Lite g'al . laut veil drill (binff bold - day; pray, march and mar rch Like g'al . laut sol our f - diers: - diers: ou - wards. ■Hn> ii ii 1. } J* J) I > }i ii 1. i Ji T ji J* ri J ' i' ;> J' i' T. J' ^ J I > J J' /' i i' J ; ^ 7 F P M l-3.Rrrr, ra -ta-pl;iu, How our plumes are daue-iug; 7 7 f 7 7 Ra-ta-plau, .\u(l our wm-strcds piaunu^; ^ ^ y r -^ ra.ta - plau,. ra - ta-pl;iu, plaii, pluu, ra - ta - plau, ra - ta-plan, plan, pku, t n n r r-fi -n-y . ^^ \$ See our sa - bres glauc - iug, ra - ta - plau, ra - ta - plau, M K J p r m Lif f f ^ f ^^ ra - ta-plan. / % ' !'! ^ 12' Andantino. Snow^vhite. lJ.iliu>Muiii.'> . -, 1 Toice. Pianoforte. Fair Suow-white do wu in th e gli*",— With tbe stvn w<;e , Makes se.veu beds vvitb ber uim.ble baud, Aud strews tbe cbauiber with gol.deu saiid. Fair Suow .white dowu in the glt^u? With tbe sevn^ wee lueiT. Tbe fire she now niust kin. die, Aud sweep aud turu tbe spiu. die; Then 5 K h - K k . - >r.- -. k K \ 1>^ 1 1 k k r r-- 1 . ^^^ -"k k , ^ j^ s j^ -r-i :■ ;^ ^; N — •- « r" ,^' J) b II ;i f J ^' — ?>-iH set each lit . tie dish, Stir tbe k • " i» 60 lip aud V * — fry the fish. Fair --i — # — e — Suowwh te down io tbe. P ^ bad i Tr-« P ^ f « 1 « r— ^^=^ .-in-3 ^•-l.r.i ,.,f , 1 :=] h=^=^==^=^==^ =>' r J — J i gl.ll, With t'le sevU wee iiieu lu \va . ter clear she rius.es soon. Each knife and fork and each lit -tie spoon-.Fair Snowwtite down iu the ^ k ^ r gleu,_ With, the sevu wee men. From out the cup. board ol.deu, She takes the wiuecups golden; Then sets each lit .tie chair Neatly round the ta -blc there.Tlius Suow.white dowi in the — t eu,-» Lives with the sevu wee men, Un til tbe roy . al prime shall come To raise her to his goLdeu throue. Fair Allfgrfllo The Violet. Voice. Pianoforte. g^'i r \ r-t^ • 1 ^ J' : 1/ i' J- 1-' 1. oil Yio - let! dar - liiij; Yio . lit! I pray thee tell to 2. Be - cause I am .60 ti iiv; Tliiit is the rea - sou ^ ^ E ^ J' I J J' i- }' ±=n: W ^ 1. lUf, 2. why. ^ ^\ by ait thou the first flowr - tt Tiiiit blooius u - pon the Ira? AVcre oth - er flow. era ueai- iik. You all would pass lue by. * -^ — \ — h ^i^ X5 If T? ^ ^ ^ f .'J. I r„ t^-^ I U* r 128 Barcarole. Andantino. I^oice t^anoforte. saw a i^hip a sail, ia^, a sail.in^onlhe soa, and it vas full of four andtwenty sai . \od-, a skippingon tie deck andtheywere-whiteand m ^ ^ ^ m 0=^ f^^ ^ rn m ^ .X. diiire jM pt^ j'lr' < ^ ^ pret.ty things for ba . by and for me, pret.^ mice 'vdtli rin^s a. bout the neck tluTc ■Were and the '.n J l'\r\i\\ h\ ^ ^ rn m / ^ ^^ f J i'F P l ^ ^ J >li j.^ ^'1^- J J>IJ J rai - sins in the ca - bin. su.gared kis - ses in the bold and the sails were made of cap . tain "wxis a duck i»itli a ja . cket on his back, wlien the ship began to eilk and the mapts ■were made of gold eailcried the cap- tain quack quack .(^ack,^uack There v lie :cn UP YONDER MOUNTAIN. •J p Andantino. rijV: li: :^z=t -'c^B^b* 1^=^=? :t?=^: 1. Up yon - der on the mountain, Tberc stands a bouse so high; And 2. Had I the wild dove's pin - ions, I'd fly thro' all the land To 3. A pret - ty house I'd build dip. All of the clo - ver ?rcen; I'd _^^.- =z.-^=r=j^=:j^ __r ^ :5-<^- •^ ■=r: tur-tle doves do fly; And take him by the band; To flow'rs of gold- en sheen; I'd 33: S=S _-^- j^- — m-^ =p=c -z tz =z= {:= >==:=^= k-[:| LULLABY. TWO-PART SONG. Words by A. J. Foxwell. TAUBERT. Arranged by W. C. E. 1. Rest, my ba - by, rest! 2. Sleep, my dar- ling, sleep! 3. Rest, my ba •■ by fair. In thy down - y nest; Ou tby slum • her deep; Free from ev • 'ry care I Hark I the rain is May no breath of Thro' the wood the fall -ing fast, Wind and storm are driv- ing past! Hark ! the dog, with an - gry growling, clam -or rude. Pain or trou - bie now in-trude! While the hare, the hun - ter fear - ing, pig. eon flies, Seek-ing here and there sup-plies; In the nest her fledgings ly • ing Wi£-- 1 1 I ff=^ ^ =w-:)«-=l-^ •=*— =1 — ^ 11 ^ X} > I it=r^ J=^ m^s^^u^^ Chides the beggar,homeless prowling; Ilore with peace and comfort blc8t,Rest,my ba-by, rest. Tim'rous thro' the grass is peering, Love its watch will o'er thee keep; Sleep,my darling, sleep I Wea-d-ly for food are cry-ing; No such sorrows shalt thou share ;Re8t,my ba-by fair! -H S:*^*^F^=^^=^5:ig3:ts^^^-g I I j^^g^i^-^]] yj 1 — ^-^-J — I 1 — I — ^^m " ^1 1 131 Peace of ms:\it (a. Sihenr.^ Andante. Voice. Pianoforte. Tbe suu baslougde-par - ted.TLc day to uigbt dolli yiulil; And pcacfjsostillaud f r I ^'' r '' J I g .'^ > -? I J ^ T I J J' .'•' .^ I ' J- J.' I J ^^^ ho - ly.Broods o -vn- house aud field. To wear- ied eye-lids geut - ly The uightbriugs sweetest \m ^m ^ s i I ^ i ^ r^^ ^ ^^y ?^i ^ mm pp M f //?/• poror/f. II Ifinpn sleepi And in eachlit-tle thaiu - berGodsau-gehvatthdotb keep. He lulls\vitb soug so a fempo geu -fie The babe tosWeet re- pose: A- uou the chords are si - leut,The wearied eyelids close. The Evening' Star. (H'>rm)tBD TUD Fallerslebeo.) Andante. Voice. Pianoforte. love - ly bright star, You shine from a . far, Yet ^ " \ — ~~^ near. Or you _ der or here, I dear.ly I love you. Though dis. taut you are! I love your bright eye, As, see thatbright eye Shiu.iug kind . ly and clear, And beck . on . ing too From beam . ing on high, Hea . veu so blue; 30 kind . ly it looks on me, Do\^u from the sky! star of the ev' . ning were I as you! Silviinlik, tlninhk, little star. Allegretto moderato. .^lUj. o ^A-^ J^ZZ i -:i: iWr 3^=f5= -I^. ^ m\ Twin-kle, twnn - kle, lit - tie star, How I won - der wliat you poco ril. ^ ^?^=f^ - N ^ K- M r* N N I [ J__^_ =i?=3C=^ -^ — >- are ! Up a - bore the world so liigli, Like a dia-mond in the eky. 134 TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR. Second and Third Verses. ="'/■: i£ ^ -^ ^ J^J: f 3fcrt When tbe* blaz - ing sun is gone. When he no - thing shines up Then thf! traveller in the dark Thanks you for your ti - ny -:^ ^ dim. ^ ^ ^ poco nt. ^ r g ; I [; J ^ on, Then you show your lit • tie light, Twin-kle, twin-kle, all the niglit. spark : How could h^ see where to go. If you did not twin-kle so? ^^ Fourth and Fifth Verses. ^^^^^m ^ set :«--.t In the dark blue sky you keep. Of - ten through my cur - tains As your bright and ti ny spark Lights the traveller in the -n- poco nt. 5=^ m ^a^ -is-- peep, For you ne-vershut your eye. Til? the sun is in the sky. dark, Though I know not what you are. Twinkle, twin-kle, lit - tie star. 135 I^o?^ ^ \ ItinxtaiT §irtJS^ Muderalo e marcato. ^ :)?=^ 1 ^ :?5=qc E^ ^^B^^ rJ I I atz^ t" r\'iDeteea birds and one bird more, Just make twenty, and that's a score. ^ S -fi — ^ ee- ^ ^ -S? *U g^ > :*=* -s:?— " -s:^ K-t: 5e ^ z:^: -¥ — # Second Verse. i ^^-^-m ^= £ ^^ f^^ *^^ T^ rJ I I ^. 1 ) 1_ the score then add but one: That vviU make just twen - ty - one, 1 1- S < «^ ^ -^ ^-t ^ -a ^ ■^- ^ ^r p-5-3=§=E^ ::s:^:^ ^ 3, Now add two, and you will see o. Then three more, if you have time ; You have made up twenty-three. Now you've got to twenty-mne. 4. If you like these clever tricks, 6. Twenty-nine now quickly take- Add three moreibr twentY-six. Add one more and Thirty midie. 136 STYRIAN SONS. TWO-PART SONG. Words by A. J. Foxweix. Arranged by W. C. B. 1. In the morn, climb I the rocK • y height, La la la la la 2. Then the clouda roll up the moan • tain side, La la la ia la r=:dtit :*=S=:; 8. O'er the wide scene now I cast my eyes. La la la la la -M — \ — S-^ tiJ—z] «! — !-•! — l-L« — I— — g I m "^ -■x==^v ^ m/ ^ — ^._* m^ — •«— L^_- — « — «-: cr: 1^ — i ^^j ' la la la. Where the sum - mils all are tipt with ro - sy lijrht, La ta la la. O'er the rug - god top the paint • ed shad • owe glide, La mf la la la, And in thank • ful • ness my bap - py lot I prize. La ■s-^ :3 |^ ^ Lj3 ==j 3^ ^ :ii:=— 138 STYRIANSONG, Concluded. epark - ling, Wbile the val • leys still are dark • ling, And the hoa • ry, Touch'd by soft gleams, turn to glo - ry, While by mf» "^1::::=^^ p mf -TX- Ject • ed. Ets by earth's cares all in feet ed, -^^ Oa the fcrd^ irpi: m — ^ — • — =?- :1^=^ ^ ■^•^^ , ^. --^- _=) ^r ^^W- :rfc / ^=^=fL- ^^^^^m ^ ^rfc birds with cheer - ful songs the ear de - light, La la la la la »• va • ried tints the dis • tnot woods are dyed. La la la la la la. / ;^ =|ii — i^r ^-— m - fE.— " Oh, See the Fai-mer in His Field !" Tell us how the mists arise. The mists arise, the mists arise, And floating to the far-off skies, Come falling down in rain-drops. We'll tell you how the mists go up. The mists go up, the mists go up, The sun stoops down with shining cup, And lifts the sparkling water. And when the drops are in the sky, Are in the sky, are in the sky. Does ev'ry one go sailing hy Like wind-blown downy thistles ? 0, each wee drop when in the sky, When in the sky, when in the sky, Can find another hast'ning by And so the clouds all gather. Now see they come, an army grand. An army grand, an army grand, ! all the clouds a soldiers' band Come downward, bravely marching. Yes, down they come in snow and rain, In snow and rain, in snow and rain, And glad to reach the earth again. They fill the rushing rivers. So God who made the sea and land, The sea and land, the sea and land, And holds them in his hollowed hand. Shall send the patt'ring raindrops. Lizzie M. Hadley. BIRD SONG. Tune." Coming Thro' the Bye." Oh ! what joy to be a wild-bird. Always free from care ; Tilting in the sunny meadow^ Flitting thro the air.^ All the flowers know and greet him With a graceful bow.^ All the green leaves whisper to him Secrets soft and low. Now his dainty bill he's dipping* In the running brook Now the water he is sipping With an upward look.^ Hark a rustle, chirp, a flutter,*' See he flies away,'' Now he's back again a swinging^ On a bending spray. High above us he is circling. Swiftly round and round^ All the while his song is ringing. What a joyous sound ! Oh what joy to be a wild bird Always free from care ; Tilting in the sunny meadows ;^ Flitting thro the air.-^ Motions.— > Tilting on tiptoe throughout line keeping time to the music. 2 "Waving hands with a floating upward movement, (diagonally). -'Bow ^Bend heads forward. ■^Bend heads backward looking up. « Rubbing hands together to make rustling sound. 'Same as 2. ^Like'. ''Moving hands in circles. ANNIE C. Chase. 144 THE KINDERGARTEN. MORNING HYMN. Tune.—" Rome Sweet Rome.' Dear Jesus, our Savior,^ We know thou art near ; Our humble petition Art ready to hear ; We beg thy tender mercy^ To guide us thro the day ; Oh keep us all from sinning,^ In all we do and say. CnoRus.-Hear, hear, hear, our prayer ;* Oh turn not away from us^ Thy loving care. And when with school and lessons, We are forever done ; When life with all its trials, In earnest has begun ; Oh ! teach our feet to walk, Lord,*^ In thine appointed ways ; Oh teach our hearts to love thee ;' Our tongues to speak thy praise.^ [Chorus.] Motions.—' Look up. ^ Look up and lift hands imploringly, ^cjasp uplifted hands. ^ Same as 2. 5 Same as ^. •" Point toward feet ; look up. ' Hands on hearts, s Finger tips on lips. Annie C. Chabe. FROM A MAN TO A JUG. TufiE.—" Little Brown Juq." Give ear, we beg you, to our song We'll try not to make it very long, About a man who loves strong drink, A very silly man we think. Chorus. — Oh ! no, no, no, no drink for me^ Unless it's water, pure and free. Oh ! no, no, no, no drink for me Unless it's water, pure and free. This man was a brate, at home, abroad ; He loved not man, he loved not God. He'd make his children to him bring His jug of cider, then he'd sing : — "Ha ! ha ! ha ! you and me,^ Little brown jug, don't I love thee," [ Chorus.] He drank and drank, so people said. Till his hair grew white ^ and his nose grew red ; * His ways were coarse, his voice was gruff. Still he drank but he couldn't drink enough. [ Chorus.] A sad, sad fate they say befeU Just like a jug he soon did sweU. His arms were stiff like handles too, ® His head to a wooden stopper grew. ^ [ Chorus.] Motions.— Repeat last two strains of music. 1 Move heads from side. - Throw back heads and smile. 3 Touch hair with right hand. * Touch nose with right hand. •'' Arms stifiQy curved, elbows out- ward at sides. " Touch heads, making slight bow. Annie C. Chase. SONGS AND PHYSICAL PLAYS. 145 SOLO FOR LITTLE GIRLS. Tune. — " A)inie Lylf. Down where the trees were bending, In an orchard gay, Robin her young birds was tending, One bright summer da}'. Chorus. — Wave tree tops,^ ripple In the summer air, [waters. Glimmer sunshine^ 'mid the daisies, Robin's free from care. Just where the path winds narrow, 'Mong the flowers gay, Harry with his bow and arrow. Came from school one day. [Chorus.] Harry spied the merry birdie, Flitting to and fro, He bent his bow, ^ his cruel arrow Laid poor robin low. [Chorus, softly.] Wave tree tops, ripple waters, Patter summer rain. Birds, nor bees, nor sun can waken Robin's song again. Motions.—' Children wave liand.s gently to and fro. - Raise hand.s above heads movins the fintters rapidly, ^^ake motion as of drawing bow. THE RAINBOW AND ITS EM- BLEMS. Concert. Beautiful bow in heaven above, Token of promise, emblem of love : — What is thy lesson ? We're wait- ing to know : — Tell us thy meaning, beautiful bow. First Child. Violet— Modesty. Spring's warm sun and balmy air .Bring the flower whose name I bear. Modest, blue eyed floweret, Name and color, Aiolet. Second Child. Indigo— Sincekitt. Deep and clear the tint I show, Rich and perfect indigo. Like this color, I would be Known by my sincerity. Third Child. Blue— Truth. In the sunny days of youth, What so sweet and dear as truth ! Emblem of the good and true Shines in heaven's unclouded blue. Fourth Child. Green— Immortality. As the fields are clothed in green again After Winter's dreary reign, So when earth's shadows all shall flee Comes immortal life to me. 146 THE KINDERGARTEN. Fifth Child. Yellow— WoETH. Far above the gems of earth Shines the gem of moral worth. Never shown in monarch's crown, One so rare as I may own. Sixth Child. Orange— Feuitfulness. When the autumn comes again, And the fields are ripe with grain. This, my color, you'll confess Tells the harvest's fruitfulness. Seventh Child. Red— Love. When the Winter's blast so shrill. Blows o'er river, vale and hill. In the fireside's ruddy glow Live the loves of long ago. Concert. Bow of promise, bow of light. Have we read thy lines aright ? Written in the heavens above, " God is wisdom, God is love." [The parts are to be taken by seven little girls dressed in white and wearing sashes of the color they represent, passing from the right shoulder, and fastening at the waist on the left side. The sashes may be of cambric or of tissue paper. It is easier to get the right colors in paper. BAND OF MERCY. I'm first of a band of brothers Whom you all will quickly see, Our names are in golden letters, And mine is the letter B. I saw that my brother was coming. So I left my work and my play. I, too, am written in gold. And I am the letter A. We are just like a band of soldiers Trying to march with care. I am the third in the company And N is the name I bear. I'll try to be honest and truthful Whatever else I may be. Dare to do right is my motto. And I am the letter D. The fifth in this grand procession. My name you soon will know, Bound and shining, a golden ring, I'm called the letter 0. Faithful, friendly and fearless, I will always try to be. Now, as I turn my card around, The letter F you see. Cowards are mean and cruel, I suppose you have all seen them ; I mean to be brave and gentle. And I am the letter M. Kind and tender and loving, I will always try to be. Helping the weak and feeble. And I'm called the letter E. Never a braver company. Marched to the sound of drums. There are always wrongs to be righted And R is the next that comes. SONGS AND PHYSICAL PLAYS. 147 I'm one of this valiant company, Merry and happy are we. I look like a golden crescent And am called the letter C. I'm last in this hand of brothers, And to do my best I'll try. I'll stand in line with the others. And here is my letter, Y. All. And now if you will read our names with care A Band of Mercy you'll find. That means, to all harmless creatures We've agreed to be good and kind. We'll protect them from cruel usage. Their rights we'll try to defend ; And wherever you chance to see us, . You will find us the animal's friend. Lizzie M. Hadlet. (Each child should hold a card with his letter up on it. Those letters may be cut from gilt paper and pasted on red or black card-board. As the letter is named, the card should be turned so that at the close of the exercise the words "Band of Mercy," may be easily read. J SONG OF THE BUBBLES. Tp and up we go, And we shine and glow ; Though our life lasts not a minute, We reflect all colors in it. MARCHING. TVSE,.—" MarcJiiiKj Through Georgia." Boys and girls, attention all, With faces front and eyes; Slowly now we're turning, Softly all together rise. Hands above our heads now clasping, So we'll exercise While we go marching together. Hurrah ! Hurrah ! We're marching to and fro. Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! See how happily we go. Let's sing a merry chorus While we all keep step, just so. As we go marching together. Hands upon our shoulders now, See what a pretty sight, See the time we're keeping Left and right with step so light. While ado^^'n the isles we're going Faces gay and bright As we go marching together. Hurrah ! Hurrah ! We'er marching to and fro. Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! See how happily we go. Let's sing a merry chorus, While we all keep step, just so, As we go marching together. 148 THE KINDERGARTEN, Now we're back beside our seats *Tis bey for work once more ; See our bands togetber, Toucbing beads and sides and floor, Tben so straigbt and tall we're stand- ing, Play time now is o'er. Hurrab ! Hurrab ! We'll do our very best. Hurrab ! Hurrab ! Hurrab ! Study gives to a play a zest. So let's study witb a will Till 'tis time again to rest, Tben we'll go marcbing togetber. PUSSIES. Tune. — " Prairie Flower. Dainty Pussie Willow, on tbe swaying bougli. Sang a wbile to spring time, soft and low; Wbat we beard tbem telling tbro' tbe plasbing rain We will sing to you again : Yes we are pussies tbo' we never purr ; See we're dressed in softest fur ; Cbildren reacb to gatber us witb lov- ing care Wbere w^e gently sway in air.^ Come tbe gentle blue birds wben tbe warm winds blow ; Do we ever catcbtbem"? Ob, no, no, no, no !' W^e are no sucb pussies ; sad would be tbe spring Did tbe dear birds never sing. Long we've been rocking, liere on tbe bougb^ All curled in our cradles so ;^ Tbro' tbe montbs of winter witb tbeir cold and storm We were sleeping snug and warm.* (Repeat last to strains of music.) By and by tbe rain came, knocking at tbe door.^ Sunbeams coaxed us " Sleep no more ;" Out we sprang deligbted,*^ now we gaily swing^ Tbro' tbe sunny liours of spring. Motions.— 1 Sway arms geutly to and fro. - Shake heads. ^ Arms folded, heads bent, eyes sliut. •• Same as 3. 5 Drumming r.oftly with linger tips. * Sitting up quickly and opening eyes. HOW NARCISSUS' NECK BECAME BENT. Tune.— "TTe Bnam Through Forest Shades." Beside a rippling streamlet, A sweet narcissus grew, Witbin a mossy dell, Witb violets wbite and blue. Chorus. — Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. SONGS AND PHYSICAL PLAYS. 149 Over all the trees were bending, bend- ing, bending, bending; Pretty birds were singing, singing all the day ; Grasses were Hvaving, waving, wav- ing, waving ; Sunbeams were Mancing, dancing in their merry way. Chokus — Tra, la, la, etc. One day Narcissus thought She'd like to take a look. Upon her pretty face Within the running brook. Chorus — Tra, la, la, etc. She bent her neck just so^, But when she tried again To lift her pretty head She tried alas, in vain. Chorus — Tra, la, la, etc. Motions.—' Children hold both hands in front and wave them— not too rapidly. ^ Raise hands above heads moving fingers rapidly. 'Bend heads grace- fully. THE RAILWAY TRAIN. The railway train is starting off. The engine gives a hasty puff, The bell is rung, the whistle blows. The agent says " Right !" and off it goes. Chorus. — Ring, a-ding ! a-ding ! a- Puff ! puff ! puff ! [ding ! Over the bridge, it shoots away, Though the tunnel, dark all day, Through the cutting or the plain, Till it comes to the depot again ! Chorus — Ring, a ding ! etc. The agent calls out Boston train, Take your seats we're off again ; Now, be quick with the baggage there. The signal shows the line is clear, Time and train for no men wait. Off, off, 'tis getting late. Chorus — Ring, a-ding ! etc. MoTiON.s.— In the chorus, the chidren imitate the action of ringing a bell, and clap their hands at puff, puff, pud. Suitable actions should accompany each ver.se, and be performed by every child at the same mo- ment. SONG OF THE DAISIES. Tune— "Oi'pr the River, the River Wide." Boy Sings— Comes the cold March with his drift- ing snows, Low all the daisies are buried;' -Boy- Blusters about with his boisterous blows. School— Low all the daisies are buried ; Girl— Comes the mild April with sunshine and rain. I50 THE KINDERGARTEN. Still all the daisies are sleeping ; " Girl- Calls to them softly again and again ; ScJiool— . Still all the daisies are sleeping. Comes pretty May with her violets blue ; ' Finds all the daisies a-sleeping , Calls to them gaily, It's high time for you. Lo ! daisies' buds are a-peeping.* Comes merry June singing, blue are my skies, ^ Come little daisies be waking ; Green are the meadows, come open your eyes. See daisies' bright heads a-shaking." Hurrah! we're a wake from our long winter sleep,' Down in the grasses we're growing ; Butter-cups with us the summer days keep Where the warm breezes are blow- ing. Come little children, awa}', away. Clovers are doning their bonnets ; Columbines wear their best "boots" every day, Bobolink's singing his sonnets. Motions.—' School with heads bent down on desk, sing softly. " School keeping same position- ^ Second Girl with bunch of violets. * School lean- ing, with eyes closed, showing hands with buds in them, sings. ^School remain in last named posi- tion while the third little girl sings, o School sit- ting up with eyes wide open and showing hands filled with daisies, and shaking them gently, ^School, adding grasses, buttercups, etc., to tke bouquet as they are mentioned — sings. LOOKING AHEAD. (FoK Ant Number of Boys and Giels.) BOYS. We now are but boys, Yet soon we'll be men, And what, do you think, Our work will be then ? Some shall use hammer, and plane and saw ; ^ Others shall read weighty books of the law;^ Some shall be farmers and drive the plow, ^ Earning our bread by the sweat of our brow. Scattering seeds and raking the hay, Busy and hapjjy, day after day. Some shall be doctors, and with well- balanced skill Shall heal all your aches, and send in our bill. ^ Some dentists shall be, and your mo- lars pull out ; *' And aldermen, some, capaciously stout. ' Some shall use .awl, and waxed-end and last, ^ SONGS AND PHYSICAL PLAYS. 15^ Sewing your shoes so strong and so fast. Some shall be bakers, and knead the soft dough ; ^ Others clear glass in this manner shall blow ; i« Some with the hammer and anvil shall work, " And there is not among us, one who will shirk. For work is man's portion, and all must agree Without it, unhappy and useless we'd be. GIELS. We're growing up too. And as you have heard What the boys mean to do, We'll now say our word. Some shall be weavers, and with shut- tle or spool, ^^ Weave beautiful fabrics, of silk, cotton, or wool ; Some shall use needles, and stitch with such art, ^^ That the sewing we do, will ne'er rip apart ; Some shall use yard-sticks and meas- ure off well ^* Silks, muslins, or laces, which also we'll sell ; Some shall be teachers, and teach all we can^^ To our eager young pupils — on the latest new plan ; Some shall do housework and scrub, sweep, and broil, ^"^ Making home pleasant, for some son of toil. Motions.— 1 The three motions of pouudlng, and planing, and sawing in quick succession. ^Left hand up, as if holding a book to read, ^ggth hands closed lightly, and held out in front— hands bent down. ■'Right hand makes the two motions of sowing and raking. ^Rigiit ijand held at quite a distance above the left, as though holding a long bill. 5]\iotion of extracting a tooth. "Hands clasped and held out in front, forming with the arms a semicircle. * Motion with both hands of draw- ing in and out the waxed end. ^ Double fists — kneading. '"Motion of blowing through a tube. ''Vigorous motion of striking the blacksmith's hammer on anvil. '-Motion ol pushing shuttle- left and right. '^ Movement of stitching with thumb and finger of right hand. '< A measuring move- ment, full length of the arms. '^ Right hand half- way raised, with the forefinger out. "' Movements of scrubbing and sweeping in quick succession. SWING, SWING, SWING. Come, come, come, come, Fancy come play awhile ; Come, dear fairy, come, With your pleasant smile. Come, little fairy, whom we love, Change our school-room to a grove, Where the old trees arch above, While we swing. Swing, swing, swing, swing, ^ Light is the summer breeze ; Swing, swing, swing, swing, ^ Under the swaying trees. ^ Soft green grasses 'neath our feet, ^ 352 THE KINDERGARTEN. Overhead the birds sing sweet,* All around the flowers greet, ^ Swing, swing, swing. ^ Swing, swing, swing, swing, ^ Merrily to and fro, ^ Sing, sing, sing, sing, Gaily as we go. Now we swing up very high, ^ Watch the white clouds floating by, Now we "let the old cat die,'"^ Swing, swing, swing.