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Material Information
- Title:
- Lullabies and jingles
- Creator:
- Freeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins, 1852-1930 ( Author, Secondary )
Butts, M. F. (Mary F.) ( Author, Secondary )
Sidney, Margaret, 1844-1924 ( Compiler )
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
- Place of Publication:
- Boston
- Publisher:
- D. Lothrop & Company
- Publication Date:
- c1893
- Language:
- English
- Physical Description:
- 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 25 cm.
Subjects
- Subjects / Keywords:
- Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry ( lcsh ) Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry ( lcsh ) Children's stories -- 1893 ( lcsh ) Baldwin -- 1893
- Genre:
- Children's stories
poetry ( marcgt )
- Spatial Coverage:
- United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
- Target Audience:
- juvenile ( marctarget )
Notes
- General Note:
- Some poems by Mary E. Wilkins and Mrs. M.F. Butts.
- Statement of Responsibility:
- compiled and arranged by Margaret Sidney.
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- University of Florida
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- University of Florida
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-LULLABIES AND JINGLES
COMPILED AND ARRANGED BY
MARGARET SIDNEY
é BOSTON
D. LOTHROP COMPANY
CopYRIGHT, 1893
BY
D,. LoTHRoP CoMPANY.
All rights reserved.
Tue Turee Marcery Daws
A’ Birp’s Way
“ Bur—Let me THINK†.
THE POKER AND THE Toncs
Wuat Mary Saip at Our ENTERTAINMENT
Tue LITTLE SHEPHERDESS .
Dors Basy Know?
THe Littte Town-Maip
Eves
A Bit or MENDING
THE Basy’s REvERY .
A Star Story
THE QUEEN oF TOLOO
BaBYLAND .
Our PICTURES
Lirtte Wuire Liny .
Wuat Are Tuey?
Maryjorirz’s BONNET
THE SCHOOL
A WizarpD.
A CHANGE oF TUNE .
A Pretty AMBITION .
VALE OF CHILDHOOD . : , ; :
Mary E. Wilkins .
Mary A, Lathbury
Margaret Eytinge .
Flenrtetta L. Jamison
S. &. Smith, D. D.
Katherine Lee Bates
Margaret Sidney .
Grace H. Duffield
T. S. Crane .
Mary E. Wilkins .
Guy Wetmore Carryl
Clara J. Denton
Mrs. M. F. Butts
George MacDonald
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fitz-Hugh Ludlow
James Pennypacker
L. J. Bridgman
Mary E. Wilkins .
Jean Ingelow
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LULL IGIES AND: JINGLES
THE THREE MARGERY DAWS.
SEE-SAW, see-saw, up and down we gayly go!
See-saw, see-saw, it’s such a lovely teeter, O!
See-saw, see-saw, grass across a daisy-stalk —
Up and down the robins teetered with their silvery talk.
See-saw, see-saw! robins, they know how to play
See-saw, see-saw, as well as children any day;
See-saw, see-saw! lads and lassies, don’t you know,
Grass across a daisy-stalk makes a lovely teeter, O!
Mary E. Wilkins.
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A BIRD’S WAY.
“ ©, Rosins, on the apple boughs, come down — come down to tea,’
Cried Dolly by the garden wall; “ there’s quite enough for three
Of sugar-lumps and macaroons,
But as for cups and silver spoons,
Only enough for me.
“ Come down upon the garden wall, dear Robins, do,†she plead,
“ And take a sip of cambric tea.†But, ere the words were said,
Those robins vanished — every one,
And, on a tree-top in the sun,
They took a worm instead.
Mary A. Lathbury.
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“BUT—LET ME THINK.â€
I’p like to be a tiny bird, a tiny bird, a tiny bird,
With wings of red or wings of blue, flying about from tree to tree;
I'd sing the very sweetest song was ever heard, was ever heard,
And all the other birds should come to learn that song of me.
Or else I’d like to be a flow’r, a pretty flow’r, a pretty flow’r,
A cunning pansy or a pink, a wild rose or a daisy white;
I'd swing and dance with every show’r, with every show’r, with every show’r
That brought me sparkling drops of rain to make me sweet and bright.
Or I would be a merry brook, a merry brook, a merry brook
Running through meadows green, with skies as blue as violets overhead,
And grasses tall that bent to look, that bent to look, that bent to look
At me, and wondered greatly when they saw themselves instead.
But — let me think — would I? No, no, I wouldn’t be, I wouldn’t be
A tiny bird, or brook, or flow’r; for I can sing, and I can play,
And I can swing, and dance and see, and dance and see, and dance and see
The grass, the sky, the field and all around as well as they.
And they have no mamma to kiss, mamma to kiss, mamma to kiss,
And no papa to love, nor yet an aunt to call them “ pet†and “joy;â€
And so ’tis better far, I think, to stay like this, to stay like this,
And be a happy little child — a curly-headed boy.
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THE POKER AND THE TONGS.
One night beside the ingle-nook
The Poker and the Tongs
Sang merrily and cheerily
Their silly little songs:
“Full many a year we’ve dwelt it here
In joyous company ;
The Andirons tho’ they brightly shine
_. Are not more gay than we.
What tho’ we seem of somber hue
And somewhat dull when, lo!
Beside. us both the cviling log,
The living coal, doth glow.
Association is the half
Of life for each and all,
And quite the best of this we have
Whatever else befall.â€
So, there beside the ingle-nook,
The Poker and the Tongs
Sang merrily and cheerily
Their silly little songs.
WHAT MARY SAID AT OUR ENTERTAINMENT.
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THE LITTLE SHEPHERDESS.
SWEET innocent, whose rambling feet
Have left the bleating fold
To seek thy guardian’s gentle breast —
Whose love has made thee bold —
Teach me, with humble, simple trust,
In Jesus to confide,
Who as my watchful Shepherd lives,
Who for my cleansing died.
Sweet shepherd child, devoid of care,
And locked in slumber deep,
Not asking, Is there danger near?
Or who thy flock will keep.
Securely sleep on earth’s green breast —
Thyself a