*' Motions.— 1 Hands at sides, swing tliem alter- nately backward and forward, ^^mis in front, slightly curved; sway them gracefully toward right and left. ^ Looking and pointing downward. ''Look- ing and pointing gracefully upward. ''Having brought the arms outward and together in front of body, hands with palms upward, move them slowly apart, the right hand to the right and the left hand toward the left. *■ Same as ', moving gradually slower, stopping all motion at last word of song. LET'S PLAY. Tune.—" When Pnss Willi Soft and Velvet Paw." ' Let's play we're little birdies, flying here and there. Perched upon a leafy tree, sailing in the air. Hark ! ev'ry birdie sings. Sweet, sweet the music rings. ''Let's play we're little ponies, ready for a race. Trot ! trot ! each pony tries to win the foremost place. Trot, trotting? 0, what fun! Trot, trot ! the race is won. ' Let's play we're little boxes standing in a row. Some behind and some before, just this way we go. Turn the key, each unlocks. Up, pops "Jack-in-the-box." *Let's play we're little soldiers, see our flfes and drums, 'March, march with 'banners waving, so our army comes ; March on, keep step just so, 'Toot, toot, the trumpets go. Let's be little carpenters, 'up our houses go, 'Saw the boards, '"then plane them well, "nail and hammer so. "Knock 1 knock ! a sturdy blow, ''Tap, tap ! the hammers go. "Let's play we're little children, jump- ing high and low, Now, in air, now on the ground, see our jump-ropes go. Swing, swinging in the air. Swing swinging free from care. "Now our play-time's over and here we are in school. Sit erect and study well, mind the teacher's rule. Then when our work is done Happy we'll homeward run. Motions.— ' [Children stand, and move hands and arms to imitate flying. 2 [Arms akimbo. Move the feet to imitate the trotting of horses.]^ [AH stoop SONGS AND PHYSICAL PLAYS. ^53 until the last line, when they start up quickly, each like a real "Jack-in-the-box."] *Play the fife and beat the drum. ^Move the feet as if marching. ^Move hands as if waving flags. ^Left hand at the mouth to imitate a trumpet. ^Move hands as if build - ing a wall. '-'Imitate sawing. '"Imitate planing. " Drive in the nails with the clenched fist. '^ Drive nails with tips of the fingers. '^ [Swing the hands and move the feet to imitate jumping rope.] '■^ [AH sit and fold their arms.] DAISY FAIR. Have you beard the song of the daisy fair? Oh the daisy fair she has not a care ; A sweet little face has daisy fair, She's smiling all the day. Now see her buds peep^ where the grasses wave,'^ Where the grasses wave,'^ the grasses wave, Now see her buds peep, where the grasses wave,''^ This way'^ above her head. Chorus. — Oh the heads of nodding clover^ Oh the boughs that sway above her* Oh the butterflies dancing over^ Love the daisy fair. Now her bright eyes open to the sun ;'' Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, what fun ! Now daisy's playtime has begun ; Gay little daisy fair. Our daisy always moves with grace^ While she bends this way,^ this way'' this wav.' She looks the bright sun in the face,^ Brave little daisy fair. [ Chorus.] At morn she turns her head this way^ For she loves the sun, the sun they say, And watches for its first bright ray. Wise little daisy fair. At noon she smiles up at the sky'" Tra la la la la la la la la, While the sun smiles back from his place so high. Happy daisy fair. [ Chorus.] When the earth is dry beneath her feet,'^ Lowly droops her head in the l)linding heat.i"^ She clasps her fingers,'^ hear how sweet Daisy breathes a prayer. Come, pretty white cloud, pray send the rain. Send rain, the rain, the rain, the rain, pretty white cloud, I pray send rain That I ma}' bloom again. [ Chorus.] Now the cooling drops come, spark- ling'* down, Tra la la la la la la la la la. Now daisy has a bran new crown. Proud little daisy fair. 154 THE KINDERGARTEN. All night, when the dear sun goes to sleep, And all the dews around her weep, She turns this way^^for one more peep. Good night little daisy fair. [Chorus.] Motions.— 1 Show hands— held gracefully and not too high— with fingers closed. * Hands open palms downward, wave gracefully up and down moving from elbows. ^ Nod gracefully. * Arms held at full length slightly and naturally curved, palms down- ward, wave gently to and fro. ^ Retaining position (*) of arms, move upward diagonally, moving all the fingers. * Looking up, hands in position, (^) fingers spread apart. ' Bend body slightly forward. *Look up. 9 Looking toward the East, i'' Look up. ii Look- ing and pointing toward feet. '^pj-Qop heads. 1^ Folding hands. Retain positions '- and ^^ through- out the seventh stanza. ^* Holding hands above heads, move dow^lward in front of body, moving fingers. '^TurntoWest- BIRD SONG. Tune.—" Coming Thro' the Rye." Oh ! what joy to be a wild bird, Always free from care ; Tilting in the sunny meadow,^ Flitting thro' the air.'-^ All the flowers know and greet him "With a graceful bow.^ All the green leaves whisper to him Secrets soft and low. Now his dainty bill he's dipping* In the running brook. Now the water he is sipping With an upward look.^ Hark a rustle, chirp, a flutter*' See he flies away ; ' Now he's back again a swinging^ On a bending spray. High above us he is circling. Swiftly round and round^ All the while his song is ringing ; What a joyous sound ! Oh what joy to be a wild bird Always free from care ; Tilting in the sunny meadows,^ Flitting thro' the air.^ Motions.— 1 Tilting on tiptoe throughout line keeping time to the music. 2-\Vaviug hands with a floating upward movement, (diagonally.) ^Bow. * Bend heads forward. ■' Bend heads backward look- ing up. * Rubbing hands together to make rustling sound. 'Same as 2. sLijjei. » Moving hands in circles. The Nursery. CHILDREN are the poetry of the world, the fresh flowers of our hearts and homes, little conjurors, with their "natural magic," evoking by their spells w^hat delights and enriches all ranks, and equalizes the difi"erent classes of society. THE NURSERY. THE APHABET. A B C D E F G HI J K L M N O PQ R S T U V W X Y Z & abed efghi j k Imnopqr stuvw xyz Note. — Let the child copy the above Alphabet, on a slate or piece of paper, until the forms get thoroughly fixed in his mind. 157 STORY OF AN APPLE-PIE. A was an apple-pie; B bit it; C cut it ; D dealt it; E eat it ; F fought for it ; G got it ; H had it ; J joined it; K kept it ; L longed for it; All ^vished M mourned for it ; N nodded at it; O opened it; P peeped in it; Q quartered it ; R ran for it; S stole it ; T took it; Y viewed it ; W wanted it; X, Y, Z and & for a piece in hand; 158 FRUIT AND FLOWER ALPHABET. 159 FRUIT AND FLOWER ALPHABET. B stands for Berries, Of dark and bright hue, So handsome to look at, And good to eat, too. D is the Date-Palm, A tall, graceful tree ; The fruit in big bundles You often may see. A stands for Apples, Right off from the tree, So nice to be eaten By you and by me. C stands for Cherries, That grow up so high, So sweet when we get them. So rich in a pie. i6o THE NURSERY. P is the Fern plant, So graceful it looks, Which many girls gather, And press in their books. H is the Holly, Whose leaves are so green. And red are its berries, As ever were seen. B is the Evergreen, Explained by its name, In Summer and Winter Exactly the same. G is the Grape fruit. That grows on a vine ; We eat it in clusters. And drink it in wine. FRUIT AND FLOWER ALPHABET. lUI J is the Jasmine, So fair and so sweet, That covers our porches. And shuts out the street. Iv is the IviLY, So graceful and white, May we, like the lily, Be pure in God's sight ! I is the Ivy, stone walls it grows, And there it clings closely, Though hard the wind blows. K stands for Kidney, A kind of a bean, To cook for the table, And fatten the lean. l62 THE NURSERY. M is the Moss-RosE, How proudly it stands ! But thorns with its blossoms May hurt little hands. ■^ ^>6. N is for Nuts, boys, The squirrel's delight, And good to be eaten Some cold Winter night. O is an Orange, Peeled ready for use. How pleasant to eat it, x\nd suck its sweet juice P is for Pineapple, Brought from the South, And ready to melt in A good boy's mouth. FRUIT AND FLOWER ALPHABET. 163 O Stands for Quinces, Sohard on the trees, When mother preserves them The children they please. R is the Rose, girls. The queen of all flowers, With beauty and fragrance It brightens the hours. S stands for STRAWBERRIES, So red and so sweet; With cream and with sugar, How luscious to eat ! T is the Tomato, So useful for food ; 'Tis juicy and pulpy. And wholesome and good. 1 64 T]iE NURSERY. U is the root of The Unicorn plant, And sometimes, when sick, 'Tis just what 3'ou want. V is for one of Our beautiful ViNES, Which climbs by its tendrils, And lovingly twines. X is the Xanthus, A new and queer word. With blossoms as 3'ellow As Dickey the bird. W is the grain, Grown now to Wheat, Giving the flour That all of us eat. FRUIT AND FLOWER ALPHABET. 165 Y is the Yucca, Which grows in the swamp, And gives ns gay flowers Which feed on the damp. Z stands for Zigadenus, As here 3'on may see, A plant which will give us The last letter, Z. 3 66 THE NURSERY. TEMPERANCE ALPHABET. A STANDS for Alcohol, a tiuid of fire, Which often brings death to the seller and buyer. B stands for Beek, sometimes sold by the barrel, Most all who love it love also to quarrel. Cis for Cider, in these latter days It is called " Satan's Kindling," it can make a big blaze. D stands for Drunkard, help him, who can, To reform, be converted, and live like a man. E stands for Egg-nog, called an "innocent drink," Made of milk, eggs and brandy. Is it innocent, think ? F stands for Fight, which is easy for those Who of brandy or beer take a liberal dose. G stands for Gutter, and also for Gin. Who use much of the latte?' ihefoiDur get in. H stands for Hops, a vine much abused By those who make ale, beer and porter, 'tis used. I J' is for Idler, no work will he do. s for Jug, his companion and foe. Kis for Kindness, how little is shown To those who through liquor have desperate grown. Lis for Loafer, who after much drinking Stands on a corner, apparently think- ing. M stands for Maniac, his reason all gone. His family heart-broken ; pray who did the wrong ? N T^ stands for Pipes, which you always is for Night, the time for dark deeds. is for Outcast, who on crumbs and husks feeds. will find In places where liquor is sold — any kind. Questions us whether it's prudent or wise To smoke and to drink. There can be no disguise — Q R UM shows itself sooner or later in all. Flee the tempter ! Oh, how he'd re- joice in your fall. TEMPERANCE ALPHABET. 167 S stands for Station-House, where in sad plight, Poor drunkards are frequently taken at night. Tfor Tobacco, iised in various ways To rob men of strength and shorten their days. u stands -for Usuey, this adds to the woes Of rum's victims, when to the pawn- broker ne goes. nnocent Vis for Vine, and it's i fruit Is made to help man sin below the poor brute. Wfor Whiskey, a very mean drink^ When one takes to this, he surely will sink. X's one, two and three, are used to describe A drink, l)y Avliich many thousands have died. Y stands for Youth, be wise and beware. Yield not to the tempter and die in despair. Z stands for Zeal, which can helj) us to win Many souls from the power of Satan and sin. ALPHABET OF MAXIMS. Attend carefully to details of your business. Be prompt in all tlhngs. Consider well, then decide positively. Dare to do right, fear to do wrong. Endure trials patiently. Fight life's battles bravely, manfully. Go not into the society of the vicious. Hold integrity sacred. Injure not another's reputation nor business. Join hands only with the virtuous. Keep your mind from evil thoughts. Lie not for any consideration. Make few acquaintances. Never try to appear what you are not. Observe good manners. Pay your debts promptly. Question not the veracity of a friend- Respect the counsel of your parents. Sacrifice money rather then principle. Touch not, taste not, handle not in- toxicating drinks. Use your leilsure time for improve, ment. Venture not upon the threshold of wrong. Watch carefully over your passions. 'Xtend to every one a kindly saluta- tion. Yield not to discouragement. Zealously labor for the right : And success is certain. Baron RoTHSCHiiiD. i68 THE NURSEI^Y A, B, C. The A, B, C, Is pleasant to me, I'm learning it all tlie day ; Whenever I look In a printed book, I see nothing but A, B, C, Sing A, B, C, Sing A, B, C, Sing B, S, T, Sing X, Y, Z, and aU. If I can fix These marks twenty-six In this little careless head, I'll read every book, As soon as I look Sing A, B, C, I see nothing but A, B, C, , I'm glad to know The fine little row Of letters, both great and small ; The D, E, F, G, The L, M, N, 0, P, And the X, Y, Z, and all. At the letters all over it spread. Sing A, B, C, Sing X, Y, Z, And the letters all over it spread. I now will learn Them all in turn, The big letters and the small ; For how can I spell. A, B, C. 169 Or pronounce them well, Till I shall have learned them all ? Sing A, B, C, Sing X, Y, Z, For I am going to learn them all. The bees and the flies Have nice little eyes, But never can read like me ; They crawl on the book, And they seem to look. But they never know A, B, C ; Sing A, B, C, Sing X, Y, Z, They never can know A, B, C. —Hastings' " Nursery Songs. They look like crooked sticks — oh dear ! Ma counted six, and twenty more ; What do they have so many for ? SCHOOL TIME. LEARNING THE LETTERS. Now, Jenny, and Mollie, and Eobert, and John, Attend to your letters, I pray ; For if with your reading you do not get on. You'll never be readj^ for play. Attention to lessons brings laughter at play, I wish I knew my letters well. So I might learn to read and spell ; I'd find them on my pretty card, If they were not so very hard. Now S is crooked — don't you see? And G is making mouths at me, And is something like a ball,— It has n't any end at all. And all the rest are — my! so queer TJO THE NURSERY, Glad faces, with merriment bright, Good temper, and hearts full of sun- shine by day, And sweet, peaceful slumbers at night. Then on with your letters, a, e, i, o, u — The dullest can honestly try ; And who would not work with the prospect in view Of reading bright books by-and-by ? M. H. F. Donne. TT-O-or ll()fT • T)-o-rr (InfT • And two more words are here ; But if the dog should bite the hog, The bite would spoil Jns ear. SPELLING LESSON. C-a-t, cat; B-a-t, bat; And so two words we spell ; But if the bat should hit the cat. Then we would hear a yell. T-o-y, toy; B-o-y, boy; And two more words we spy ; But if the boy should break his toy, The little chap would cry. B-a-g, bag ; E-a-g, rag ; We spell them like a flash ; But when the rag goes in the bag, Then both are sold for cash. B-i-g, big; P-i-g, pig; Two more words here we give. A little pig may yet be big. If he shall grow and live. V-a-t, vat ; H-a-t, hat ; Two easy words, no doubt. But if the hat falls in the vat. Then who can get it out ? ONE, TWO, THREE. 171 M-e-n, men ; P-e-11, pen ; These words yon ought to know, It is the pen that rules the men, And has since long ago. One, two, three ! The riddle tell to me. The moon atioat is the honny boat, The sun-set is the sea. D-a-m, dam; E-a-m, ram; And here are two words more. But if the ram falls in the dam, How will he get ashore ? M-a spells ma ; P-a spells pa ; Two good and sweet words here. If it were not for pa and ma, "What would you do, my dear? G-o-o-d, you know, spells good. And you are good to-day. While you are good, your daily food Goes with your daily play. ONE, TWO, THREE! One, two, three ! A bonny boat I see. A silver boat, and all afloat, Upon a rosy sea. KNOWLEDGE. Beneath the oak tree's cooling shade This boy and girl have often plaj'ed ; But now at study they take a turn, Their lessons well they try to learn : — Here is a truth for everj'body. Knowledge comes by earnest study. 172 THE NURSERY. AT SCHOOL. "Spell 'cat,'" says the teacher, May, "P-u-s-s," says Ted. " Oh, stupid child, thafs not the waj. You'll have to go down foot to-day," With a solemn shake of her head. " You spell it, Susie, now." "M-e-o-u, meou !" " Oh, what a stupid ! Susie, you. Must go down foot, I tell you, too ! " With a frown upon her hrow. " Now, Katie, you spell ' cat/ You're clever enough for that." " S-c-r-a-t-c-h," she said, With a comical droop of her curly head. And then she, too, "down foot" was sent. And the teacher's patience all was spent, "For you're all at the foot of the class," she said, "And I am the only girl 'up head." TEN LITTLP: CJIIC-A-DEES. THE LITTLE CHIC-A-DEES. EN little chic-a-dees clinging to a vine, A speckled snake charmed one, then there were but NINE. Nine little chick-a-dees, — one without a mate, — A sparrow-hawk cought one, then there were but EIGHT. Bight little chic-a-dees, by a 'possum driven, — He caught one and slaughtered it, then there were but SEVEN. ^74 THE NURSERY. Seven little chic-a-dees hopping round the ricks, — A weasel came and captured o?ze, then there were but Six. Six little chic-a-dees watching Rover dive, — He sprang ashore and seized one, and then there were but FIVE. Five little chic-a-dees pecking at the door, Kitty-cat caught one, then there were but FOUR. Four little chic-a-dees full of birdy glee, — One was tanq-led in a ne" then there were but THREE. TEN LITTLE CHIC-A-DEES. /O Three little chic-a-dees dabbling in the dew, — A stone fell and crushed o?ze, then there were but Two. Two little chic-a-dees peeping just for fun, — A hungry kite caught one^ then there were but ONE. One little chic-a-dee, mourning all alone, Flew away to find a mate, and then there was none. Mrs E. P MiLLEB. -u.- 176 THE NURSERY MOLLIE BUTTON. Mollie Button, just for fuu, Stands to show us she is one. Mollie and her sister Lue Show that ONE and ONE make TWO. IMollie, Lue, and Fannie Lea Show that ONE with Two make THREE. Moll, Lue, Fan, and Little Noah, Show that ONE with THREE make four. MOLLIE BUTTON. 177 Moll, Lue, Fan, Noah, and Will Shrive, Show that ONE with four make FIVE. Now all these with Clara Ricks Show that ONE with FIVE make SIX. One more, Fred, a ba- "* by, even, Show that ONE with SIX make SEVEN. 178 THE NURSERY WitH these girls and boys put Kate, And the one with SEVEN make EIGHT. All these eight with Madaline, Show that ONE with EIGHT make nine. Now with these put Frank, and then You'll see that one with NINE make TEN. COUNTIXG. 179 A NEW TIME-TABLE. COUNTING. 12 5 One, Two, Three, Come to the woods with me. 4 5 6 Four, Five, Six. We'll knock down cherries with sticks. 7 8 9 Seven, Eight, Nine, To fdl this new basket of mine. 10 11 12 Ten, Eleven, Twelve, We'll all be as happy as elves. Sixty seconds make a minute : How much good can I do in it '? Sixty minutes make an hour, — All the good that's in my power. Twenty hours and four, a day, — Time for work, and sleep, and play. Days, three hundred sixty-five Make a year for me to strive Eight good things for me to do. That I wise may grow and true. TIME. " Sixty seconds make a minute. Sixty minutes make an hour ; " If I were a little linnet. Hopping in her leafy bower. Then I should not have to sing it : "Sixty seconds make a minute." i8o THE NURSERY. Twenty-four hours make a day, Seven days will make a week ; And while we all at marhles play, Or run at cunning "• hide and seek," Or in the garden gather flowers. We'll tell the time that makes the hours. In every month the weeks are four, And twelve whole months will make a year; Now I must say it o'er and o'er, Or else it never will be clear ; So once again I will begin it : " Sixty seconds make a minute. " Four hours are lost .' (And then it strikes Ten !) No lazy ones enter the kingdom of heaven; " THE CLOCK. I hear the clock strike, and what dotb it say '? One, two, three, four, five, six! A beautiful day ! Again it strikes. Seven ! and brightly the sun Is shining, and work for the day has begun, I hear it at Eight, as clear as a bell ; It says, "I have wonderful things to tell. Don't waste any moments; they're not yours, nor mine ; See how quickly they pass. (I hear it strike nine !) Not slothful in business ! hear this, idle men ! And it riugs out in warning the num- ber Eleven ! Why it's noon, I declare, and while we all rest. CHILDREN OF THE WEEK. i8i I hear the clock tickliKj and ticking its best, It never gets tired, its work's never done ; But it does rest a little ; hark, it only strikes One ! 0,1 can't keep up with it, whatever I do ; Just while I am talking, again it strikes Two ! Then quickly comes Three, and then it is Four ! The hours seem shorter and shorter, I'm sure. These moments are precious; 0, how we should strive To ring out the hours, for pleasure and pain. To improve each one faithfully ! One Two, Three, Four, Five ! As through the da}', so all through the night. The clock ticks and strikes, till again it is light ; And then at the dawn begins over again. CHILDREN OF THE WEEK. The child that is born on the Sabbath day Is blithe and bonny, and good, and gay; Monday's child is fair of face ; Tuesday's child is full of grace ; Wednesday's child is merry and glad ; Thursday's child is sour and sad ; Friday's child is loving and giving ; And Saturday's child must work for its living. DAYS OF THE WEEK. Seven bright jewels our Father above Hath given His children, in mercy and love : Beautiful jewels set in gold For the rich and poor, the young and the old. But one He asks may to Him be given. That each may have some treasure in Heaven. These jewels are days, and we are blest With hours for labor and hours for rest. Let us work with all zeal, be fervent in spirit. That we may the kingdom of Heaven inherit. S-aviour of sinners, 0, hear while we pray ! M-aster, lead us and guide us alway ! T-he Lord is my Shepherd, and He will provide ; W-atchful and prayerful, I '11 keep by His side. T-here is room for no idler in the vinevard to wait — lS2 THE NURSERY. F-aithful workers are needed, the harvest is great — S-uch only shall enter the beautiful gate. DAYS IN THE MONTH. January has thirty-one, Snow and ice, and lots of fun. February has twenty-eight. In which to slide, and sleigh, and skate ; But every fourth year the records incline To add to the number, and make twenty-nine. March has also thirty-one, In which we have more wind than fun. April, with its sun and showers, Has thirty for its leaves and flowers. May, with frolic and with fun. Fills up the number tJtirty-one. Only thirty we have in June ; Its roses and sunshine are gone so soon ! July again brings thirty-one, And we toss the hay 'neath the sum- mer sun. August has thirty-one as well; Hear the harvest chorus swell ! September, with tlilrty, is calm and stin, And does its work in the busy mill. Of days to climb, and jump, and run, October contributes thirty-one. November is so dreary and cold, I'm GLAD it has only thirty all told. Hurrah ! for Christmas comes in December, And (7 has tliirty-one, 1 remember. THE MONTHS. First is the month of January, When pleasant fires make young folks merry. Next comes the month of February, When snow and rain the weather vary. The month of March comes next, you know, When cold and strong the breezes blow. The month of April then comes in. When warm and pleasant days begin, Then comes the merry month of May, When lambs and children love to play. Next comes the summer month of June, And then the sun is hot at noon. THE MONTHS. 183 Then follows in its turn July, When all the land is hot and dry. Next sultry August takes its turn, And hotter yet the sunbeams bum. Then comes September, sweet and mild, With cooler days to suit a child. Then ripe October comes in suit. To tempt the taste with pleasant fruit. November, next, is bleak and rough, And every day is cold enough. Then come the snows of harsh December ; But Christmas also comes, remember. THE MONTHS. Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November ; February has twenty-eight alone. All the rest have thirty-one. Excepting Leap-year, that's the time When Februarv's davs are twentv- ALL ABOUT A FROG. A"^ This is an egg : Watch it, I beg. Out of this egg (no arm or leg) Comes this strange thing, The legs now spring. Both front and rear. Now this is queer. The tail plays flop, And goes off pop ! And soon it hops about the bog, A happy, timid, little frog. nine. FACTS FOR LITTLE FOLKS. Tea is prepared from the leaf of a tree ; Honey is gathered and made by the bee. Butter is made from the milk of the cow ; Pork is the flesh of the pig or the sow. Oil is obtained from fish and from flax ; Candles are made of tallow and wax. Worsted is made from wool, soft and warm ; Silk is prepared and spun by a worm. i84 THE NURSERY. KNITTING SOCKS. Well-a-day ! How queer to say Our Kitty's knitting socks to-day ! Twirling worsted round about, Clicking needles in and out, Spectacles on nose to see, — Our Kitty is our Busy Bee. GRANDMA'S UMBRELLA Twa's a boisterous day, and this fool- ish little fellow Went out all alone with his grand- ma's umbrella. When he opened it, the wind Took him up, and sent him flying Till it soused him in a pond. Where his father found him cry- mg. THE LITTLE KINDERGARTEN GIRL. If I sew, sew, sew, and pull, pull, pull. The pattern will come, and the card befuU; So it's criss, criss, criss, and it's cross, cross, cross; If we have sbme pleasant work to do we're never at a loss. QUEER LITTLE STITCHES. 1S5 Ob, dear ! I pulled too rougbl}', — I've broken tbrougb my card. I feel like tbrowing all away, and cry- ing real bard. But no, no, no, — for we never sbould despair, So I'll rip, rip, rip, and I'll tear, tear, tear. QUEER LITTLE STITCHES. 1 \ THE LITTLB KINDERGARTEN GIRL. Tbere ! you pretty, purple worsted, I've saved you, every stitcb (Because if we are wasteful we never can get ricb). Now I'll start anotber tablet, and I'll make it perfect yet. And motber'll say : " Ob, tbank you, my precious little pet ! " Ob, queer little stitcbes, You surely are witcbes. To botber me so ! I'm trying to plant you : Do stay wbere I want you, All straigbt in a row. Now keep close togetber ! I never know wbetber You'll do as I say. Wby can't you be smaller? Y^'ou really grow taller. Try bard as I may ! Tbere ! now my tbread's knotted, My finger is dotted Witb sbarp needle-pricks ! I mean to stop trying, I can not belp crying ; Ob, dear wbat a fix ! Yes, yes, bttle, stitcbes, I know 3^ou are witcbes — I'm sure of it now — Because you don't botber Grown people bke motber Wben they try to sew. Y^ou love to bewilder, Us poor little " cbilder" (As Bridget would say), By jumping and dancing. And leaping and prancing, And losing your way. i86 THE NURSERY. Hear the bees in the clover ! Sewing "over and over" They don't understand. I wish I was out there, And playing about there In that great heap of sand ! The afternoon's going ; 1 7nust do my sewing Before I can play. Now behave, little stitches, Like good-natured witches, The rest of the day. I'd almost forgotten About waxing my cotton, As good sewers do ; And — oh, what a memory ! - Here is my emery To help coax it through. I'm so nicely provided I've really decided To finish the things. There's nothing like trying ; My needle is flying As if it had wings. There, good-bye, little stitches ! You obstinate witches. You're punished, you know. You've been very ugly, But now you sit snugly Along in a row. LEARNING TO SEW. " I am learning how to sew," said an eager little maid ; " I push the needle in and out, and make the stitches strong ; I'm sewing blocks of patchwork for my dolly's pretty bed. And mamma says, the way I work it will not take me long. It's over and over — do yoii know How over-and-over stitches go ? "I have begun a handkerchief: Mamma turned in the edge, And basted it with a pink thread to show me where to sew. It has Greenaway children on it stepping staidly by a hedge ; I look at them when I get tired, or the needle pricks, you know And that is the way I learn to hem sow, SEW, AND SO 187 With hemming stitches — do you know them ? ** Next I shall learn to run, and darn, and back-stitch, too, I guess, It wouldn't take me long, I know, if 'twasn't for the thread ; But the knots keep coming, and be- sides — I shall have to confess — Sometimes I slip my thimble off, and use my thumb instead ! When your thread knots, what do you do ? And does it turn all bro^mish, too ? " My papa, he's a great big man, as much as six feet high ; He's more than forty, and his hair has grey mixed with the black : Well, he can't sew ! he can't hc(jin to sew as well as 1. If he loses off a button, mamma has to set it back ! You mustn't think me proud, you know, But I am seven, and I can sew ! " SOW, SEW, AND SO. Sow, sow, sow. So the farmers sow ! Busy, busy, all the day. While the children are at play. Stowing, stowing close away Baby wheat and rye in bed. So the children may be fed, So, so, so. Sew, sew, sew, So the mothers sew ! iSS THE NURSERY. Busy, busy, all the day. While the children are at play, Sewing, sewing fast away, So the children may have frocks, Trowsers, coats, and pretty socks So, so, so. Sow, sew, so, So they sow and sew ! S, and 0, and W, This is what the farmers do ; Put an E, in place of 0, This is how the mothers sew, — So they sow and sew for you. So without the W, So, so, so. MY BLOCKS. A block which is round like the baby's ball, I have learned to call a sphere. I can roll it about and make it stand, Though a touch will move it, I fear. A half a sphere is a hemi-sphere, Like an orange cut for two. I can slide it on this side, and rock it on that. And roll it ; what else will it do ? This square-faced block which has six sides. Is a cube, — how easy to say ! It will stand upright and slide about. If I push it a little way. A rolling-pin block is a cylinder, A pencil is called the same. It will stand, and slide, and roll around. But it has a long, hard name. The surface is the part I touch. It is curved in a marble or ball ; But it's plane in the ceiling, it's plane in the door, Also in the floor of the hall. That part of the surface we see at once Is called the face of the block; Around it are edges, which may be curved. Or as straight as the hands of a clock. The end of an edge is called a point, This I show on my slate by a dot. The edges themselves, whether curved or straight, Are shown by lines, — tliat I nearly forgot. This is all I have learned about my blocks To tell you of to-daj'. And now, if you'll stay and watch me awhile, You'U see me make them of clay. BUILDING CASTLES 1 89 So we are building, ever building Structures grand and rare ; And with fond hopes, we're ever gilding, Castles in the air. Still we build them high and higher ; And call it not unwise ; Eesult may not fulfill desire, But happy he who tries. STEP BY STEP. One step and then another. And the longest walk is ended ; One stitch and then another, And the largest rent is mended ; One brick upon another, And the highest wall is made ; One flake upon another, And the deepest snow is laid. BUILDING CASTLES. Maidens three with smiling faces, Seated on the floor. Fitting blocks into their places, Windows, roof and door. Long before it is completed, The house is sure to fall ; But patiently remain they seated. Building castles tall. V'f! So the little coral workers. By their slow and constant motion, Have built those pretty islands 190 THE NURSERY In the distant dark-blue ocean ; And the noblest undei-taldngs Man's wisdom hath conceived, By oft-repeated effort Have been patiently achieved. LEARNING TO WRITE. Our Frankie has her lessons to learn and to write, Though the wind's in the west, and the sun's shining bright. Her sister's her teacher, who fondly guides her hand And makes her the very best writer in the land. ARTHUR'S TALK. Little Arthur, full of fun, Sporting in the summer sun ; Now he soils his dainty hand ; Now he fills his shoes with sand. "Arthur, what do piggies do?" "Grunt, grunt, grunt ; moo, moo, moo ; Bow, wow, wow ; peep, peep, peep ; Cock-a-doodle ; t'weet, t'weet, t'weet." Pigs and cows and dogs at once ! Can you call this babe a dunce ? Like a colt he neighs and prances Then with nimble feet he dances. "Who loves little Arthur boy?" "Da, da, da !" he shouts with joy. Papa clasps him to his breast ; Busy brain and feet will rest. School-Days. I F you make children happy now, you will make them happy twenty years hence by the memory of it. — Sydney Smith. SCHOOL-MYS. SCHOOL TIME. SCHOOL-TIME. School time. Chiklren dear. Hasten here, When the lesson-time is near ; Hurry fast, Don't be last ; Minutes now are flying fast. HALF-PAST EIGHT, HALF-PAST FOUR. Half-past eight, half-past eight ! School-bell's ringing — don't be late ! Get your books, and pens, and paper ; Don't be cutting truant capers. Half-past eight, half-past eight ! School-bell's ringing — don't be late ! 193 194 SCHOOL DAYS. Half -past eight, half-past eight ! Who is he for whom we wait ? Lazy Jack ! — why this folly ! Why d'ye look so melancholy ? Don't hang back — march out straight, School-hell's ringing — school won't wait ! Half-past four, half-past four ! Bell is ringing — school is o'er! Master Jack is blithe and ready : Needn't hurry, Jack — march steady See the rogue, he runs about ; He's the very first boy out. Half-past four, half-past four ! Bell is ringing — school is o'er. EARLY AT SCHOOL. Through pathways green and very cool Miss Daisy trips along to school ; She is in haste for she would hate To stop and play, and be marked "late'^ All children should learn well this rule And never be late at their school. NOT READY FOR SCHOOL. Pray, where is my hat? It is taken away, And my shoe-strings are all in a knot, I can't find a thing where it should be to-day, Though I've hunted in every spot. Do, Rachel, just look for my speller up-stairs — My reader is somewhere there, too ; And, sister, just brush down these troublesome hairs, And, mother, just fasten my shoe. And, sister, beg father to write an excuse ; — But stop! he will only say "No;" And go on with a smile and keep reading the news, While everything bothers me so* LESSON IX ARITHMETIC. ^95 My satchel is heavy and ready to I wish I'd not lingered at breakfast the fall, last, This old pop-gun is Lrealcing my Though the toast and the butter were map ; fine ; I'll have nothing to do with the pop- I think that our Edward must eat gun or ball. pretty fast, There's no playing for such a poor ■To be off when I haven't done chap. mine. Now Edward and Henry protest they wont wait. And beat on the door with their sticks ; ^ \ I suppose they will say I // was dressing too late; To-morrow, Fll he up at six. Cakoline Oilman. LESSON IN ARITHMETIC Four robin redbreasts on the old apple tree, Whose pink and white blos- - soms are as thick as ij " ° ' ' i J ^^^^ ^® — 'ill' •';'■'. //'♦ / If two of those birds should ■ * ''' • / '/ quick fly away, >'/;^:.'^^<>^^^|^."/. ; ■ How many redbreasts would be left ? tell me, pray. The town-clock will strike in a min- ' , Only two would be left, but theij would not stay. ute, I fear, Then away to the foot I will sink ; There ! look at my Carpenter tumbled ^°' *^'^ '''''' ^^'^^ "^ ^^^^^ ^^''^*^^^^^ down here, ^^^^"^ ^^'^^''^y- And my Worcester covered with ink. Tom's six frisky kittens are chasing their tails. 196 SCHOOL-DAYS. As the milkmaid passes with o'er- flowing pails — If two of the kittens remain at their play Then how many have followed the milkmaid ; say ? (ANSWEK.) Four dear little kittens have followed the maid, And — the others ivill follow, if they're not afraid. Eight fleecy white lambkins yonder are seen Just over the brook, in the pasture green — If eight of them leap over the low, stone wall. Then, how many lambkins do not jump at all ? (ANSWER.) Were they Bo-Peep's lamb- kins, mamma? 0, I know. If one lamb leaped the wall, all the rest would go. If out of the water and dark mud below, Eise ten water lilies as white as the snow. And five laddies row out to--^-"" ~ gather the ten, ___,„«_ How many apiece have the • brave Httle men? (ANSWER.) They would have two apiece, if Tom had his way. But Archie'd have more — he's so mean, Archie Gray. Suppose I am forty and you are but five. In ten sunny years — if we still keep alive — Winter and summer, in all sorts of weather, — Pray, how many years can we count together ? (ANSWER, counting slowly.) Why you would be f-f-fifty and I'd be — f-ifteen. MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION. There'd be ever so many years between. Count them together ? Mamma, wait till I grow ! ARITHMETIC. 197 Then, then, I could count them so easy, j-ou know. Would I then wear long dresses, and you a white cap '? And — couldn't I sit any more on your lap ? — dear ? ARITHMETIC. Multiplication is vexation, Division is as bad; The Rule of Three doth puzzle me. And Practice drives me mad. A SUM IN ARITHMETIC. There came into our school one day A W'hite-haired man, with pleasant smile ; He greeted us, and, sitting down. Said he would like to rest awhile. 'Twas time to have Arithmetic. The teacher said, " Now all give heed! Put up your books, and take your slates, And do the sum which I will read." Our books went in, our slates came out, ' - And the teacher read the sum. We tried and tried, and tried again. And couldn't make the answer come. And then the old man said to us. With kindness twinkling in his eyes, " Who gets the answer first shall have A silver shilling for a prize." Then Tommy Dole resolved to cheat ; And slyly taking out his book. When he supposed he was not seen, A hasty glance inside he took. At once, the answer Tommy finds. And, "Now I've got it, sir," he cries. The teacher thinks Tom worked the sum, And tells him he has won the prize. But that old man had seen it all. Those twinkling eyes had watched the trick. " Well done, my boy ! 3'ou seem To understand arithmetic. " But now, before I give the prize, I'll let ^'ou try a harder one. Another shilling you shall have. If you can tell how that is done." And then, with kindest voice and look. He gently said to Tommy Dole, " "W-hat shall it profit you, my lad. To gain the world, and lose your soul ? " Then Tommy Dole hung down his head. And tears began to fill his eyes ; And all the scholars w^ondered why He would not take the silver prize. 198 SCHOOJu-DAYS. THE CARDINAL POINTS. I'm only a little laddie, Just learning to read you see, And something else that I think Is funny as it can be. And I'm sure you'll think as I do. For I don't believe you've heard Of this funny thing I'm learning, So I'll tell you every word. 0, I love in the early morning To hear the twitter and trill Of birds, as the sun comes peeping O'er the top of the far-off hill. Big, and round, and golden. He lifts his shining face ; If 1 point to where I see him, Why East I must call the place. And all through the summer morning, He is climbing the sky's ~^^-'-'^- blue hill. And the air grows hot and drowsy. And the singing birds grow still. Till he reaches the highest summit. Then slowly he goes to rest. And the place where last I see him, I must always call the West. Now here is my little right hand. And it i:)oints to the East you see : If I stretch out my tiny left hand. Then this side West must be. And the North will be before me. While the South behind me lies. Don't you think it queer That a little girl can be so very wise ? Well, one thing more I will tell you, And then you have heard it all, 'Tis this, East, West, and South, and North, The Cardinal Points we call. Lizzie M. Hadlet. GEOGRAPHY. The earth is round, and like a ball Seems swinging in the air ; The sky extends around it all. And stars are shining there. Water and land upon the face Of this round world we see ; The land is man's safe dwelling place, But fish swim in the sea. Two mighty continents there are. And many islands, too ; And mountains, hills, and valleys there With level plains we view. THE AXIS. 199 THE AXIS. Child you ask, "What is the Axis ? " With an apple I will show ; Place your thumb upon the stem- place, And your finger at the blow ; — Now we'll just suppose the apple Has a stem that passes through, And this stem would be the Axis ; Now we'll whirl the apple, true. I Holding fast 'twixt thumb and finger, — That's the way the Earth goes round On its Axis, as we call it, Though no real stem is found. And the two ends of the Axis Have been called the Poles, my dear ; Yes, the North Pole and the South Pole, Where 'tis very cold and drear. Now we'll hold a bigger apple At a distance, for the San ; Tip the smaller one a little, And then slowly wheel it round All around the larger apple. And it represents the Earth Circling round the Sun that holds it. Ceaseless, ni its yearly path. Wondrous is the strong attraction Of the Sun which holds in place All the Planets in their turnings. All the Stars that see his face ; But more wondrous far, the power That created Sun and us. And that gave a form and being, To this mighty Universe. " The Universe ! " now you exclaim ; "By the Universe, what do you mean ? " "'Tis the Sun and the Planets, and everything known. That we call by this Universe name. Now the " Planets," you ask, "What are Planets?" They're globes. Some larger, some smaller than Earth,— Which are swinging in space. And are held in place. By the God-power that first gave them birth. From Mother Truths' Melodies. THE PLANETS. Mercury is next to the Sun, While Yenus, so bright, Seen at morning, or night, Comes second to join in the fun. And tliinl in the group is our Earth, While Mars, with his fire So warlike and dire, Swings around to be counted the fourtJi. 200 SCHOOL-DAYS. While Jupiter's next after Mars, And his four moons at night Show the speed of the Hght ; Next golden-ringed Saturn appears. After Saturn comes Uranus far ; — And his antics so queer, Led Astronomers near To old Neptune, who drives the last car. AMERICA. A ship sailed over the blue, salt sea For a man, Columbus called, Had thought that the world was round, and he Of the old ideas had palled. So, in fourteen hundred and ninety- two. He sailed across from Spain, And found our continent so new — The "land beyond the main." But jealousies and rivalries And bickerings begun, And Christopher Columbus now With grief was overborne. Americus Yespucius soon Our shores came sailing round. And stole the naming of the land Columbus sought and found ; Wliile he, Columbus, lay in chains, And diqd in sore distress ; Yet won for us w^io tread his land, A lasting blessedness. PRESIDENTS OF THE UNITED STATES. First stands the lofty Washington, The noble, great, immortal one. The elder Adams next we see, And Jefferson comes number three. THE BOSTON TEA PARTY 20I The fourth is Madison, you kno\y, The fifth one on the hst, Monroe. The sixth an Adams comes again. And Jackson seventh in the train. Van Buren is eighth upon the hne, And Harrison is numher nine. The tenth is Tyler in his turn. And Polk eleventh as we learn. The twelfth is Taylor that appears ; The thirteenth, Fillmore, fills his years. Then Pierce comes fourteenth into view, Buchanan is the fifteenth due. Now Lincoln comes two terms to fill. But God o'er-rules the people's will ; — And Johnson fills his appointed time. Cut short by an assassin's crime. Kext Grant assumes the lofty seat — The man who never knew defeat. Two terms to him, then Hayes succeeds. And quietly the Nation leads. Heroic Garfield our choice ; But soon ascends a mourning voice From every hamlet in the land — A brutal wretch with murderous hand Strikes low the country's chosen chief ; And anxious mihions, plunged in grief. Implore in vain Almighty aid. That Death's stern hand might still be stayed. Then Arthur served the people well. And Cleveland next as all can tell. THE BOSTON TEA PARTY. King George the Third sent out a decree, In seventeen hundred and seventy- three, That three pence on every pound of tea The very moderate tax should be For the infant American colony. Though some protested, the King said " Gammon," For he was a royal disciple of mam- mon. And declared that taxation Was good for a Nation That needed some lessons in subjuga- tion. No tax on snuff ! and no tax on tea ! Such a state of things could no longer be! And those who indulged in such lux- uries, must, Said the loyal monarch, come down with the dust. So the word went forth, and, in Boston town, It swept like a hurricane fiercely down; And men and women were greatly stirred By this imposition of George the Third. 202 SCHOOL-DAYS. Trouble was brewing. Their tete-a- tete Lover and sweetheart abbreviate ; There was hurrying here And hurrying there, And ominous mutterings in the air, The bells were rung in the Old South steeple To the great alarm of the nervous people, And a meeting was held, where the proclamation Was read, that had caused all this perturbation. Invitations were posted up For the consignees to take a cup Of the very best tea — Oolong or Bonea, At high noon under the Liberty Tree. And the notice beneath, in every word, Was a sort of menace to George the Third, For it said (what an insult to the crown !) " Show me the man that dare take this down !" Honor and liberty were at stake ! But the consignees refused to take Their cup of tea on the terms sug- gested, Or do as the council of war requested, 'Twas the only topic of conversation, Nothing was thought of but this taxa- tion, And the easiest way of liquidation. T— A— X 'Twas enough to vex The souls of the men of Boston town, To read this under the seal of the crown, They were loyal subjects of George the Third ; So they believed, and so they averred. But this bristling, offensive placard set On the walls, was worse than a bayo- net. For it aimed at a principle dearer than life ; Three pence a pound on tea Not much of a tax would be ! But it proved the beginning of mighty strife. And lovers of freedom with dignity broke Away from the weight of King George's yoke. A burden of tacks Upon their backs They might have borne in an easy way, But the iron had entered their souls, and they Declared in a state of great fermenta- tion 'Twas a wantonly cruel, unjust taxa- tion. What was to be done ? There were those indeed. Who were bound to have the perni- cious weed. THE BOSTON TEA PARTY. 203 Eheiimatic old chaps, Who AvoukI sip between naps ; And maidens who'd never agree To give up an afternoon tea ; And hkewise the gossipy dames who were wiUing For the sake of such comfort, to spend their last shilling. And so it was decided to lay an embargo On vessels that brought over tea as their cargo ; For, if once they were landed, then trouble would follow, And neither the tax nor the tea would they swallow ! "With artful disguise, and grotesque decoration. Like sons of the forest, a poor imita- tion A score or more men on a night in December, Went forth to a deed the world would remember. In exhilaration. They took up their station. On board the vessels awaiting demur- rage. And no one could question their share • of " Dutch Courage." Soon others joined in with an interest hearty Increasing the size of the famous tea party. Declaring with war-whoops of savage delight, " Boston harbor shall furnish the tea-pot to-night." They boarded the ships That were then in their slips, Indignantly seizing the boxes of tea. And many a chest of the Chinaman's best Slipped quickly overboard into the sea. If any attempted to carry off booty. Which he might secure without pay- ment of duty. His thievish endeavors most certainly failed. Through a summary docket That cut off the pocket, Containing the tea, and the coat was curtailed. King George the Third who made the decree To relieve the East India Company, Would have sworn right royally, I opine. Could he have beheld that fleet in line. That never had given a countersign ! Four or five hundred boxes of tea Sailing so jauntily out to sea. The word the colonists sent, was not At the mercy of any highwayman's shot : Nor were there telegraphs to convey The people's message with less delay ; 204 SCHOOL-DAYS. But tediously slow The ships must go On the homeward track, Only taking back America's envoy, who on landing, straight Presented himself at the palace gate. Demanding an audience there and then ; With the first of English gentlemen. Who thought he'd a right a tax to impose. On all his subjects whenever he chose. He was ready to burst with rage, no doubt, "Wlien the clerk in a loud voice read about The Boston Tea Party ; — for then the King Perceived he had not done just the thing To please the American colony. The injured party who went out to tea In Seventeen-hundred and seventy- three. THE CHILD'S CENTENNIAL. Around the purple clover-flowers, The butterflies were flitting ; And on a stone beside the road A little boy was sitting. The fragrant air his yellow hair Around his face was blowing. And down his pretty rosy cheeks, The greatj'round tears were flowing. His breeches were of coarse, brown cloth ; His frock was made of tow ; For little Ebenezer lived A hundred years ago. Along the road, upon a horse. Two men came, riding double ; And one spoke out, " My pretty lad, Pray tell me what's the trouble," But, at his friendly words, the boy Began to sob the louder : " sir ! " he said, " my father took His gun, and horn of powder, And rode away this very morn To help to fight the foe ! " For there was war within the land A hundred years ago. The foremost man drew in his rein (His horse was somewhat skittish.) And said, " My dear, I would not fear : We hope to beat the British. And when the Yankees win the day. And send the Red- coats flying, And home again your father comes, You will not feel like crying : You'll be a happy fellow then." " Oh, that I shall, I know !" Poor little Ebenezer said A hundred years ago. " But, if he should not come at all. And we should find, instead, sir, A musket-ball had shot him down, A sword cut oft" his head, sir? " NINE PARTS OF SPEECH. 205 "Oh, even then," the man repHed, " You'd proudly tell his story, And say, ' He died for freedom's :./> V'-^ sake. And for his countrj-'s glory.' But brave must be the little son Whose father jEights the foe : We need stout hearts." And so they did, A hundred years ago. The man rode on, and home again Ean little Ebenezer ; "Now I must share my mother's care," He said, " and try to please her ; And I must work in every way, — Eake ha}^ and feed the cattle. And hoe the corn, since father's gone To give the British battle." Oh ! looking backward, let us not Forget the thanks we owe To those good little boys who lived A hundred years ago ! MAEIAN DOUGkLAS. NINE PARTS OF SPEECH. Three little words you often see Are Articles — a, nn, and the. A Noun's the name of anything. As sdiool, or garden, lioop, or swing. THE CHILD S CENTENNIAL. Adjectives tell the kind of Noun, As great, small, jjretty, ic]iite,ov brown. Instead of Nouns the Pronouns stand — Her head, Jiis face, your ami, vig hand. Yerbs tell of something to be done — To read, count, sing, laugh, jump, or run. How tilings are done the Ad\'erbs tell, As slowly, quicldy, ill, or irell. 2o6 SCHOOL-DAYS. NUMBER. A noun or name that means but one, Is called in the sbuffdar number; But when it stands for more than one, 'Tis jilural, child, remember. GENDER. together, man man, weather. The Preposition stands before Noun, as at or ih rough the door. The Interjection shows surprise, As Ah! how prett}'. Oh! how wise. The whole are called Nine Parts of Speech, Which reading, writing, speaking teach. A word of three >5yllables children, now find. That holds the whole twenty-six let- ters combined.* ♦Alphabet. A noun that is the name of males. As ox, or horse, or father, Is masculine in gender, dear ; While cow, and mare, and mother. And all the names of females, child, Are feminine, 'tis true; Now tell me all the names you know, And tell their gender, too. But you will find there's many a noun Not male, nor female either. As chair, and book ; and such wc call In neuter gender — neither. FUNNY, ISN'T IT? The pipers are not made of pipes, And cowards are not made of cows ; And lyres ai'e not made of lies. While bowers are not made of bows. The wickets are not made of wicks. And candles are not made of cans ; And tickets are not made of ticks, AATiile panels are not made of pans. ONE LITTLE CHICKEN, 207 The cattle are not made of cats, While willows are not made of wills, And hattles are not made of bats, And pilgrims are not made of grim pills. The cornets are not made of corns, A hotel is not made of a hoe ; And hornets are not made of horns. While all poets can not he Poe. ONE LITTLE CHICKEN. One little chicken, two little chickens, three little chickens, dear ; Don't you see we add s, when more than one is here ? And this we do with almost all the nouns that may appear. One little birdy, two little birdies, three little birdies soar ; The y is changed to i-e-s for birdies two or more ; And this, when a word shall end in y with a consonant before. One little donkey, two little donkeys, three little donkeys bray. But here the y remains unchanged, and s is called in play ; And this, when a wcnvl shall end m y, where a vowel leads the way. REMEMBER. Remember, though box in the plural makes boxes, The plural of ox should be oxen, not oxes; And remember, though fleece in the plural is fleeces, That the plural of goose isn't gooses nor geeses; And remember, though house in the plural is houses. The plural of mouse should be mice, not mouses-. Mouse, it is true, in the plural is mice ; But the plural of house should be houses, not hice. And foot, it is true,in the plural, is feet ; But the plural of root should be roots, and not reet. Didn't-think is a heedless lad And never takes the prize ; Eemember-well wins every time, For he is quick and wise. 20S SCHOOL-DAYS. A, £, I, 0, U. A, E, I, 0, U, The vowels we may call ; W, Y are vowels, too, Whenever they chance to fall To the end of syllable or word. And this we all may know That all the rest are Consonants Just nineteen in a row. LESSON ON THE BONES. In my little face, so plainly seen, If you count the bones, you will find fourteen. And, beside all these, somebody has said You will find eight more in my curly head. On both sides of my head is a little pink ear With three bones in each to help me hear. And locked together, a long white line. Are the twenty-six bones that make my spine. If you look at my shoulders, you there will find, A bone in front, and a bone behind . While my twenty-four ribs together combine To make this stout little chest of mine. The bones of my arms jon see are but fcAV, Here is one in riiy arm, in each fore- arm, two. The bones in my wrist are bound snug and tight, Eight in my left wrist, and eight in my right. There are five in each hand, and five in each foot. And twenty-eight in fingers and toes are put. A LiTTLH boy's Troubles. 209 One bone in my hip, and it looks like a Clip, The end of my thigh-bone will just fill it up. This bone in my thigh has a very queer name, Femur or thigh-bone, it means the same. My knee-pan covers the joint at my knee, And, from this to my ankle, two bones you see. A LITTLE BOY'S TROUBLES. I thought when I'd learned my letters. That all of my troubles were done ; But I find myself much mistaken — They only have just begun. Learning to read was awful. But nothing like learning to write ; I'd be sorry to have you tell it, But my copy book is a sight ! The seven short bones in my ankle found By strong white cords to- gether are bound. If an apple or pear I wish to bite, I've thirty-two teeth so strong and white. And I'll always remember, in spite of my play, With water and brush, to cleanse them each day. Since the way that I sit, my bones must affect, rU try, while I'm young, to sit very erect. An-d when I grow older, you'll every one see, What a straight man or woman I then ' ^^ ^^'^ ^^''' ^^^^ *^^ ^'^' ^^^ *^^ ^'^' shall be ' Though I have certainly tried and Lizzie M. Hadley. tried The ink gets over my fingers ; The pen cuts all sorts of shines. And won't do at all as I bid it ; The letters won't stay on the lines ; But go up and do^\^l and aU over As though they were dancing a jig — They are there in all shapes and sizes, Medium, little, and big. The tails of the g's are so contrary. The handles get on the wrong side 2IO SCHOOL-DAYS. To make them just right ; it is dread- ful, I really don't know what to do, I'm getting almost distracted — My teacher says she is, too. There'd be some comfort in learning If one could get through ; instead Of that, there are books awaiting. Quite enough to craze my head. There's the multiplication table, And cannot bear up all the mists. And then 'tis foggy, quite ; And grammar, and — oh, dear me, There's no good place for stopping, When one has begun, I see. My teacher says, little by little To the mountain-tops we climb, It isn't all done in a minute. But only a step at a time. She says that all the scholars, All the wise and learned men, Had each to begin as I do ; If that's so, Where's my pen ? But I'd like to know if ever Any you learned folks, Had the ink get over your fingers. Or blots in your copy-books. If your letters would sort o' straggle. Wherever they chose to go — 'Twould be a very great comfort, If some of you'd let me know. THE WIND. " What is the wind, mamma ? ' " 'Tis air in motion, child ; " " Why can I never see the wind That blows so fierce and wild ? " "Because the gases, dear, Of which the air is made. Are quite transparent, that is, we See through, but see no shade. " "And what are gases, ma?" " Fluids, which, if we squeeze In space too small, will burst with force ; " — " And what are Jluids, please ? " "Fluids are what will flow, And gases are so light That when we give them room enough, They rush with eager flight. " " What gases, dear mamma. Make up the air or wind ? " " 'Tis oxygen and nitrogen That chiefly there we find ; "And, when the air is full Of oxygen, we're gay ; But when there is not quite enough W^e're dull, or faint away. " " What is the fog, mamma ? " " Sometimes the air is light TWELVE LITTLE SCHOOL-MATES. 211 " But, when air heavier grows, The fog is borne above, And floated off, the cloudy stuff, — Just see it, graceful, move. " " What makes the rain, mamma ? " <' The mists and vapors rise From land, and stream, and rolling sea, Up toward the distant skies ; " And there they form the clouds Which, when they're watery, dear, Pour all the water down to earth, And rain afar or near, " " What makes the snow, mamma ? " " When very cold above, The mists are frozen Jiigh in air, And fall as snow, my love. " "And hail?" "'Tis formed the same; Jdold streams of air have come And frozen all the water-drops. And thus the hail-stones form." TWELVE LITTLE SCHOOL-MATES The roses had fallen, and the weather was cool. And twelve little lassies, returning from school, I thought were so pretty, and tidy, and neat. To my house I would ask them, just over the street. They played, and they danced, and they skipped, and they sang, And the porches and parlors with laughter they rang. And sweet as a picture the beautiful sight Of my twelve little ladies so happy and bright. I called them my lambs, and the garden my fold ; And precious as silver, as good as the gold, Were the twelve - pretty maidens, so tidy and neat, Whom I asked to my house just over the street ; Though autumn be sad, and winter be wild, 'Tis summer for all in the heart of a child. "All is not gold that glitters;" Yet think not, children mine, That all that glitters is not gold ; The true must ring and shine. 212 SCHOOL-DAYS. OF WHAT ARE YOUR CLOTHES MADE? Come here to mamma, and I'll tell you, dear boy — For I think you never have guessed — The goat or the calf must be stripped of their hides, To give you these nice little shoes. And then the shy beaver contributes his share, With the rabbit, to give you a hat. For this must be made of their delicate hair; And so you may thank them for that. All these I have mentioned, and many more, too, Each willingly gives us a share ; One sends us a hat, and another a shoe. That we may have plenty to wear. Then, as the poor creatures thus suffer to give So much for the comfort of man, I think 'tis but right that, as long as they live, We should treat them as kind as we can. How many poor animals we must employ Before little George can be dressed. The pretty sheep gives you the wool from his sides. To make you a jacket to use ; WHY MEN WERE BORN. Some men were born for great things, Some men were born for small ; Some, it is not recorded Why they were born at all. IDLE JOE. 213 IDLE JOE. What do I know ? Oh ! lots of things ; I'll tell you in a minute How to carve a hoat, and make a top — a humming-top — and spin it ; How to climh the walls as quick as the best of all the raccoons, How to trap the birds, catch eels and fish, and fly the toy balloons. And everything like that ; why, all the school and village know There's not another in the place with half such wit as Joe. What is it I don't know ? you ask. I don't know — let me see — Well, I shan't want desks when I grow up, nor dates, nor Rule of Three— And I don't know why some stupid- heads go learning all that stuff ; Or, if one wants the rubbish — why, there's always time enough. But I'll tell you now what puzzles me — I really do not know Why, when I sit and fish for hours, they say, " There's Idle Joe." THE LAZY BOY. The lazy lad ! and what's his name ? I should not like to tell ; But don't you think it is a shame That he can't read nor spell ? He'd rather swing upon a gate. Or paddle in the brook, Than take his j)encil and his slate, Or try to con his book. There ! see, he's lounging down the street. His hat without a rim ; He rather drags than lifts his feet — His face unwashed and grim. ■■3 He's lolling now against a post, But if you've seen him once. You'll know the lad amongst a host ; For what he is — a dunce. Don't ask me what's the urchin's name, — I do not choose to tell ; But this you'll know — it is the same As his who does not blush for shame that he don't read or spell. 214 vSCHOOL-DAYS. THE DUNCE'S BENCH. Again we see the dunce's row, The boys who never try to know ; Who apphcation always shirk, And never set their wits to work. Yet George looks grave, his earnest face Seems fitted for a better place. Oh, boys ! be wise ; the precious hours Are going fast, like fading flowers ; Oh, seek to learn in early days. Walk carefully in wisdom's ways ; Fill up the moments as they Hy,- For soon will come eternity. GOOD COMPANY. "I'll Try!" is a soldier; "I will" is a king; Be sure they are near When the school-bells" ring. When school-days are over. And boys are men, "I'll Try!" and "I Will !" Are good things then. THE SCHOOL. 215 THE SCHOOL. And stops to twitter and swing, — "When the daisies' eyes are a-twinkle " Little girljWhere do you go to school, \ With happy tears of dew ; And when do you go, little girl ? When swallows waken in the eaves, Over the grass, from dawn till dark, And the lamb bleats to the ewe ; Your feet are in a whirl ; } When the lawns are golden-barred, You and the cat jump here and there, ! And the kiss of the dew is cool ; You and the robins sing ; But what do you know in the spelling- book ? Have you ever learned anything ?" Thus the little girl answered, — Only stopping to cling To my fingers a minute, As a bird on the wing Catches a twig of sumach. When morning's breath blows out the stars, — Then do I go to school ! "My school-roof is the dappled sky; And the bells that ring for me there Are all the voices of morning Afloat in the dewy air. Kind Nature is the Madame, And the book whereout I spell 2l6 SCHOOL-DAYS. Is dog's-eared bj^ the brooks and glens Where I know the lesson well." Thus the little gh'l answered, In her musical out-door tone : She was up to my pocket, I was a man full-grown ; But the next time that she goes to school. She will not go alone ! FiTz Hugh Ludlow. OLD AND NEW. We are passing another mile-stone, Another school-year's done ; One more chapter of life is written A few more threads are spun. Jjife's a journey, a school, a story, Our best it doth demand ; 'Tis a fabric ; it should be woven With steadfast heart and hand. But we've faltered, half learned our lessons. The story who will read ? And we've carelessly marred life's texture, A record poor indeed. Yet our errors, our failures shall be At length our best success ; If we store up their choicest teach- ings For future helj)fulness. We have trodden the old year's pathway. We enter on the new ; God hath brightened them both with mercies. To Him all praise is due. Let us study the matchless story, The life-work of His son, Till the volume of life is finished. Until the web is spun. JouKNAii OF Education. WHAT WILLIE SAID. Hear what a little child would say, Who comes to school each pleasant day. And tries to learn his lessons well, A good report at home to tell. I love the school, and teacher dear. And all the scholars gathered here ; To each I say in simple rhyme. Be careful, and not waste your time. For moments spent in life's young day, In useless or in thoughtless play. Will cast a shade o'er future years, And cause you many sighs and tears. Baby Land. BIBY-LARD. BABY-LAND. How many miles to Baby-Land ? Any one can tell ; Up one flight, To your riglit — Please to ring the bell. "What can you see in Baby-Land ? Little folks in white, Downy heads, Cradle beds. Faces pure and bright. What do they do in Baby-Land ? Dream, and wake, and play, Laugh and crow. Shout and grow ; Jolly times have they. What do they say in Baby-Land ? Why, the oddest things ; Might as well Try to teU What a birdie sings. Who is the queen of Baby-Land? Mother, kind and sweet ; And her love. Born above, Guides the little feet. Geobge Coopek. OUR DARLING. See Frontispiece. She is fairer than the light, She is lovelier than the rose, More precious in my sight Than any flower that grows. Her voice is sweeter, far. Upon my listening ears. Than the song of morning star, Than the music of the spheres. She is worth her weight in gold. In rubies and in pearls, — She is only two years old. With a head of yellow curls. I^IART N. PRESCOTT. 219 220 BABY-LAND. ONLY A BABY SMALL. Smile — a tiny, flashing sunbeam. Hair of purest, fairest gold. Only a baby small, Hands and shoulders full of dimples, Dropped from the skies ; Little Winnie, eight months old. Only a laughing face, Two sunny eyes ; Making funny, cooing speeches Only two cherry lips. Nobody can understand — One chubby nose ; Such a quaint and pretty language. Only two little hands Only spoke in Baby-Land. Ten little toes. Should I sing all day about her. All her sweetness were not told : Only a golden head, She's a bud, a bird, a fairy. Curly and soft ; Little Winnie, eight months old. Only a tongue that wags Loudly and oft ; Only a little brain. ANOTHER LITTLE WAVE. Empty of thought ; Only a little heart. Another little wave Troubled with nought. Upon the sea of life ; Another soul to save Only a tender flower Amid its toil and strife. Sent us to rear ; Only a life to love Two more little feet While we are here ; To walk the dusty road ; Only a baby small. To choose where two paths meet — Never at rest ; The narrow and the broad. Small, but how dear to us, God knoweth best, Matthias Bake. Two more little hands To work for good or ill ; Two more little eyes, WINNIE. Another little will. Bless me ! here's another baby, Another heart to love, Eeceiving love again ; Just as cunning as can be. Eyes as blue as bonnie blue-bells, And so the baby came, A thing of joy and pain. Breath as sweet as rosemary. Lucy Evelina Ackekman. CHOOSING A NAME. 221 CHOOSING A NAME. NAMING THE BABY. I have got a new-born sister ; What shall we name the darling. I was nigh the first that kissed her. Who came to us one day ? When the nursing- woman brought her Shall we call her our little Mary, To papa, his infant daughter, Estelle, or Ida, or May ? How papa's dear eyes did ghsten ! She will shortly be to christen ; Mabel, or Saxon Edith, And papa has made the offer. Or Margaret, fairest pearl ? I shall have the naming of her. Will IsabeUe, taU and stately. Be fitting our little girl ? Now I wonder what would please her ; Charlotte, Julia, or Louisa ? Shall we call her gentle Alice, Ann and Mary, they're too common. Or Madge, for her dark brown hair ? Joan's too formal for a woman ; Is she like a Rose just opening, Jane's a prettier name beside ; Or a Lily pure and fair ? But we had a Jane that died. They would say, if 'twas Rebecca Shall we name her Helen, or Laura, That she was a little Quaker. Sweet Hope, or darling Grace ? Will Belle, Louise, or Anna Edith's pretty, but that looks Match best with the baby's face ? Better in old English books ; Ellen's left off long ago ; Lottie, or Hattie, or Jennie, Blanche is out of fashion now. Winnie, or romping Kate, None that I have named as yet Josephine, proud and stately. Are so good as Margaret ; Or Bertha, grave and sedate ? Emily is neat and fine ; What do you think of Caroline ? No name that just fits you, dearie. Then what shall the little one do ? How I'm puzzled and perplexed Must she wander, forlorn and name- W^hat to choose or think of next ! less. I am in a little fever The years of her life all through ? Lest the name that I should give her Should disgrace her or defame her — We will call you all sweet names, dar- I will leave papa to name her. ling, Maby Lamb. That are found in household lore ; 222 BABY-LAND. Should they be too small a number, We will study to make them more. We will call you our brown Snow- birdie, Fairy, and Daisy, and Elf, Darling, and Dottie, and Dimple, Names fitting your own sweet self. Some morn or propitious even' Shall bring you a name to bear ; Some name with a musical cadence Shall our little baby wear. Mes. E. C. Bates. OLD GAELIC LULLABY. Hush ! the waves are rolling in. White with foam, white with foam ; Father toils amid the din ; But baby sleeps at home. Hush ! the winds roar hoarse and deep — On they come, on they come ! Brother seeks the wandering sheep ; But baby sleeps at home. Hush ! the rain sweeps o'er the knowes, Where they roam, where they roam ; Sister goes to seek the cows ; But baby sleeps at home. CRADLE SONG. Sleep, bab}^ sleep ! Thy father's watching the sheep, Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree. And down drops a little dream for thee. Sleep, baby, sleep ! Sleep, baby, sleep ! The large stars are the sheep. The little stars are the lambs, I guess. The bright moon is the shepherdess. Sleep, baby, sleep ! Sleep, baby, sleep ! And cry not like a sheep, Else the sheep -dog will bark and whine. And bite this naughty child of mine. Sleep, baby, sleep ! Sleep, baby, sleep ! Thy Saviour loves His sheep ; He is the Lamb of God on high Who, for our sakes, came down to die. Sleep, baby, sleep ! Sleep, baby, sleep ! Away to tend the sheep. Away, thou sheep-dog fierce and wild, And do not harm my sleeping child ! Sleep, baby, sleep ! Elizabeth Prentiss. SLEEP, BABT, SLKEP! 223 224 BABY-IvAND. WEIGHING THE BABY. "How many pounds does the baby weigh — Baby who came but a month ago ? How many pounds, from the crowning curl To the rosy point of the restless toe ? Grandfather ties the 'kerchief's knot, Tenderly guides the swinging weight, And carefully over his glasses peers To read the record, " Only eight." Softly the echo goes around ; The father laughs at the tiny girl. The fair young mother sings the words. While grandmother smooths the golden curl, And stooping above the precious thing, Nestles a kiss within a prayer. Murmuring softly, " Little one. Grandfather did not weigh you fair." Nobody weighed the baby's smile. Or the love that came with the help- less one ; Nobody weighed the threads of care From which a woman's life is spun. No index tells the mighty worth Of little Baby's quiet breath, A soft, unceasing metronome, Patient and faithful unto death. Nobody weighed the baby's soul, For here on earth no weight may be That could avail ; God only knows Its value in eternity. Only eight pounds to hold a soul That seeks no angel's silver wing. But shines beneath this human guise. Within so small and frail a thing ! mother, laugh your merry note ; Be gay and glad, but don't forget NO BABY IN THE HOUSE. 22 From baby eyes looks out a soul That claims a home in Eden yet. Ethel Lynn Beeks. NO BABY IN THE HOUSE. No baby in the house I know, 'Tis far too nice and clean. No toys, by careless fingers strewn, Upon the floors are seen. No finger-marks are on the panes, No scratches on the chairs ; No wooden men set up in rows. Or marshalled off in pairs ; No little stockings to be darned. All ragged at the toes ; No pile of mending to be done, Made up of baby-clothes ; No little troubles to be soothed ; No little hands to fold ; No grimy fingers to be washed ; No stories to be told ; No tender kisses to be given ; No nicknames — " Dove," and "Mouse;" No merry frolics after tea — No baby in the house ! Clara G. Dollivee. BABY BROTHER. Eight into our house one day, A dear little angel came ; I ran to him, and said softl}^ " Little angel, what is your name ? " He said not a word in answer. But smiled a beautiful smile. Then I said, "May I go home with you ? Shall you go in a little while ? " 1 '^V|''-'| ■•■•.-. L^- -^ if !•' ' 1 Hi 1 11^^^^^ ^^mm mlm fi 1 ' Hi ilii 1 iiilli^ ^^^s ■ ill 11 •ii ■ ^^, -^•^^^li?^'^^ I ^ ^■^ _ " ^ -^^ 'Sf'v ■ ■ ■ 1 ■■■ '■■■ '"~f*^ ^n^T^^^ - - ' ■ ■ ■ — ■ ^^^ ^^BS ' ' ^^^^^^^H ^^^^^^^^^Utc^^^^^ ^^^^1 ■ ■ ■ 1 ^^^H ^^s But mamma said, "Dear little angel. Don't leave us ! Oh, always stay ! We will all of us love you dearly ! Sweet angel ! Oh, don't go away ! " So he staid, and he staid, and we loved him. As we could not have loved another, 226 BABY-LAND. Do you want to know what liis name is ? His name is — My little brother. THE KING OF THE NURSERY. Who is the king of the nursery ? Why, our darling baby boy. And every one tires to bring him Blessings of mirth and joy. Rowland and May are his subjects, Who are always ready to bring Homage and smiles and good service To the darling baby-king. They will gather the toys he has scattered. And bring them again to his hand ; And never think of withholding What the baby-king may demand. THE BABY'S REVERY. An exquisite little maiden With a head like a golden flower. She soberly stood at the window In the still, white twilight hour. "And what are you thinking, sweet- heart?" She was such a little child She could not answer the question ; She only dimpled and smiled. But I wondered, as she frolicked. Her mystic revery o'er, Was she a rose-shade less a child Than she had been before ? Yv^as she pausing, as a rosebud Seems pausing while it grows ? Had I caught the blooming minute Of a little human rose ? MAKT E. WlLKINS. THE BABY. Where did you come from, baby dear ? Out of the everywhere into the here. Where did you get your eyes so blue ? Out of the sky, as I came through. What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Some of the starry spikes left in. Where did you get that little tear ? I found it waiting when I got here. What makes your forehead so smooth and high ? A soft hand stroked it as I went by. What makes your cheek like a warm, white rose ? Something better than any one knows. Whence that three-cornered smile of bhss ? Three angels gave me at once a kiss. Where did you get that pearly ear ? God spoke, and it came out to hear. THE KINf; OF 7HK NUHSKl.Y. 228 BABY-LAND. Where did \'ou get those arms and hands ? Love made itself into hooks and bands. Feet, whence did you come, darhng things ? From the same box as the cherub's wings. How did they all just come to be jou ? God thought about me, and so I grew. But how did you come to us, you dear '? God thought of yoK, and so I am here. Geokge MacDonald. LULU'S COMPLAINT. I'se a poor 'ittle sorrowful baby. For Bidget is 'way down stairs ; My titten has scatched my tin'er, And Dolly won't say her p'ayers. I hain't seen my bootiful mamma Since ever so long ado ; An' I ain't her tunninest baby No londer, for Bidget says so. Mamma's dot anoder new hahy; Dod dived it — he did — yes'erday ; And it kies, it kies — oh, so defful ! I wis' He would tate it away. I don't want no "sweet 'ittle sister;' I want my dood mamma, I do ; I want her to tiss me, and tiss me, An' tall me her p'ecious Lulu. I dess my dear papa will bin' me A 'ittle dood titten some day ; we've got a baby. 229 Here's nurse wid my mamma's new baby ; I wis' sbe would tate it away. Oh, oh ! what tunnin' red fin'ers ! It sees me 'ite out of its eyes ; I dess we will tcep it, and dive it Some can'y whenever it kies. I dess I will dive it my dolly To play wid 'mos' every day ; And I dess, I dess — Say, Bidget, Ask Dod not to tate it away. WE'VE GOT A BABY. We've got a baby ! I should like you to come Just to see the baby that we have at liome : Oh, it is such a baby ! with the bluest little eyes ! And its mouth ! you should only see its mouth when it cries ! Then it has such a hand ! — like mine, only smaller ; And it cannot walk yet, and our Pon- to is taller ! It has the queerest little feet, with the funniest little toes. And something which papa declares will grow into a nose. I saw it this morning — how it sucked its little thumb ! Oh, it is such a baby ! — now do, Charlie, come. Mother says you may see it, if you will not make a noise ; Just wait till nurse has gone down stairs; you know she hates us boys. Did you ever have a baby '? we have had ours a week ; Nurse says it soon will talk, but I never heard it speak. And what is strange, they let it cry and scream just when it pleases, And the more it cries, it seems to me the less mamma it teases. I know they make me creep about as quiet as a mouse : I tell you what, it's something — a baby in the house ! In ma's own room I scarcely dare to run across the floor, It's " Do be still, " or " Harry, hush, " or else, " Do shut the door. " I don't like nurse — she's always there, and says," Now, Harry, go, " Because I want to kiss mamma ; but I should like to know If she is not as much my ma, now, as a month ago ! She lets the baby have its way — blesses its little eyes — Coaxes and pets it all the more, the more it screams and cries. 230 BABY-LA XD. But it is just reversed with me ! I know For nurse looks at footmarks with a if I sliould take frown as black as thunder. Such airs on me as baby does the moment it's awake, And mutters to herself, "^\liat are mats for, I wonder ? " I should be sure to find myself in Now you must not make a noise — bed an hour too soon, please, Charlie, don't forget. Or have my hobby-horse locked up Papa can let us in — I am his boy yet. and kept an afternoon. Elizabeth W. Townsend. You have a brother ? What of that ? wait till you have a sister ! SLEEP, BABY MINE. I wish you had been at our house the first time that I kissed her ! Sleep, little baby of mine, Such a w^arm little mouth ! standing Night and the darkness are near ; wide open so. A boy's no great things — I'm one — I But Jesus looks down Through the shadows that frown, ought to knoAV ! And baby has nothing to fear. I'm glad she's a girl — I know all my Shut, little sleepy blue eyes, toys Dear little head be at rest ; Would last as long again but for Jesus, like you, rough little boys ! Was a baby once, too. But it's well you have one, since you And slept on His own mother's can't have the other. breast. Though I would not change my sister Sleep, little baby of mine. for any little brother. Soft on your pillow so white ; Perhaps a boy-baby is better than no Jesus is here baby at all. To watch over you, dear. But our baby's a girl. Did j^ou hear And nothing can harm you to-night. father call ? ! little darling of mine, There he is, over yonder — just cross- What can you know of the bliss, ing the street ; The comfort I keep. We can go up-stairs with him. Oh, Awake and asleep, Charlie, wipe your feet ! Because I am certain of this? SWEET AND EOW, 2.^,1 SWEET AND LOW. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the Western Sea, Low, low, breathe and blow. Wind of the Western Sea ! Over the. rolling waters go ; Come from the dying moon and blow. Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast. Father w'ill come to thee soon ; Father will come to his bed in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon ; Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Alfeed Tennyson. 232 BABY-LAND CRADLE SONG. What is the httle one thinking about ? Very wonderful things, no doubt ; Unwritten history ! Unfathomed mystery ! Yet he laughs and cries, and eats, and drinks, And chuckles, and crows, and nods, and winks, As if his head were as full of kinks And curious riddles as any sphinx ! Warped by colic, and wet by tears. Punctured by pins, and tortured by fears. Our little nephew will lose two years ; And he'll never knew Where the summers go ; He need not laugh, for he'll find it so. Who can tell what a baby thinks ? Who can follow the gossamer links By which the manikin feels his way Out from the shore of the great unknown. Blind, and wailing, and alone Into the light of day '? Out from the shore of the unknown sea. Tossing in pitiful agony ; Of the unknown sea that reels and rolls, Specked with the barks of little souls — Barks that were launched on the other side, And slipped from heaven on an ebbing tide ! What does he think of his mother's eyes ? What does he think of his mother's hair ? What of the cradle-roof that Hies Forward and backward through the air? What does he tliink of his mother's breast. Bare and beautiful, smooth and white, Seeking it ever with fresh delight. Cup of his life, and couch of his rest '? What does he think when her quick embrace Presses his hand and buries his face Deep where the heart-throbs sink and swell. With a tenderness she can never tell, Though &he murmur the words Of ah the birds- Words she has learned to murnuir well ? Now he thinks he'll go to sleep ! I can see the shadow creep Over his eyes in soft eclipse, Over his brow and over his lips, Out to his little finger-tips ! Softly sinking, down he goes Down he goes ! down he goes ! See ! he's hushed in sweet repose. JosiAH Gilbert Holland. PHILLIP, MY KING. 233 PHILIP, MY KING. "Who bears upon liis baby brow the round And top of sovereignty." Look at me with thy large brown eyes, Phihp, my kmg ! Pound whom the enshadowing purple lies Of babyhood's royal dignities : Lay on my neck thy tiny hand, With Love's invisible sceptre laden ; I am thine Esther to command Till thou shalt find' a queen-hand- maiden, Philip,, my king ! Oh, the day when thou goest a-woo- ing, Phihp, my king! When those beautiful lips 'gin suing, And, some gentle heart's bars undo- ing, Thou dost enter, love-crowned, and there Sittest, love glorified ! — Pule kindly, 234 BABV-LAXD. Tenderly, over thy kingdom fair ; For we that love, ah ! we love so blindly, Philip, my king ! Up from thy sweet mouth up to thy brow, Philip, my king ! The spirit that there lies sleeping now May rise like a giant, and make men bow As to one heaven-choosen amongst his peers. My Saul, than thy brethren taller and fairer Let me behold thee in future years ! Yet thy head needeth a circlet rarer, Philip, my king — A wreath not of gold, but palm. One day, Philip, my king ! Thou, too, must tread, as we trod, a way Thorny, and cruel, and cold, and gi-ey ; Piebels w'ithin thee and foes without Will snatch at thy crown. But march on, glorious, Martyr, yet monarch ! till angels shout, As thou sitt'st at the feet of God victorious, "Philip, the king!" Dinah Maria Mulock Craik. BABY IS GOING TO BYLO-TOWN. Baby is going to Bylo-land Guided by mamma's own loving hand ; He needs no money his fare to pay. For babies go free to Nod-awa3\ Cuddle down, darling, cuddle down, We're going to Bylo-town. Mamma is holding him snug and warm, Piesting his little head on her arm ; Dimpled white hands still grasping his toy, Now fold them to rest, my baby boy. Piock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, gently and slow While mamma sings to him soft and low; Dainty white eyelids begin to droop down Over the laughing eyes, bonny and brown. Cuddle down, darling, cuddle down, We're going to Bylo-town. Lower they droop, and at last they close. Just like the soft petals of a rose ; Hushed now and quiet, the face so fair. No trace of sorrow or sin is there. Now he shall go to his little bed, Over him gently the soft cover spread ; Cosy and warm in his downy nest, Sweet be his dreams and quiet his rest. BABY'S COMPLAINT. '6:) Cuddle down, darling, cuddle down, We're going to Bylo-town. Father in Heaven, so loving and mild, I pray tliee, look down on my little child ; Bless him, and keep him from evil free. Till at last thou slialt say, "Come home to me." Claka Smith Colton. BABY'S COMPLAINT. Oh, mother, dear mother, no wonder I cry ! More wonder hy far that your baby don't die. No matter what ails me, no matter who's here, No matter how hungry the " poor little dear," No matter if full or all out of breath, She trots me, and trots me, and trots me to death ! I love my dear nurse, but I dread that great knee ; I like all her talk, but, woe unto me ! She can't be contented with talking so pretty, And washing, and dressing, and doing her duty ; And that's very well ; I can bear soap and water, But, mother, she is an unmerciful trotter ! Pretty ladies, I do want to look at your faces ; Pretty cap ! pretty fire ! let me see how it blazes ; How can I, my head is going bibity- bob? And she trots me the harder, the harder I sob. Oh, mother, do stop her ; I'm inwardly sore ! I hiccough and cry, and she trots me the more. And talks about wind, when 'tis she makes me ache ; Wish 'twould blow her away for poor Baby's sake ! Thank goodness, I'm still ! Oh blessed be quiet ! I'm glad my dear mother is willing to try it. Of foolish old customs, my mother's no lover. And the wisdom of this she can never discover. I'll rest me a while, and just look about, And laugh up at Sally, who peeps in and out. And pick uj) some notions as soon as I can. To fill my small noddle before I'm a man. Oh, dear ! is that she ? Is she coming so soon? 236 BABY-LAND. She's bringing my dinner with tea-cup and spoon ; She'll hold me with one hand, in t'other the cup, And, as fast as it's down, she'll just shake it up. And thumpity-thump ! with the great- est delight, Her head is going from morning to night ; All over the house you may hear it, I'm sure, Trot ! Trotting ! Just think what I am to endure ! L. J. H. 'TIS NIGHT. 'Tis night on the mountain, 'Tis night on the sea. Mild dewdrops are kissing The bloom-covered lea ; Like plumes gently waving, The soft zephyrs creep ; The birds are all dreaming, Then sleep, darling, sleep. 'Tis night on the mountain, 'Tis night on the sea. Away in the distance. The stars twinkle free ; O'er all of His creatures. His watch He will keep. Who guardeth the sparrows — Then sleep, darling, sleep. Mary M. Bowen. HUSH-A-BY BABY. Hush-a-by, baby, the bees in the clover — The red, red clover — have fallen asleep. Swaying and swinging, now under, now over, In the red, red clover, So sweet and so deep. Hush-a-by, baby, the cows from the ♦ meadows — The green, green meadows — are loiter- ing home ; Their bells tinkle softly as through dew and shadows, From the green, green meadows, The}' loitering come. Hush-a-by, baby, the birds and the flowers — The sweet, sweet flowers — have fallen asleep ; They sway and they swing through the soft, dewy hours, The sweet, sweet flowers. In meadows so deep. Hush-a-by, baby, 'tis time you were sleeping. So sweet, sweetly sleeping in dream- land afar ; Low over the meadows the night mists are creeping, 'Tis time you were sleeping. My baby, my star ! J. K. LUDLUM. LITTLE GOO-GOO. 237 LITTLE GOO-GOO. Is " Goo-goo-goo ! " with his baby might. We have in our house a brave little chap, " Dear little pitkin ! what is your Who loves to be in his dear mamma's name ? " lap ; But all the answer I get is the same. He is laughing and singing the whole " Oh ! what a name for a boy like day long, you ! " And " Goo-goo-goo ! " is all of his And he giggles and shouts his sweet song. " Goo-goo ! " In his nice little cradle-bed he He crows "Goo-goo!" before it is lies, light, Staring about with great, bright eyes ; And sings " Goo-goo ! " in the dead of " Baby, dear ! what are you singing the night ; about ? " It is " Goo-goo-goo ! " the whole day But " Goo-goo-goo " is all I make long. out. And J think" Goo-goo ! "is a beautiful song. He shakes his fists, and kicks his feet, Because he is waiting for something The little birdies say " Cheep ! cheep ! " to eat ; " Ba ! Ba ! Ba ! " says the baby-sheep ; And then speaks up, very loud and strong, And his " Goo-goo " means " I can't wait long. " I catch up the darling and throw him high. And he reaches his hands to touch the sky; But all that he says, to show his delight, But the sweetest song, I think — don't you ?— Is our little darling's " Goo-goo-goo ! " Oh, how precious is little Goo-goo ! And, oh, how we love him, little Goo-goo ! I pray that angels will guard him — don't you ? And Father in Heaven bless little Goo-goo ! Scott Campbell. 238 BABY-LAXD. OUR REAL RULER. This a free country ? Well, may be, So long as you haven't A baby. Young or old, tho' golden Or gray be Our heads, we're all ruled by A baby. Fond and foolish the words that We say be When we bow to that tyrant. The baby. The wise man's a fool and A gaby And a hobby-horse for his Own baby. But, of light in our homes, where' d A ray be Without the bright cherub, The baby? Then hallowed and blest let The day be That brought that dear despot. The baby ! BABY BELL. Have you not heard the poets tell How came the dainty Baby Bell Into this world of ours ? The Gates of Heaven were left ajar; With folded hands and dreamy eyes. Wandering out of Paradise, She saw this planet, like a star. Hung in the glistening depths of even,- Its bridges, running to and fro. O'er which the white-winged angels go. Bearing the holy dead to heaven. She touched a bridge of flowers, — those feet. So light they did not bend the bells Of the celestial asphodels. They fell like the dews upon the flowers : Then all the air grew strangely sweet ! And thus came dainty Baby Bell ! Into this Avorld of ours. She came, and brought delicious May. The swallows built beneath the eaves ; Like sunlight, in and out the leaves The robins went the livelong day ; The lily swung its noiseless bell ; And o'er the porch the trembling vine Seem'd bursting with its veins of wine. How sweetly, softly, twilight fell ! Oh, earth was full of singing birds And opening spring-tide flowers. When the dainty Baby Bell Came to this world of ours. Oh, Baby, dainty Baby Bell, How fair she grew from day to day ! What woman-nature fill'd her eyes, So full of meaning, pure and l)right As if she stood in the light Of those oped gates of Paradise. And so we loved her more and more : BABY EELL. 240 BABY-LAND. All, never in our hearts before Was love so lovely born ; We felt we had a link between This world and that unseen — The land beyond the morn ; And for the love of those dear eyes, The love of her whom God led forth, (The mother's being ceased on earth When Baby came from Paradise), — For love of Him who smote our lives, And woke the chords of joy and pain, We said, Dear Christ \ — our hearts bent down Like violets after rain. And now the orchards, which were white And red with blossoms when she came. Were rich in autumn's mellow prime ; And cluster'd apples burnt like flame. The soft-cheek'd peaches blush'd and fell, The ivory chestnut burst its shell, The grapes hung purpling in the grange ; And time wrought just as rich a change In little Baby Bell. Her lissome form more perfect grew. And in her features we could trace In soften'd curves, her mother's face. Her angel-nature ripen'd, too : We thought her lovely when she came. But she was holy, saintly now : — Around her pale, angelic brow We saw a slender ring of flame ! God's hand had taken away the seal That held the portals of her speech ; And oft she said a few strange words Wliose meaning lay beyond our reach. She never was a child to us, We never held her being's key ; We could not teach her holy things ; She was Christ's self in purity. It came upon us by degrees. We saw its shadow ere it fell, — The knowledge that our God had sent His messenger for Baby Bell. We shuddered with unlanguaged pain, And all our hopes were changed to fears, And all our thoughts ran into tears Like simshine into rain. We cried aloud in our belief, " Oh, smite us gently, gently, God ! Teach us to bend and kiss the rod. And perfect grow through grief. " Ah, how we love her, God can tell ; Her heart was folded deep in ours. Our hearts are broken, Bahj Bell ! At last he came, the messenger, The messenger from unseen lands : And what did dainty Baby Bell '? She only cross'd her little hands, She only looked more meek and fair ! AVe parted back her silken hair, We wove the roses round her brow, — Wlnte buds, the summer's drifted snow, — Wrapt her from head to foot in tiowers ! And thus went dainty Baby Bell Out of this world of ours ! Thomas Baily Aldkich. LULLABY 241 LULLABY. A song for the baby, sweet little Bo- peep ; Come, wee Willie Winkie, and sing him to sleep. Come toss her high up, and trot her low down ; This is the road to Brinklepeeptown. Come, press down her eyelids, and sing in her ear The wonderful songs that in Dream- land we hear, The chime of the waters, the drone of the bees, The tales that the blossoms are tell- ing the breeze. For, spite of her crowing and cooing, I see The baby is sleepy as sleepy can be. Down flutter the eyelids — dear little Bopeep, Now whist ! Willie Winkie, she's gone fast asleep. Shirley Dake. BABY MAY. Cheeks as soft as July peaches ; Lips whose velvet scarlet teaches Poppies paleness ; round, large eyes Ever great w^ith new surprise ; Minutes filled with shadeless glad- ness; Minutes just as brimmed with sad- ness ; Happy smiles and wailing cries. Crows and laughs and tearful eyes, Lights and shadows, swifter born Than on wind-swept autumn corn ; Ever some new tiny notion, Making every limb all motion. Catching up of legs and arms. Throwing back and small alarms, Clutching fingers — straightening jerks, Twining feet whose each toe works, Kicking up and straining risings, IMother's ever new surprisings ; Hands all wants, and looks all won- der At all things the heavens under ; Tiny scorns of smiled reprovings That have more of love than lovings ; Mischiefs done with such a winning Archness that we prize such sinning ; Breakings dire of plates and glasses, Graspings small at all that passes ; Pullings off of all that's able To 1)6 caught from tray or table ; Silence — small meditations Deep as thoughts of cares for na- tions — Breaking into wisest speeches In a tongue that nothing teaches. All the thoughts of whose possessing Must be wooed to light by guess- ing ; Slumbers — such sweet angel — seem- ings 242 BABY-LAND. tfW That we'd ever have such dreamings, Till from sleep we see thee breaking, And we'd always have thee waking ; Wealth for which we know no measure, Pleasure high above all pleasure, Gladness brimming over gladness, Joy in care — delight in sadness. Loveliness beyond completeness, Sweetness distancing all sweetness. Beauty all that beauty be, That's May Bennett ; that's my baby. William C. Bennett. BABY FINGERS. Ten little fat fingers so rosy and sweet ! Ten fat little fingers so taper and neat ; Eagerly reaching for all that comes near, LITTLE Dora's soliloquy. 243 Now poking your eyes out, and pulling your hair, Soothing and patting with velvet-like touch, Then digging your cheek with a mis- chievous clutch; Gently waving good-by with infantile grace, Then dragging your bonnet down over your face. Beating pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, slow and sedate, Thentearingyour book at a furiousrate ; Gravely holding them out, like a king to be kissed. Then thumping the window with tightly-closed fist ; Now lying asleep, all dimpled and warm. On the white cradled pillow, secure from all harm. 0, dear baby hands ! how much love you enfold In the weak, careless sleep of those fingers' soft hold ! Keep spotless as now, tlu'ough the world's evil ways And bless with fond care our last weariful days ! Mrs. Bichakd Grant Whitk. OURS. Bright in the early morning His brown eyes open wide, And there's never a wink more slumber To be thought of at his side, LITTLE DORA'S SOLILOQUY. I tan't see what our baby boy is dood for anjrway ; He don't know how to walk or talk, he don't know how to play ; He tears up ev'ry single zing he pos- ser-bil-ly tan. An' even tried to break, one day, my mamma's bestes fan. He's al'ays tumblin' 'bout ze floor, an' gives us a\\^ul scares. An' when he goes to bed at night, he never says his prayers. On Sunday, too, he musses up my go-to-meetin' clothes. An' once I foun' him hard at work a-pinc'in' Dolly's nose ; An' ze ozzer day zat naughty boy (now what you s'pose j^ou zink ?) Upset a dreat big bottle of my papa's writin' ink ; An' 'stead of kyin' dood an' hard, as course he ought to done. He laughed, and kicked his head 'most off, as zough he zought 't was fun. He even tries to reach up high, an' pull zings off ze shelf, An' he's al'ays wantin' ijoii, of course, jus' when you wants you'self. I rather dess, I really do, from how he pulls my turls, 244 A MOTHER'S DIARY. Zey all was made a-purpose for to 'noy us little diiis ; An' I wish zere wasn't no such zing as naughty baby boys Why — why, zat's him a-kyin' now; he makes a drefful noise. I dess I better run and see, for if he has — boo-hoo ! — Failed down ze stairs and killed his- self, whateverss-s'all I do ! A MOTHER'S DIARY. Morning ! Baby on the floor, Making for the fender ; Sunhght seems to make it sneeze ; Baby on a " bender ! " All the spools upset and gone, Chairs drawn into file, Harness strings all strung across, Ought to make one smile. BABV CLARA. 545 Apron clean, curls smooth, eyes blue ; (How these charms will dv/indle !) For I rather think — don't you — Baby " is a swindle ? " Noon ! A tangled silken floss Getting in blue eyes ; Aprons never will keep clean If a baby tries ! One blue shoe untied, and one Underneath the table ; Chairs gone mad, and blocks and toys Well as they are able. Baby in a high-chair, too, Waiting for his dinner. Spoon in mouth ; I think — don't you — Baby "is a sinner?" Night ! Chairs all set back again, Blocks and spools in order ; One blue shoe beneath a mat Tells of a marauder ; Apron folded on a chair, Plaid dress torn and wrinkled ; Two pink feet kicked partly bare, Little fat knees crinkled ; In his crib, and conquered, too, By sleej), heaven's best evangel. Now I surely think — don't you — "Baby is an angel?" BABY CLARA. Baby Clara, dressed so warm. What cares she for wind and storm ? Sleigh-bells jingling as we go Skimming o'er the ice and snow. Baby Clara laughs in glee. As we glide so merrily. Jolly fun, she thinks, to ride, With her brother by her side. Baby Clara, sister mine. Whose soft arms my neck entwine. On my cheeks so lovingly Sweetest kisses gives to me. Rosy lips and golden hair. Dark blue eyes, and cheeks so fair ; To us all her smile brings bliss, Darling Clara, baby sis. 246 BABY-LAND. IF I COULD KEEP HER SO. Blue eyes asking questions, lips that -r . vixi 1 1 T^ • I cannot speak, Just a little baby, lying m my arms — „-,■,■, -,■ -, Would that I couW keep you with ' KoUy-poUy shoulders, dimple on your your baby charms ; ^^^®^ ' , , , TT 1 1 T • n A^^, , Dainty little blossom in a world 01 Helpless, clinging fingers, downy, -l^'^^^^j' golden hair, ' ^°^' Where the sunshine lingers, caught from otherwhere ; Thus I fain would keep you, for I love you so. IK I COULD KEEP HER SO. 247 Roguish little damsel, scarcely six years old — Feet that never weary, hair of deeper gold; Restless, busy fingers, all the time at Tongue that never ceases talking all the day; Blue eyes learning wonders of the world about. Here you come to tell them — what an eager shout ! Winsome little damsel, all the neigh- bors know ; Thus I long to keep you, for I love you so. Sober little school-girl, with your bag of ])ooks. And such grave importance in your puzzled looks ; Solving weary problems, poring over sums, Yet with tooth for sponge-cake, and for sugar-plums ; Reading books of romance in your bed at night, Waking up to study with the morning light; Anxious as to ribbons, deft to tie a bow. Full of contradictions — I would keep you so. Sweet and thoughtful maiden, sitting by my side. All the world's before you, and the world is wide ; Hearts are there for winning, hearts are there to break, Has your own, shy maiden, just begun to wake ? Is that rose of dawning glowing on your cheek Telling us in blushes what you will not speak? Shy and tender maiden, I would fain forego All the golden future, just to keep you so. Ah ! the listening angels saw that she was fair, Ripe for rare unfolding in the upper air ; Now the rose of dawning turns to lily white, And the close-shut eyelids veil the eyes from sight ; All the past I summon as I kiss her brow — Babe and child and maiden, all are with me now. Oh ! my heart is breaking ; but God's love I know — Safe among the angels. He will keep her so. Louise Chandler Moulton, 248 BABY-LAND. BABY LOUISE. I'm in love with you, Baby Louise ! With your silken hair, and soft blue eyes, And the dreamy wisdom that in them lies, Are you trying to think of some angel- taught prayer You learned above. Baby Louise ? I'm in love with you, Baby Louise ! Why ! you never raise your beautiful head ! And the faint, sweet smile you brought from the skies — God's sunshine. Baby Louise. When you fold your hands. Baby Louise, Your hands, like a fairy's, so tiny and fair, With a pretty, innocent, saint-like air, Some day, little one, your cheek will grow red With a flush of delight, to hear the words said, "I love you," Baby Louise. Do you hear me. Baby Louise ? I have sung your praises for nearly an hour, baby's skies. 249 And your lashes keep drooping lower and lower, And — 3'ou've gone to sleep, like a weary flower, Ungrateful Baby Louise ! M. E. BABY'S SKIES. A Word to Mother. Would you know the baby's skies ? Baby's skies are Mother's eyes. Mother's eyes and smile together Make the baby's pleasant weather. Mother, keep your eyes from tears. Keep your heart from foolish fears, Keep your lips from dull complain- ing Lest the baby think 't is raining. ALL ALONE. Two pink feet, Wee chubby toes, A mouth as sweet As any rose. Fat, dimpled cheek, Twin eyes of gray, That seem to speak In helpless way. Without the power To tell its need Which every hour True love must heed ; 'Mid smiles and tears, And many a mood — So pass the days Of babyhood. JUST AS FAT. Just as fat Is my little man. Who eats and sleeps And does all that. With dimpled chin And cheeks like bubbles. He knows no care, And has no troubles. Yes, he's fat. Is my little man, Who wdnks and blinks And does all that. With double chin And cheeks like bubbles, He's far too fat For baby troubles. Just as fat ! How pretty liis cheeks ! So jolly plump. And pink at that. Tickle his chin And touch those bubbles, And you'll see why He has no troubles. Wm. B. Olesov. 250 BABY-LAND. THE BABY. No shoe to hide her tiny toes, No stockings on lier feet ; Her supple ankles white as snow Of early blossoms sweet. Her simple dress of sprinkled pink, Her double, dimpled chin ; Her -puckered lip and bonnie mouth, With not one tooth between. Her eye so like her mother's eye, Two gentle, liquid things ; Her face is like an angel's face — We're glad she has no wings. Hugh Millek. BABY'S SHOES. !, those little, those little blue shoes ! Those shoes that no little feet use. !, the price were high That those shoes would buy, Those little blue, unused shoes ! For they hold the small shape of feet That no more their mother's eyes meet, That, by God's good will. Years since, grew still. And ceased from their totter so sweet. And !, since that baby slept, So hushed, how the mother has kept, With a tearful i)leasure. That little dear treasure, And o'er them thought and wept ! mother's kisses. 251 For they mind her forevermore Of a patter along the floor ; And blue eyes she sees Look up from her knees With the look that in life they wore. As they lie before her there, There babbles from chair to chair A little sweet face That's a gleam in the place, With its little gold curls of hair. Then, wonder not that her heart From all else would rather part Than those tiny blue shoes That no little feet use, And whose sight makes such fond tears start! William C. Bennett. MOTHER'S KISSES, Kisses for the lovely dimples, Two wee lily-cups are they ; Kisses for the mouth so precious. Sweeter than the new-mown hay. Kisses for the eyes so merry, Violet's all dipped in dew ; Kisses for the pink- white fingers, Prettier the earth ne'er knew. Kisses for the head so silken, With its little bird-like ways ; Kisses for the braw so snowy. Where a shadow never strays. Kisses, — one wide world of kisses ! Could I have enough, dear, say, Though I kissed you, kissed you, kissed you, Yes, forever and a day? Geokge Cooper. ALL ABOARD FOR SHUT-EYE TOWN. Ho ! ho ! there, — all aboard for "Shut- Eye-Town ! " The brakes are all u^), the signals pulled down ; How silvery and soft the conductor's last note, 252 BABY-LAND. A.S over the ear the sweet syllables Friends witli caresses and sweet, lov- float: ing words ; Bye-lo, bye-loto " Shut-Ej-e-Town." Bye-lo, bye-lo to " Slmt-Eye-Town." Oh ! a wonderful city is "Shut-Eye- Oh ! never was city so sunny as this ; Towii." Be quick, or its pleasures you surely Then haste in your dainty white will miss, travelling gown ; And never, I know, was conductor so fair No baskets of luncheon or wraps will As the one who is waiting to usher us you need, there. For this train's going through with Bye-lo, bye-lo to "Shut-Eye-Town." lightning-like speed. Bye-lo ! bye-lo to "Shut-Eye-Town." MY NAUGHTY. Fairies and brownies are waiting us Oh dear ! oh dear ! what have we here ? there, Jewels and rainbows, and blossoms so A very ugly sight ! Mamma's own little baby boy rare. Kicking with all his might ! Soft summer breezes, and bright sing- In temper doll and bells and toys ing-birds, Are thrown to left and right. Baby Days AND Baby Plays. BABY DAYS and BABY BLAYS. iiAHVS HAY. BABY'S DAY. The reason I call it "Baby's Day" is funny enough to tell ; The first thing she did was give " syrup of squills" to Dolly to make her well ; 255 256 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. And then when I told her how wrong it was, she said, with a quivering sigh, " I'm sorry I made her so sticky, mamma, but I couldn't let dolly die." Then comforted wholly she went away, and was just as still as a mouse, And I thought to he sure I should find her at once in the nursery play- ing " house"; But, lo ! on the way as I started to look, a queer little piece I found, Just like a center of snowy lawn that the scissors had scalloped round. I cried " 0, baby ! what have you done ? You have been to some- body's drawer, And taken from out of the handker- chief pile the most beautiful one that you saw !" And then the dear little head went down pathetic as it could be. While she sobbed, " There was noth- ing for me to cut, and I thought I'd take two or three ! " It was only a little later on, that the water began to splash. And I jumped and found she was rubbing away on her sister's holi- day sash; But, catching a look of utter dismay, as she lifted her innocent eyes. She whispered, "Don't worry, I'll wash it all clean, and hang it up till it dries." But the funny mishaps of that won- derful day I could not begin to relate ; The boxes of buttons and pins she spilled, like a cherub pursued by fate! And still, all the while, the dear little dove was fluttering 'round her nest. And the only thing I really could do was to smooth out her wings on my breast. But the day drifted on till it came to an end, and the great moon rose in sight, And the dear soft lids o'er the dear soft eyes dropped tenderly their good night. And I thought, as I looked on her lying asleep, I was glad (for once in a way). That my beautiful child was human enough for a mischievous " Baby Day." MY LITTLE SISTER. I have a little sister. She's only two years old, But she's a little darling, And worth her weight in gold. PLAY TIME. ^0/ She often nms to kiss me When I'm at work or play, Twining her arms about me In such a pretty way ; And then she'll say so sweetly, In innocence and jo}', " Tell me a story, sister dear, About the little boy." Sometimes when I am knitting She'll pull my needles out, And then she'll skip and dance around With such a merry shout. It makes me laugh to see her, Though I'm not very glad To have her take my needles out. And make my work so bad ; But then if I would have her To see what she has done, I must be very gentle While telling her the wrong. PLAY TIME. The rain is falling fast to-day, So we must stay up here and play ; Mamma says we must not go out, She'll give us all our toys, no doubt, Our dollies will make one nice game ;'' We'll play they're ill, one shall be lame. And you shall be the doctor, Kate, And carefully shall operate. Then we will feed the fishes, dear. Or make us each a little spear. And play we're in the Northern Sea Harpooning whales. Do you agree ? ' C:M' /m •Johnnie can have his ball and string. To play with puss, the cunning thing. So we shall all be bright and ga}'. Though it is such a rainy da}'. THE PROPER TIME. "Will you play with me ? Will you play with me ?" A little girl said to the birds on a tree. "Oh, we have our nests to build," said they : "There's a time for work, and a time for play." Then meeting a dog, she cried, "Hal- loo ! Come play with me, Jip, and do as I do." ' 258 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. Said he, "I must watch the orchard to-day : There's a time for work, and a time for play." A boy she saw ; and to him she cried, "Come, phiy with me, Jolm, by the greenwood side." "Oh, no !" said John, "I've my lesson to say : There's a time for work, and a time for play." Then thoughtful a while stood the little miss, And said, "It is hard, on a day like this. To go to work ; but, from what they all say, 'Tis a time for work, and not for play." So homeward she went, and took her book, And first at the pictures began to look ; Then said, "I think I will study to-day : There's a time for work, and a time for play." Emily Cabtek. FATHER AT PLAY. Such fun as we had one rainy day, When father was home and helped us play And made a ship and hoisted sail. And crossed the sea in a fearful gale I But we hadn't sailed into London town. When the captain and crew, and ves- sel went down, Down, down in a jolly wreck, With the captain rolling under the deck. But he broke out again with a lion's roar. And we on two legs, he on four, Ean out of the parlor and up the stair. And freightened mamma and the baby there. So mamma said she would be p'lice- man now, And tried to 'rest us. She didn't know how. Then the lion laughed, and forgot to roar, Till we chased him out of the nursery door ; And then he turned to a pony-gay. And carried us all on his back away. Whippsty, lickity, kickity, ho ! If we hadn't fun, then I don't know. mamma's kisses. 259 Till we tumbled off, and lie cantered on, Never st()})pin!^ to see if his load was gone. And I couldn't tell any more than he Which was Charlie and which was me, Or which was Towser, for, all in a mix, You'd think three people had turned to six. Till Towser's tail had caught in the door ; He wouldn't hurrah with us any more ; And mamma came out the rumpus to quiet, And told us a story to break up the riot. Hannah More Johnson. MAMMA'S KISSES. A kiss when I awake in the morning, A kiss when I go to bed, A kiss when I bprn my fingers, A kiss when [ bump my head. A kiss when, my b-ith is over, A kiss when my bath begins ; My mamma is full of kisses, As full as nurse is of pins. A kiss when I play with a rattle, A kiss when I pull her hair ; MAMMA'S KISSES. 2 6o BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. She covered me over with kisses The day that I fell down stairs. A kiss when I give her trouhle, A kiss when I give her joy ; There's nothing like mamma's kisses To her own little baby-boy. ONE OF HIS NAMES. Never a boy had so many names ; They called him Jimmy, and Jim, and James, Jeems and Jamie ; and well he knew "Who it was that wanted him, too. The boys in the street ran after him. Shouting out loudly, "Jim ! Hey, J-i-m-m ! " Until the echoes, little and big, Ssemed to be dancing a Jim Crow jig. And little Mabel out in the hall "Jim-w?// Jim-m^.' " would sweetly call, Until he answered, and let her know Where she might find him ; she loved him so. Grandpapa, who was so dignified, And held his head with an air of pride. Didn't balieve in abridging names. And made the most that he could of "J-a-m-e-s." But if papa ever wanted him. Crisp and curt was the summons "Jim ! " That would make the boy on his er- rands run Much faster than if he had said " My son." Biddy O'Flynn could never, it seems. Call him anything else but "Jeems," And when the nurse, old Mrs. McVyse, Called him "Jamie," it sounded nice. But sweeter and dearer than all the rest, Was the one pet name that he liked the best; " Darling ! " - — he heard it whate'er he was at. For none but his mother called him that. Josephine Pollakd . VOYAGE IN THE ARM CHAIR. Oh, papa ! dear papa ! we've had such a fine game, We played at a sail on the sea ; The old arm-chair made such a beau- tiful ship. And it sailed, oh, as nice as could be. We made Mary the captain, and Bob was the boy Who cried, "JEase her," and "Back her," and "Slow;" And Jane was the steersman Avho stands at the wheel. And I watched the engines below. baby-boy's toys. 261 We had for a passenger grandmam- ma's cat, And as Tom couldn't pay, be went free ; From the hreside we sailed at half- past two o'clock, And we got to the sideboard at three. But oh ! only think, dear papa, when halfway Tom overboard jumped to the floor, And though we cried out, "Tom, come back, don't be drowned," He galloped right out of the door. But papa, dear papa, listen one mo- ment more, Till I tell you the end of the sail : From the sideboard we went at live minutes past three, And at four o'clock saw such a whale ! The whale was the sofa, j;nd it, dear papa, Is at least twice as large as our ship ; Our captain called out, "Turn the ship round about ! Oh, I wish we had not come on this trip !" And we all cried, "Oh yes, let us get away home. And hide in some corner quite snug ;" So we sailed for the fireside as quick as we could. And we landed all safe on the ma. BABY-BOY'S TOYS. "All tumbled down ! my doll, my horse : So I'm angry about it all, of course ; And how to get them I don't know, For I'm so high and they're so low. Look at my socks ! I've only one on — The other the blue knitted one, has gone : It has dropped on the floor with all ni}'- toys : 262 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. So I'm going to cry and to make a noise, Then mother and nurse will run to see What the matter with baby-boy can be." So said master baby, and set up a roar That soon brought mother and nurse to the door. DOCTOR'S VISIT. LITTLE MAMMA, WITH A SICK DOLL. Come and see my baby dear ; Doctor she is ill, I fear. Yesterday, do what I would, She would touch no kind of food, And she tosses, moans, and cries. Doctor, what do you advise '? DOCTOR. Hum ! ha ! Good madam, tell me, pray. What have you offered her to-day ? Ah yes, I see — a piece of cake ; The worst thing you could make her take. Just let me taste. Yes, yes, I fear Too many plums and currants here ; But stop ! I will just taste again, So as to make the matter plain. LITTLE MAMMA. But, doctor, pray excuse me ; oh, You've eaten all my cake up now ! I thank you kindly for your care. But do you think 'twas hardly fair '? DOCTOR. Oh, dear me ! Did I eat the cake ? Well, it was for dear baby's sake. But keep her in her bed, well warm. And you will see she'll take no harm. At night and morning use, once more, Her drink and powder as before ; And she must not be over-fed. But may just have a piece of bread. To-morrow, then, I dare to say. She'll be quite right. Good-day ! good day! BABY NED. Never still a minute, Busy baby Ned ; Brimming full of mischief Is his curly head. — .--'Sj Once he took his kitten Out to play with him, To a stream of water ; — " Dus' to see her 'fim. " MY GOOD FOR NOTHING. 263 "You mus' mind me, Tabb}', What I say to you ; Doin' to teach j'ou somefin'." Kitty answered, " mew. " " When I frow you over, You mus' 'fim right out. Now I's dettin ready, — ! you's awful 'tout." Floohsh Utile Neddie, — Kitty made a dash, Caught him on his apron, In they both went, — splash ! Kitty scratched and scrambled ; Baby screamed and cried ; Both were taken dripping To the fire, and dried. " Naughty tat," said Neddie, " I's as'amed of you ; Now, you's dettin' punis'ed." Kitty answered, " mew." MY-GOOD-FOR-NOTHING. *'What are 3'ou good for, m^^ brave little man ? Answer that question for me, if you can — Y'^ou, with your fingers as white as a nun. You, with your ringlets as bright as the sun. All the day long, with your busy con- triving, Into all mischief and fun you are driving ; See if your wase little noddle can tell What you are good for. Now jjonder it well." Over the carpet the dear little feet Came with a patter to climb on my seat ; Two merry eyes, full of frolic and glee. Under their lashes looked up unto me ; Two little hands, pressing soft on my face. Drew me down close in a loving em- brace ; Two rosy lips gave the answer so true, " Good to love you, mamma — good to love you." Emily Huntington Miller. A MOTHER SINGING. I heard a mother singing, Music soft and sweet, 'Twas "Father, keep my darling, Guide his little feet." 26. BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. DOLL-HOUSE TROUBLES. My dear sister Nina You'll find here a letter From sister Regina : I wish it were better. Arabella Anastatia Is a very naughty doll. I really can't take care of her — She won't behave at all. This morning when I called her And told her she must dress, She began to cry for mamma ; You must come back, I guess ! I don't see what possessed her To act in such a manner, She nearly drove me crazy ; In fact, I had to fan her ! I couldn't put her shoes on ; She kicked ! — The naughty girl. She woudn't let me wash her, Or put her hair in curl. I told her that I loved her ; But she would not mind a bit. So I put her in the corner. And there I made her sit. You know when one is naughty The others act so, too ; And Mary Ann, Aunt Nancy, And Pansy cried for you. Oh, dear ! I cannot stand it. They're making such a noise ; They're tearing up their dresses, And breaking all the toys. Don't stay another minute, But pack your trunk, my dear, And hasten to your dollies ; They'll all be sick, I fear ! THE RICH LITTLE DOLLY. Her hair was yellow, her cheeks were red. But "you mustn't touch her," they always said, —This rich little dolly. Over her dress of satin and silk She wore a necklace as white as milk, — This rich little dolly. Her foot (like the foot of a Cinderella) Was daintily shod, as becomes full well a Rich httle dolly. But nobody asked her out to dine, She was by far too fair and fine, —This rich little dolly. Nobody sent, to a birthday party, Invitations old-fashioned and hearty To this little dolly. Nobody, when her heart was "b'oke," Cuddled close up to it under her cloak. This rich little dolly. THE DOLL-BABY SHOW 265 But up in a mould}', musty drawer, Where nobody kissed her and nobody saw her, Stayed the poor, poor dolly. Anna F. Burnham. THE DOLL-BABY SHOW. Our doll-baby show, it was something quite grand ; You saw there the loveliest doll in the land. Some came in rich purple, some lilac, some white, With ribbons and laces — a wonderful sight ! Now, there was one dolly so tall and so proud She put all the others quite under a cloud ; But one of us hinted, in so many words. That sometimes fine feathers did not make fine birds. Each girl brought her own in its pret- I We sat in a row with our dolls in our tiest dress ; j^pg . Three pins bought a ticket, and not a rp^^^ ^^^^l^ behaved sweetly, and met pni le^s. I j^Q mishaps. For the doll that was choicest we of- No boys were admitted — f(n- boys will fered a prize ; make fun ; There were wee mites of dollies, and Now which do you think was the dolly some of great size ; that won ? 266 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. Soon all was commotion to hear who would get The prize ; for the dollies' committee had met ; We were the comcaittee ; and which do you think Was the doll we decided on, all in a wink *? Why, each of us said that our own was the best. The finest, the sweetest, the prettiest drest ; So we all got the jn-ize. We'll invite you to go The next time we girls have our doll- baby show. Geoege Cooper. A LITTLE GIRL'S LETTER. Dear Grandma, I will try to write A very little letter : If I don't spell the words all right. Why, next time I'll do better. My little rabbit is alive. And likes his milk and clover ; He likes to see me very much, But is afraid of Rover. I've got a dove, as white as snow, I call her *' Polly Feather ; " She flies and hops about the yard In everv kind of weather. I think she hkes to see it rain. For then she smoothes her jacket. And seems to be so proud and vain. The turkeys make a racket. The hens are picking off the grass. And singing very loudly ; While our old peacock struts about, And shows his colors proudly. I guess I'll close my letter now, I've nothing more to tell ; Please answer soon, and come to see Your loving little Nell ! Wisconsin Farmer. THE DEAD DOLL You needn't be trying to comfort me — I tell you my dolly is dead ! There's no use in saying she isn't — with a crack like that in her head. It's just like you said it wouldn't hurt much to have my tooth out that day ; And then when the man most pulled myheadotf, you hadn't a word to say. And I guess you must think I'm a ba- by, when you say you can mend it with glue ! As if I didn't know better than that ! Why, just suppose it was you ? You might make her look all mended — but what do I care for looks ? THE DEAD DOLL. 267 Why, glue's for chairs and tables, and toys, and the backs of books ! My dolly ! my own little daughter ! Oh, but it's the awfullest crack ! It just makes me sick to think of the sound when her poor head went whack Against that horrible brass thing that holds up the little shelf. Now, Nursey, what makes you remind me ? I know that I did it myself ! I think you must be crazy — you'll get her another head ! What good would forty heads do her ? I tell vou mv dolly is dead ! And to think I hadn't quite finished her elegant New Year's hat ! And I took a sweet ribbon of hers last night to tie on that horrid cat ! When my mamma gave me that rib- bon — I was playing out in the yard- She said to me most expressly : "Here's a ribbon for Hildegarde." And I went and put it on Tabby, and Hildegarde saw me do it ; But I said to myself, "Oh, never mind, I don't believe she knew it !" But I know that she k new it now, and I just believe, I do, That her poor little heart was broken, and so her head broke too. Oh, my baby ! my little baby ! I wish my head had been hit ; For I've hit it over and over, and it hasn't cracked a bit. But since the darling is dead, she'll want to be buried, of course ; We will take my little wagon, Nurse, you shall be the horse ; And I'll walk behind and cry ; and we'll put her in this — you see. This dear little box — and we'll bury them under the maple tree. And papa will make a tombstone, like the one he made for my bird ; And he'll put what I tell him on it — Yes, every single word ! 268 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. I shall say : "Here lies Hildegarcle, a beautiful doll who is dead; She died of a broken heart, and a dreadful crack in her head." Maegaeet Vandeegift. BABY'S DANCING. Ding, dong, come along. Here's our baby dancing ; Ding, dong, come along, Here's our baby dancing. Play a pretty tune to-day Mamma plays while darling May, Mamma plays while darling May Merrily is dancing. Ding, dong, come along, Here's our baby dancing : AVhen the bass plays brown, brown, May goes skipping up and down May goes skipping up and down. Frocks and curls are flying. She plays diddle, dum, dee. Now go lightly, one, two, three, Now go lightly, one, two, three. Soft in grasses we're lying ; Ding, dong, come along. Here's our baby dancing. JENNIE AND BENNIE. Oh fie, little Jennie, And you, too, my Bennie, To treat your pretty book so. It will easily tear, If not handled with care. And it will not be fit to show. If you treat your dolly With such simple folly, She will not last you a day ; Her dress and her things Will be all torn to strings. And your mamma will throw her away. Your doll and your book Should all the time look Just as neat as when they were new ; No good girl or boy Will ever destroy Their playthings as bad children do. PLAYING KING. Ho ! I'm a king, a king ! A crown is on my head, A sword is at my side, and regal is my tread ; Ho, slave ! proclaim my will to all the people round ; The schools are hereby closed ; hence- forth must fmi abound. Vacation shall not end ; all slates I order smashed ; The man who says "arithmetic" must be soundly thrashed ; All grammars shall be burnt, the spellers we will tear ; Any boy who spells correctly, a fool's cap he shall wear. BABY'S DANCING. 269 270 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. No dolls shall be allowed, for dolls are what I hate ; The girls must give them up, and learn to swim and skate ; Confectioners must charge only a cent a pound For all the plums and candy that in the shops are found. That man who asks a dime for any pear or peach, I'll have him hung so high that none his feet can reach ; No baker is allowed hereafter to bake bread — He must bake only pies and cake and ginger snaps instead. All lecturers must quit our realm without delay ; The circus-men and clowns, on pain of death must stay ; All folks who frown on fun, at once must banished be. Now, fellow, that you know my will, to its fulfillment see ! Alfbed Selwyn. THE BIRD AND ITS MOTHER. (.A Kindergarten Dialogue fny Baby to Learn with Mamma.) Mam-ma. Here we are in our nice warm nest — I and my lit-tle birds. I wonder if they are a-wake '? I must list-en. Ba-by. Peep ! peep ! Mam-ma. Oh, yes. They are wide a-wake. What do you want, lit- tle birds ? Ba-by. Peep ! peep ! i^eep ! Mam-ma. Oh, you want your break- fast, do you ? Well, I must fly a- way and find you some -thing nice. Ba-by. Peep ! peep ! peep ! peep ! Mam-ma. What ! Do you wish to go, too? Ba-by, Peep ! Mam-ma. Ver-y well. The sky is blue, and it is a nice, bright day. Let me see if your lit-tle wings are strong. (^Mam-nid u-oj-ks Ba- hij's arms gent-ly vp and down.) Yes, the wings are strong. Now, come ! (Main-ma takes hold of Ba-hy's hands and lets him skip with her a-cross the room.) FIRST LESSON IN WHISTLING. 271 FIRST LESSON IN WHISTLING. Our boy is learning to whistle ; It's always something new : He begins first thing in the morning, And he stops last thing at bed-time, And he keeps it up at intervals. The da}^ through. And pray who is his teacher? We haven't decided quite Whether it is the thrushes, The bobolinks in the meadow, Or the swallows round the barn eaves. Or Bob White. What is the tune he likes best '? Well, 'tis between a call And the shriek of the wind in the chimney, Or a gale in the tops of the pine-trees, For, in fact (don't tell) it is no Tune at aU ! Go ask the little playmates. And ask the housemaid, too, If they like that sort of music. They'll sigh, "Oh, dear!" "Good gracious ! " Now ask me if I like it — Yes, I do. Mrs. Clara Dott Bates. ANNIE. I've a sweet litte pet ; she is up with the lark. And at eve she's asleep when the val- leys are dark, And she chatters and dances the blessed day long. Now laughing in gladness, now sing- ing a song. She never is silent ; the whole sum- mer day She is off on the green with the blos- soms at play. 272 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. Now seeking a l)uttercup, plucking a rose, Or laughing aloud at the thistle she blows. She never is still ; now at some merry elf You'll smile as you watch her, in spite of yourself ; You may chide her in vain, for those eyes, full of fun. Are smiling in mirth at the mischief she's done ; And whatever you do, that same thing, without doubt, Must the mischievous Annie be busied about. She's as brown as a nut, but a beauty to me, And there's nothing her keen little eyes cannot see. She dances and sings, and has many sweet airs, And to infant accomplishments add- ing her prayers. I have told everything that the dar- ling can do. For 'twas only last summer her years numbered two. She's the picture of health, and a Southern-born thing, Just as ready to weep as she's ready to sing; And I fain would be foe to lip that hath smiled At this wee bit of song of the dear little child. GOLDEN HAIR. Golden Hair climbed upon Grand- papa's knee. Dear little Golden Hair ! tired was she. All the day busy as busy could be. Up in the morning as soon as 'twas light. Out with the birds and the butterflies bright, Skipping about till the coming of night. Grandpapa toyed with the curls on her head : " What has my baby been doing, " he said, " Since she arose, with the sun, from her bed?" " Pitty much," answered the sweet lit- tle one ; " I cannot tell so much things I have done — Played with my dolly, and feeded my Bun. "And then I have jumped with my little jump-rope. And then I made, out of some water and soap, Bootiful worlds, mamma's castles of hope. GOLDEN HAIR. 273 I afterward have readed in my picture- book, And Bella and I, we went down to look For smooth little stones by the side of the brook. "Then I corned home, and I eated my tea. And then I climbed up on Grand- papa's knee. And I jes' as tired as tired can be." Lower and lower the little head pressed, Until it drooped upon Grandpapa's breast ; Dear little Golden Hair ! sweet be thy rest. We are but children ; the things that we do Ai-e as sports of the baby to the in- finite view. That marks all our weakness, and pities it, too, God grant that when night over- shadows our way, And we shall be called to account for our day, It shall find us as guiltless as Golden- Hair's lay. 274 -BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. And, oh, when a-weary, may we be so blest As to sink, Hke the innocent child, to our rest, And feel ourselves clasped to the in- finite breast ! F. BURGE Smith. LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS. I haf von funny leedle poy Vot gomes schust to my knee, — Der queerest schap, der Greatest rogue As efer you dit see. He runs, und schumps, und schmash- es dings In all barts off der house. But vot off dot ? He vas mine son. Mine leedle Yawcob Strauss. He get der measles und der mumbs, Und eferyding dot's oudt ; He sbills mine glass ob lager bier, Foots schnuff indo mine kraut ; He fills mine pipe mit Limburg cheese — Dot vas der roughest chouse. I'd dake dot vrom no oder poy But leedle Yawcob Strauss. He dakes der milk-ban for a dhrum, Und cuts mine cane in dwo To make der schticks to beat it mit — Mine cracious, dot vas drue ! I dinks mine head vas schplit abart He kicks oup such a touse ; But nefer mind, der poj's vas few Like dot young Yawcob Strauss. He asks me questions sooch as dese — Who baints mine nose so red ? Who vas it cuts dot schmoodth blace out Vrom der hair ubon mine hed ? Und vhere der plaze goes vrom der lamp Vene'er der glim I douse '? How gan I all dese dings eggsblain To dot schmall Yawcob Strauss ? I somedimes dink I schall go vild Mit sooch a grazy poy, Und vish vonce more I gould have rest Und beaceful dimes enshoy. But ven he vas ashleep in ped, So quiet as a mouse, I brays der Lord, " Dake anydings. But leaf dot Yawcob Strauss." Chables F. Adams. IN THE SWING. Up, little Gracie ! Swing up high. As if you were going to touch the sky ; Only take care, my darling pet — Hold the two ropes, and don't forget. "Up again, Gracie ! there — that's right, Laughing away, but holding tight ; While little Dottie waits below. And Harry sends you to and fro. LETTING THE OLD CAT DIE. 275 "Stop, Harry, now, 'tis time for Grace To yield to little Dot her place. Be gentle, dear, for Dot's so small — If you're not careful she may fall." The children change ; for all the three Are fair in play, and well agree ; And now the youngest laughing pet Begs for a "little higher yet !" LETTING THE OLD CAT DIE. Not long ago I wandered near A play-ground in the wood ; And there heard words from a young- ster's lips That I never quite understood. "Now let the old cat die !" he laughed ; I saw him give a push, Then gayly scamper away as he spied A face peep over the bush. But what he pushed, or where he went, I could not well make out. On account of the thicket of bending boughs That bordered the place about. "The little villain has stoned a cat, Or hung it upon a limb And left it to die all alone," I said ; "But ni play the mischief with him:' I forced my way between the boughs, The poor old cat to seek ; 276 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. And what did I find but a swinging But the hveUest thing of all, I chihl, thought. With her bright hair brushing her Was the gleam of her laughing cheek ! eye. Her bright hair floated to and fro, Her little red dress flashed by, Swinging and swaying back and forth With the rose-light in her face, grandpa's pet. 277 She seemed like a bird and a flower in one, And the wood her native place. "Steady ! I'll send you up my child !" But she stopped me with a cry : "Go 'way ! go 'way ! Don't touch me, please ; I'm lettiner the old cat die !" GRANDPA'S PET. A bundle of sweetness rolled up in blue — A round curly head that was gold- en, Two wee, chubby hands that came peeping through "You letting him die!" I cried, aghast ; "Why, where is the cat, my dear ?" And lo ! the laughter that filled the woods Was a thing for the birds to , hear. "Why, don't you know," said '^ the little maid. The flitting, beautiful elf, "That we call it 'letting the old \ cat die' '^" When the swing stops all itself?" Then floating and swinging, and look- | And ne'er to one thing could be ing back With merriment in her eye. She bade me "good-day," and I left her alone, A-letting the old cat die. Mary Mapes Dodge. holden. Such a lumj) of fun as eyes never met. And the whole went by the name of grandpa's pet. He's up in the morning when daylight breaks, 278 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. And every one knows all about it ; The day begins j ust when Roger awakes, And none are so hardy as doubt it. An autocrat he, whose wish must be met. All must bow to the reign of grandpa's pet. Does he want a crown ? He'll have grandpa's hat — The coal-scuttle serves him to fish in. When he chooses to ride he'll ride the cat, And pussy must bend in submis- sion. He cannot do wrong — he never did yet- Why the whole world was made just for grandpa's pet. When he makes a crow's nest of grand- pa's wig. Then the old man is ready to kiss him. He draws his snuJBf-box about for a gig, And the worst word that's said is God bless him. All clocks in the house to his time are set — Well, there's nobody there but grand- pa's pet. What pity we cannot be always young And rule like a king in his glory ; What pity that Time, with his iron tongue, Must change the sweet tune of life's story. Alas ! that we lose in flurry and fret The dream of the time we were grandpa's pet ! William Lyle THE SLEEPY LITTLE SISTER. I sat, one evening, watching A little golden head That was nodding o'er a picture-book, And pretty soon I said, "Come, darling, you are sleepy. Don't you want to go to bed ?" "No," she said, "I isn't sleepy. But I can't hold up my head. "Just now it feels so heavy There isn't any use ; Do let me lay it down to rest On dear old Mother Goose. I shan't shut up my eyes at all. And so you need not fear ; I'll keep them open all the while. To see this picture here." And then, as I said nothing, She settled for a nap ; One curl was resting on the frill Of the old lady's cap ; Her arms embraced the children small Inhabiting the shoe ; "Oh deary" thought I, "what shall I say? For this will never do." THE FORTUNE. 279 I sat a while in silence, Till the clock struck its "ding, ding," And then I went around and kissed The cunning little thing. The violets unfolded As I kissed her, and she said, "I isn't sleepy, sister. But I guess I'll go to bed." Georgiana McNiELIi, Whom Tot is to marry ; Or, will it he me ? I'll toss it three times Just over my head. Then I'll send it flying. And see if it's Ned. "N" stands for the "Ned," And that's me, you know ; But what a strange letter. It must be an 0. stands for Olive, Our own mother dear ; That's whom we'll marry On every New Year. Let's tell our fortune, And then we will see A LITTLE GOOSE. The chill November day was done. The working- world home faring ; The wind came roaring through the streets, And set the gas-lights flaring, And hopelessly and aimlessly The scared old leaves were fi3'ing. When, mingled with the soughing wind, I heard a small voice crying ; And shivering on the corner stood A child of four, or over ; No cloak or hat her small, soft arms And wind-blown curls to cover ; Her dimpled face was stained with tears, 28o BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. Her round blue eyes ran over ; She cherished in her wee, cold hand A bunch of faded clover. And, one hand round her treasure, while She slipped in mine the other. Half scared, half confidential, said, "Oh, please, I want my mother !" "Tell me your street and number, pet. Don't cry ! I'll take you t6 it." Sobbing, she answered, "I fdrget ! The organ made me doit. "He came and played at Miller's step. The monkey took the money ; I followed down the street because That monkey was so funny, I've walked about a hundred hours, From one street to another ; The monkey's gone ; I've spoiled my flowers ; Oh, please, I want my mother !" "But what's your mother's name, and what The street? Now think a minute," "My mother's name is Mother Dear, The street — I can't begin it." "But what is strange about the house. Or new — not like the others ?" "I guess you mean my trundle-bed — Mine and my little brother's. "Oh dear ! I ought to be at home To help him say his prayers — He's such a baby, he forgets, And we are both such players ! And there's a bar between to keep From pitching on each other. For Harry rolls when he's asleej) ; Oh dear ! I want my mother ! " The sky grew stormy ; people passed, All muffled, homeward faring. "You'll have to spend the night with me," I said, at last, despairing. I tied a kerchief round her neck : "What ribbon's this, my blossom ?" "Why, don't you know?" she smiling said, And drew it from her bosom. A card with number, street, and name. My eyes astonished met it. "For," said the little one, "you see I might some time forget it. And so I wear a little thing What tells you all about it ; For mother says she's very sure I should get lost without it." Eliza Spboat Turner. THE CHILDREN'S HOUR. Between the dark and the daylight. When the night is beginning to lower. Comes a pause in the day's occupa- tions. That is known as the Children's Hour. THE CJIILDREN'S hour. 281 I bear in the chamber above me The patter of Uttle feet, The sound of a door that is oj)ened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair ; If I try to escape, they surround me ; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen, In his Mouse-Tower on the Ehine ! A whisper, and then a silence ; Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall ! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall ! Do you think, blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old moustache as I am Is not a match for you all ? I have you fast in my fortress. And will not let you depart. But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. 2«2 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away. HENKY W. LONGFKIiLOW. HIDE AND SEEK. Hide, hide, hide ! under the great oak tree — Little Mary, Isabel, Tom and Willie and me, And baby, grave as a judge, and still as a bumble-bee. And Tray will wag his wicked old tail and leap up high in the air — If you don't lie down, like a good dumb dog, I will shoot you, I declare ! Hide, hide, hide ! creep lower, close to the ground — Tom, pull Tray into the hollow tree, and — there they come with a bound, "All six at once ! ho ! ho ! ha ! ha ! so the game's up — we're found ! GAME AT MARBLES. Peep, peep, peep ! but let not a sound be heard. Except the buzz of flies in the leaves, or the flutter of startled birds — They'd find us out in a minute if any- body stirred. Hush, hush, hush ! they are seeking us every-where : "Just have a game at marbles, there's plenty of time to spare ; ^ Here's a capital bit of ground, by the railings of the square. There's no policeman near, and very few people about, And no one will interfere;" and Bob turned his mar- bles out. Then the idle school-boys began to play, and all about school forgot ; And the butcher's lad and the baker's boy came sauntering up to the spot. And the butcher's boy forgot his meat, and the baker's boy his bread ; And there they stayed to watch the game : " There's plenty of time, " they said. UP AND DOWN. 283 But time fled fast, although they took of it no heed ; And when they heard eleven strike, they were surprised indeed. UP AND DOWN. See-saw ! Don't be afraid ; Up and down In the nice cool shade. See-saw ! On the old tree ; See, the apple Will fall to me. See-saw ! High, then low ; There, little brother. Up you go ! LITTLE GAMES. "Ring — a — round — a — rosy !" Cheeks just like a posy ; Eyes that twinkle with delight. Could there be a fairer sight ? Little feet that dance in glee ; Voices singing merrily. Won't you stop a little while ? At my questions you will smile ; UP AND DOWN. 284 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. " Kosy 1 have never seen, — Tell me, is she some fair queen ? Have your lily hands now crowned her, "While you form a ring around her? "Why draw ' buckets of water For my lady's daughter' '? Has she spoiled her pretty dress ? Ah ! to wash her face, I guess ! Very hard 'tis to unravel What is meant, dears, by 'green gravel.' Then you say, 'How barley grows You, nor I, nor nobody knows;' Oats, j)eas, beans, too, you include ; If the question be not rude Darlings, tell me why this is done." Ha ! Ha ! laugh they "It's such fun !" Geobge Cooper. Till nurse comes in with the tea at five." "Dolls and visiting ?"" Oh, dear, no. That would, indeed, be dreadfully slow." "Football?" " P'raps that's a little rough ; But what do you say to Blind-man's Buff?" BLIND-MAN'S BUFF. ] "I can't sit still any more to-day, And I'm much too tired for quiet play ; How can I possibly keep alive Till nurse comes in with the tea at five ?" " I want you all for a game of play, This terrible rainy winter's day ; Something that's sure to keep you alive Every one shouted directly " Yes !" And"Blind me first, "begged sister Bess. Such a splendid game of play as they had, Poor nurse thought her flock must have all gone mad. BE ACTIVE.. Be active, be active, find something to do In digging a clam-bank or tapping a shoe, Dont stop at the corner to drag out the day, Be active, be active and work while you may. A MERRY BAND. 285 A MERRY BAND. " Oh, we're a merry band, sir, as ever 3-011 shall see ; Our tunes are all quite foreign, and sweet as sweet can he ! Oh, we're a happy hand, sir, as euer you shall see, And please, if you've a penny, you may give it, sir, to me ! " DON'T WAKE THE BABY. Baby sleeps, so we must tread Softly round her little bed, And be careful that our toys Do not fall and make a noise. Play and talk, but whisper low : Mother wants to work, we know. That when father comes to tea All may neat and cheerful be. SNAP THE WHIP. Off we go In a row, Gallant Tom's our leader ; Now hold fast ; Lily's last. Strength and courage s^jeed her! Lightly skip. Do not trip ; Snip, snap, goes the whip ! Lily's do^vn ! Do not fro'wn, Let us all be jolly ! Lend a hand, She can stand ; Next in turn comes Molly. Lightly skip, Do not trip : Snip, snap, goes the whip ! Jo and Ben, Little men, 286 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. They can foot it faster ; Off they dash, Like a flash, Fearing no disaster ; Lightly skip, Do not trip, Snip, snap, goes the whip ! That Uncle John had given : How can he read the papers there, Or find his liickory staff ? He'll put his coat on wrong side out. And make the people laugh. And when he takes the Bible down. And wipes the dusty lid, Try again ! Now and then Some one gets a tumble ; Never mind^ We shall find It's to make us humble ; Lightly skip. Do not trip ; Snip, snap, goes the whip ! Emily Shaw Fobman. GRANDPAPA'S SPECTACLES. Oh, mamma, what will grandpa do ? He's gone away to heaven. Without the silver spectacles He'll never find his spectacles Within its cover hid ; There won't be any little girl He likes as well as me, To run and hunt them up for him And put them on his knee. Oh dear ! he'll never find the place About "the wicked flee," And how the bears ate children up, (That used to frighten me ;) So, mamma, if you'll dress me up, Just like an angel bright, I'll fix our ladder 'gainst the sky, And take them up to-night. Mbs. M. L. Bayme. THE MORNING RIDE. 287 TRUE LOVE. THE MORNING RIDE. Before nurse was awake, Claude slip- ped out of bed, And then, with a paper cocked hat on his head. He got on the stool which stood by its side, And mounted his horse to take a nice ride : And thought he was galloping up and down hill. Although all the time he was standing quite still. SEE SAW. "How much I love you, mother dear ! " A little prattler said : "I love you in the morning bright. And when I go to bed." "I love you when I'm near to you. And when I'm far away : I love you when I am at work, And when I am at play." See Saw, up and down, I can see all over town. And then she slyly, sweetly raised Her lovely eyes of blue : " I love you when you love me best. And when you scold me, too." BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. The mother kissed her darling child, And stooped a tear to hide : " My precious one, I love you most When I am forced to chide." " I could not let my darhng child In sin and folly go, And this is why I sometimes chide. Because I love you so." A LITTLE ROGUE. Grandma was nodding, I rather think : Harry was sly and quick as wink : He climbed on the hack of her great armchair. And nestled himself very snugly there. Grar^dma's dark locks were mingled ivith white. And luick this little fact came to his sight : " Why, what are you doing, my child ?" she said. He answered : " I's pulhng a basting thread ! " COULDN'T YOU, MAMMA? A sharp twinge soon she felt at her hair, And awoke to find Harry there. " Dear mamma, if you just could be A tiny little girl like me, And I your mamma, you would see How nice I'd be to you. I'd always let you have your way; I'd never frown at you, and say : 'You are behaving ill to-day; Such conduct will not do.' "I'd always give you jelly-cake For breakfast, and I'd never shake My head, and say : *My dear, I trust You will not make me say you must grandpapa's spectacles. 289 Eat up your oat-meal' ; or 'The crust You'll find is very nice.' " I'd buy you candy every day ; I'd go doAvn-town with you, and say : ' \Yhat vv^ould my darling like ? You may Have anything you see.' I'd never say : 'My pet, you know 'Tis bad for health and teeth, and so I cannot let you have it. No ; It would be wrong in me.' " And every day I'd let you wear Your nicest dress, and never care If it should get a great big tear ; I'd only say to you : *My precious treasure, never mind, For little clothes tvill tear, I find.' Now, mamma, wouldn't that be kind ? That's just what I should do. "I'd never say: 'Well just a few!' I'd let you stop your lessons, too ; I'd say : 'they are too hard for you, Poor child, to understand. * I'd put the books and slates away ; You shouldn't do a thing but play. And have a party every day. Oh-h-h, wouldn't that be grand ! "But, mamma dear, you cannot grow Into a little girl, you know, And I can't be your mamma ; so The only thing to do, Is just for you to try and see How very, verjf nice 'twould be For you to do all this for me. Now, mamma, couldn't you? " GRANDPAPA'S SPECTACLES. Grandpapa's spectacles cannot be found ; He has searched all the rooms, high and low, round and round ; Now he calls to the young ones, and what does he say ? "Ten cents to the child who will find them to-day." Then Henry, and Nelly, and Edward all ran. And a most thorough hunt for the glasses began. And dear little Nell, in her generous way. Said, "I'll look for them, grandpa, without any pay. " All through the big Bible she searches with care. That lies on the table by grandpapa's chair ; They feel in his pockets, they peep in his hat. They pull out the sofa, they shake out the mat. Then do\\Ti on all-fours, like two good- natured bears. Go Harry and Ned under tables and chairs, 290 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. Till, quite out of breath, Ned is heard to declare He believes that those glasses are not anywhere. But Nelly, who, leaning on grandpapa's knee, Was thinking most earnestly where they could be. Looked suddenly up in the kind, faded eyes. And her own shining bro"svn ones grew big with surprise. She clapped both her hands — all her dimples came out, — She turned to the boys with a bright, roguish shout : "You may leave ofif your looking, both Harry and Ned, For there are the glasses on grand- papa's head ! " Elizabeth Sill. THE PROPOSAL "Oh, will you be my little wife ? My little wife ?" he said. She only pulled the rose to bits, And gravely shook her head. "I'll give you my tojis and balls. My beautiful new kite." But still she pulled the rose to bits, So the butterflies took flight. "I'll buy a great big waxen doll. With real eyes and hair." But still she pulled the rose to bits, And said she did not care. "Oh, look how even doggie begs He cannot talk, and so He sits upon his hinder legs, And thinks he's quite a beau ! " Then Lawrence said " Good-bye," and went And left her sitting there. The moon was watching all the time, Then she began to care. PUSS IN THE CLOCK. It's dickory, dickory, dock ! Some one has stopped the clock ! Why here's pussy inside, As though trying to hide ! Dickory, dickory, dock ! It is puss who has stopped the clock ! gran'ma al'us does. 291 GRAN'MA AL'US DOES. I wants to mend my wagon, And has to have some nails ; Jus' two, free will be plenty. We're going to haul our rails. The splendidest cob fences. We're makin' ever was ; 292 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. I wis' you'd help us find 'em. Gran'ma al'us does. My horse's name is Betsy ; She jumped and hroked her head, I put her in the stable, And fed her milk and bread. The stable's in the parlor ; We didn't make no muss — I wis' you'd let us stay there, Gran'ma al'us does. I's goin' to the corn-field, To ride on Charlie's plow ; I 'spect he'd like to have me ; I wants to go right now. Oh, won't I gee up awful. And whoa like Charlie w^hoas ? I wis' you wouldn't bozzer ; Gran'ma never does. I wants some bread and butter : I's hungry, worstest kind : But Taddie mustn't have none, 'Cause he wouldn't mind. Put plenty sugar on it : I tell you what, I knows It's right to put on sugar : Gran'ma al'us does. MAKING MUD-PIES. Under the apple tree, spreading and thick, Happy with only a pan and a stick. On the soft grass in the shadow that lies. Our little Fanny is making mud-pies. On her brown apron and bright droop- ing head Showers of pink and white blossoms are shed; Tied to a branch that seems meant just for that. Dances and flutters her little straw hat. Dash, full of joy in the bright sum- mer day. Zealously chases the robins away. Barks at the squirrels or snaps at the flies, All the while Fanny is making mud- pies. Sunshine and soft summer breezes astir While she is busy are busy with her ; Cheeks rosy glowing and bright spark- ling eyes Bring they to Fanny while making mud-pies. Dollies and playthings are all laid away, Not to come out till the next rainy day; Under the blue of these sweet sum- mer skies Nothing's so pleasant as making mud- pies. WHAT. 293 Gravely she stirs, with a serious look "Making believe" she's a true pastry cook; Sundry brown splashes on forehead and eyes Show that our Fanny is making mud- pies. WHAT. AVhat was it that Charlie saw, to- day, Down in the pool where the cattle he ? A shoal of the spotted trout at play ? Or a sheeny dragon-fly ? But all the soil of her innocent play Soap and clean water will soon wash away ; Many a pleasure in daintier guise Leaves darker traces than Fanny's mud-pies. The fly and the hsh were there indeed ; But as for the puzzle, — guess again ! It was neither a shell, nor flower, nor reed, Nor the nest of a last year's "WTen. 294 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. Some willows droop to the brooklet's bed ; — Who knows but a bee had fallen down ? Or a spider, swung from his broken thread, Was learning the way to drown ? You have not read me the riddle yet, Not even the wing of a wounded bee, Nor the web of a spider, torn and wet, Did Charlie this morning see. Now answer, you who have grown so wise, — What could the wonderful sight have been, But the dimpled face and great blue eyes Of the rogue who was looking in ? Kate Putnam Osgood. XITTLE CHILDREN, LOVE ONE ANOTHER." A little girl, with a happy look, Sat slowly reading a ponderous book All bound with velvet and edged with gold, And its weight was more than the child could hold ; Yet dearly she loved to ponder it o'er. And every day she prized it more ; For it said — and she looked at her smiling mother — It said, " Little children, love one another." She thought it was beautiful in the book. And the lesson home to her heart she took ; She walked on her way with a trust- ing grace. And a dove-like look in her meek young face. Which said, just as plain as words could say, "The Holy Bible I must obey ; X So, mamma, I'll be kind to my dar- ling brother, For " Little children must love each other." "I'm sorry he's naughty, and will play ; But I'll love him still, for I think the way To make him gentle and kind to me Will be better shown if I let him see I strive to do what I think is right ; And thus, when I kneel in prayer to- night, I will clasp my hands around my brother. And say, 'Little children love one another.'" The little girl did as her Bible taught, And pleasant indeed was the change it wrought ; For the boy looked up in glad sur- prise. To meet the light of her loving eyes : THE RABBIT ON THE WALL. 295 His heart was full, he could not speak, But he pressed a kiss on his sister's cheek ; And God looked down on that happy- mother Whose little childi-en loved each other. THE RABBIT ON THE WALL. The cottage work is over. The evening meal is done ; Hark ! through the starlit stillness You hear the river run ; The cotter's children whisper. Then speak out one and all : " Come, father, make for Johnny A rabbit on the wall." He smilingly assenting. They gather round his chair : "Now, grandma, you hold Johnny, Don't let the candle flare. " So speaking, from his fingers He throws a shadow tall, That seems the moment after A rabbit on the wall. The children shout with laughter. The uproar louder grows, E'en grandma chuckles faintly, And Johnny chirps and crows. There ne'er was gilded painting Hung up in lordly hall. Gave half the simple pleasure. As this rabbit on the wall. Ah i who does not remember When humble sports like these, Than many a costlier pastime, Had greater power to please ? When o'er life's autumn pathway, The sere leaves thickly fall, How oft we sigh, recalling The rabbit on the wall. NOTHING TO DO. I have sailed my boat, and spun my top, And handled my last new ball ; I trundled my hoop till I had to stop, And I swung till I got a fall ; I tumbled my books all out of the shelves. And hunted the pictures tlirough ; I've flung them where they may sort themselves, And now — I have nothing to do. The Tower of Babel I built of blocks Came down with a crash to the floor ; My train of cars ran over the rocks — I'll warrant they'll run no more ; I have raced with Grip till I'm out of breath ; My slate is broken in two, So I can't draw monkeys. I'm tired to death Because I have nothing to do. I can see where the boys have gone to fish; 296 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. They bothered me, too, to go. But for fun hke that I hadn't a wish, For I think it's mighty "slow" To sit all day at the end of a rod For the sake of a minnow or two, I wish I was poor Jim Foster's son. "I was thinking you'd relish a canter," said he, "Because you have nothing to do." Or to land, at the farthest, an eel on the sod: I'd rather have nothing to do. For he seems so happy and gay, When his wood is chopped and his work all done, I I rtl i ii-i-iM . Mi « 1 ^ ^ - — i - — ■ — <■ '■■ ^ Maria has gone to the woods for flowers, And Lucy and Rose are away After berries. I'm sure they've been out for hours ; I wonder what makes them stay ? Ned wanted to saddle Brunette for me, j But then he is never tired at all But riding is nothing new ; I Because he has nothing to do. With his little half hour play ; He neither has books nor top ball, Yet he's singing the whole through ; of nor day A PICTURE. 297 A PICTURE. The farmer sat in his easy-chair Smoking his pipe of clay, AYhile his hale old wife, with busy care, Was clearing the dinner away ; A sweet little girl wuth fine blue eyes, On her grandfather's knee was catching flies. The old man laid his hand on her head. With a tear on his wrinkled face ; He thought how often her mother dead Had sat in the selfsame place. As the tear stole down from his liaLf- shut eye, "Don't smoke !" said the child, "how it makes you cry !" The house-dog lay stretched out on the floor, Where the shade after noon used to steal ; The busy old wife, by the open door. Was turning the spinning-wheel ; And the old brass clock on the man- tle-tree Had plodded along to almost three. Still the farmer sat in his easy-chair, While close to his heaving breast The moistened brow and the cheek so fair Of his sweet grandchild were pressed ; His head, bent down, on her soft hair lay: Fast asleep were they both that sum- mer day ! Chaeles G. Eastman. SEVEN TIMES ONE. There's no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's no rain left in heaven : I've said my "seven times" over and over. Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old I can write a letter ; My birthday lessons are done ; 298 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. The lambs play always, they know no better ; They are only one times one. 0, moon, in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low ; You were bright — ah bright ! but your light is failing; You are nothing now but a bow. You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven, That God has hidden your face ? I hope, if you have, you will soon be forgiven. And shine again in your place. 0, velvet bee, you're a dusty fellow, You've powdered your legs with gold ! 0, brave marsh-mary buds, rich and yellow, Give me your money to hold ! 0,columbine, open your folded wrapper, Where two twin turtle-doves dwell ! 0, cuckoo-pint, toll me the purple clap- per That hangs in your clear green bell ! And show me the nests with the young ones in it ; I will not steal them away : I am old ! You may trust me, linnet, linnet, I am seven times one to-day. Jean Inoelow. THE NEW MOON. Dear mother, how pretty The moon looks to-night ! She was never so cunning before ; Her two little horns Are so sharp and so bright, I hope she'll not grow any more. If I were up there With you and my friends, I'd rock in it nicely, you'd see ; I'd sit in the middle, And hold by both ends ; Oh, what a bright cradle 'twould be ! I would call on the stars To keep out of the way, Lest we should rock over their toes ; And then I would rock Till the dawn of the day, And see where the pretty moon goes. And there we would stay In the beautiful skies. And through the bright clouds we would roam ; We would see the sun set, And see the sun rise, And on the next rainbow come home. Mks. Follen. THE SHADOWS. 299 THE SHADOWS. My little boy with pale, round cheeks. And large, brown, dreamy eyes, Not often, little wise head, speaks, But yet will make replies. His sister, always glad to show Her knowledge, for its praise, Said yesterday: "God's here, you know ; He's everywhere, always." "He's in this room." His large brown eyes Went wandering round for God; In vain he looks, in vain he tries, His wits are all abroad, "He is not here, mamma ? No, no ; I do not see Him at all, He's not the shadows, is he ? So His doubtful accents fall. Fall on my heart, like precious seed, Grow up to flowers of love ; For as my child, in love and need. Am I to Him above. How oft before the vapors break. And day begins to be. In our dim-lighted rooms we take The shadows, Lord, for Thee ; — i^g^. ^/-fy:^^^ While every shadow lying there, Slow remnant of the night, Is but an aching, longing prayer, For Thee, Lord, the Light, Geokge Macdonald. AMUSEMENT. " 'Tis well to be amused ; But when amusement does instruc- tion bring, * Tis better.— " Wm. Shaeespeabe. 300 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. A SLICE OF THE MOON. ' Where are you going, my little man ? " " Going to the moon, sir, if I can. " "When you get there, what will you do?" " With my big knife I'll cut him in two." A slice of the cheese so rich and so green, The best and the biggest that ever was seen." LITTLE RAIN-DROPS. Where do you come from, You little drops of rain, Fitter patter, pitter patter, Down the window-pane ? They won't let me w'alk. And they won't let me play {—- And they won't let me go IZ. Out-of-doors at all to-d -:,:^v.4v.. "How will you get there, my little man?" "By bean-stalk train, sir, if I can, I'll take to the rail, and keep to the track Securely laid down by the world- renowned Jack." "I wish you success, then, my little man ; Pray bring me a moonbeam, if you can. lay, They put away my plaything Because I broke them all. And then they locked up all my lu'icks. And took away my ball. Tell me, little rain-drops. Is that the way you play — Pitter patter, pitter patter All the rainy day? They say I'm very naughty, But I've nothing else to do But sit here at the window : I should like to play with you. The little rain-drops cannot speak ; But "pitter patter pat" Means, " We can play on this side, Why can't you play on that?" Aunt Effie's Rhymes. PLAYING BO-PEEP WITH THE STAR. 3OI PLAYING BO-PEEP WITH THE STAR. "Who are you winking at, bright " Or else you would answer my ques- tion to-night. We whisper and talk to each other down here ; little star? Hanging alone, 'way up ever so far ; Trembling and flashing aloft in the I think you could speak, if you chose to, my dear." blue — What do you think the little star did ? Answer my question, and answer me true." It willfully slipped out of sight, and was hid She stood by the window, all ready for bed, Yet lingered to hear what the little star said ; But naught would it do but wink its bright eye, Alone by itself in the depths of the sky. **I fear you are dumb," said the wee little sprite, By a snip of a cloud that floated close by, And never vouchsafed her a wink or reply. But after a while, when she woke in the night, The first thing she saw was that lit- tle star's light ; It twinkled and twinkled, and roused her from sleep. 302 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. "Aha !" laughed the child, "we can both play bo-peep ! " GOING INTO BREECHES. Joy to Philip ! he this day Has his long coats cast away, And (the childish season gone) Puts the manly breeches on. Officer on gay parade, Eed-coat in his first cockade. Bridegroom in his wedding trim, Birthday beau surpassing him, Never did with conscious gait Strut about in half the state, Or the pride (yet free from sin). Of my little manikin : Never was there pride, or bliss. Half so rational as his. Sashes, frocks, to those that need 'em — Philip's limbs have got their freedom. He can run, or he can ride, And do twenty things beside, "Which his petticoats forbade : Is he not a happy lad ? Now he's under other banners, He must leave his former manners, Bid adieu to female games. And forget their very names — Puss-in-corners, hide-and-seek, Si)orts for girls and punies weak ! Baste-the-bear he now may play at ; Leap-frog, foot-ball sport away at ; Show his strength and skill at cricket, Mark his distance, pitch his wicket : Eun about in winter's snow Till his cheeks and fingers glow ; Climb a tree, or scale a w'all. Without any fear to fall. If he get a hurt or bruise. To complain he must refuse. Though the anguish and the smart Go unto his little heart. He must have his courage ready. Keep his voice and visage steady. Brace his eyeballs stiff as drum. That a tear may never come ; And his grief must only speak From the color in his cheek. This and more he must endure — Hero he in miniature ! This and more must now be done. Now the breeches are put on. Mart Lamb. twinkle! twinkle! little star. 303 TWINKLE! TWINKLE! LITTLE STAR! Twinkle ! twinkle ! little star ! How I wonder what you are : Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Then you show your little light ; Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. The poor traveler in the dark Thanks God for your tiny spark , Could he tell which way to go If you did not twinkle so ? In the dark blue sky you keep, Sweetly through my curtain peep ; And you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky. Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky, Though I know not what you are. Twinkle ! twinkle ! little star ! Jane Taylor. THE FIRST POCKET. AVhen the blazing sun is gone. When he nothing shines upon ; What is this tremendous noise ? What can be the matter? Willie's coming up the stairs With unusual clatter. Now he bursts into the room, Noisy as a rocket : " Auntie ! I atu five years old — And I've got a pocket !" Eyes as round and bright as stars ; Cheeks like apples glowing ; Heart that this new treasure fills Quite to overflowing. "Jack may have his squeaking boots; Kate may have her locket : I've got something better yet, — I have got a pocket !" 304 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. All too fresh the joy to make Emptiness a sorrow : Little hand is plump enough To fill it — till to-morrow. And e'er many days were o'er, Strangest things did stock it : Nothing ever came amiss To this wondrous pocket. Leather, marbles, bits of string, Licorice-sticks and candy. Stones, a ball, his pennies too : It was always handy. And, when Willie's snug in bed. Should you chance to knock it. Sundry treasures rattle out From this crowded pocket. Sometimes Johnny's borrowed knife Found a place within it : He forgot that he had said, "I want it just a minute." Once the closet-key was lost ; No one could unlock it : Where do you suppose it was ? — Down in AVillie's pocket. Elizabeth Sill. THE FIRST PAIR OF BREECHES. Iv'e got a pair of breeches now, And I'll have to be a man, I know I can if just I try, My mamma says I can ! I'm going to school now very soon. And learn my A, B, C ; My mamma says I'm too young yet, But I am way past three. And I've got pockets in my pants, To put my pencil in ; For mamma says that I must write In school when I begin. I'll soon be tall as papa — now I'll grow fast as I can. And don't you think that very soon I'll be a full-grown man? THE FIRST RUBBER BOOTS. That precious pair of rubber boots. So tall, so black, so shining ! They're just the things, the very things. For which our Ned's been pining. And now he calls them all his own, A happy thought comes o'er him. And when he kneels to say his prayers, He sets the boots before him. Then into' bed our darling goes, His treasures near him keeping ; For on the pillow one small head Between two boots is sleeping. Through snow, through slush, and in the rain, — never mind the weather ! The rubber boots, the little Ned, They trudge along together. His feet go dabbling in the brook. Just like two little fishes, HERE SITS THE LORD MAYOR. 305 And then be runs to tell mamma The funniest of wishes. "I wish I was a puss-tat, ma, Just like our old gray Molly, Then I could wear four rubber boots, Oh, wouldn't that be jolly ! " HERE SITS THE LORD MAYOR. Here sits the Lord Mayor . Forehead. Here sits his two men . . Eifes. Here sits the cock llight cheek Here sits the hen Left cheek. Here sit the little chickens Ti/; of 7?os^. Here they run in Mouth. Chin-chopper, chin-chop- per, chin- chopper, chin ! Chuck the chin. TEN TRUE FRIENDS. Ten true friends you have, Who, five in a row, Upon each side of you Go where you go. Suppose you are sleepy. They help you to bed ; Suppose you are hungry. They see that you are fed. They wake up your dolly And put on your clothes. And trundle her carriage Wherever she goes. And these ten tiny fellows. They serve you with ease ; And they ask nothing from you, But work hard to please. Now, with ten willing servants So trusty and true, Pray who would be lazy Or idle — would you ? LITTLE FINGERS. Busy little fingers, Everywhere they go, Rosy little fingers. The sweetest that I know ! Now into my work-box. All the buttons finding. Tangling up the knitting. Every spool unwinding ! Now into the basket Where the keys are hidden, Full of mischief looking, Knowing it forbidden. Then in mother's tresses. Now her neck enfolding, With such sweet caresses Keeping off a scolding. Daring little fingers. Never, never still ! Make them, Heavenly Father, Always do Thy will. Apples of Gold. 3o6 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. COUNTING BABY'S TOES Dear little bare feet, Dimpled and white, In your long night -gown Wrapped for the night, Come, let me count all Your queer little toes, Pink as the heart Of a shell or a rose. One is a lady That sits in the sun ; Two is a baby, And three is a nun ; Four is a lily With innocent breast ; THE m\Z PIGS. 307 And five is a birdie Asleep on her nest. THE FIVE PIGS. This pig went to market ; This pig stayed at home ; This pig had a bit of meat ; And this pig had none ; 5. This pig said, wee, wee, vree ! I can't find my way home. TEN LITTLE TOES. Baby is ciad in his night-gown wliite, Pussy-cat purrs a soft good-night, And somebody tells, for somebody knows, The terrible tale of ten little toes. RIGHT FOOT. This big toe took a small boy Sam Into the cupboard after the jam; This httle toe said, " no ! no ! " This little toe was anxious to go ; This little toe said, " ' Tisn't quite right;" . This little tiny toe curled out of sight. LEFT FOOT. This big toe got suddenly stubbed ; This little toe got ruefully rubbed ; This little frightened toe cried out, "Bears!" This little timid toe, " Eun up stairs ! " Do^^^l came a jar with a loud slam! slam ! This httle tiny toe got all the jam ! Clara G. Dollinee. SKIPPING. Airily, airily, skip away : Set to work, all of you, trip away ! Over your head, and under your toes, That's the way the merry rope goes ! Aprons flap in the breezy air ; Fly away, lessons, this holiday fair 1 3o8 BABY DAYS AND BABY PLAYS. THE FIRST OF IT'S KIND. " Oh, 'tis time we're up and doing !" it said, " Come out of your lazy beds ! I'm going to see what the world is like ; I'm tired of yon, sleepy heads !" " Who knows what's going on there above ? There's many a laugh and shout. Somewhere thej^'re having a jolly good time, I'll find what's it's all about." "Come with me, don't sleep any more. There's nothing at all to fear, I'm sure there's room enough up there. And I'm awfully crowded here. " So up in the world it flashed its way, And stood there dainty and white, While its comrades prepared to leave their beds, And follow it up to the light. What was it ? was it a snowdrop fair ? Not quite ; for to tell you the truth, It wasn't a brave little flower at all. It was just the baby's first tooth ! Bessie Chandler. TWO. Two little girls are better than one. Two little boys can double the fun, Two little birds can build a fine nest. Two little arms can love mother best- Two little ponies must go to a span ; Two little pockets has my little man, Two little eyes to open and close, Two little ears and one little nose, Two little elbows, dimpled and sweet, Two little shoes on two little feet. Two little lips and one little chin. Two little cheeks with a rose shut in ; Two little shoulders, chubby and strong. Two little legs running all day long. Two little prayers does my darling say. Twice does he kneel by my side each day- Two little folded hands, soft and brown, Two little eyelids cast meekly down — And two little angels guard him in bed, " One at the foot, and one at the head." "mamma can't find me!" 309 "MAMMA CAN'T FIND ME!' No little step do I hear in the hall, Only a sweet little laugh, that is all ; No dimpled arms 'round my neck hold me tight ; I've but a glimpse of two eyes very l)right, Two little hands a wee face try to screen, Baby is hiding, that's plain to be seen. " Where is my precious, I've missed so all day?" "Mamma can't find me !" the pretty lips say. '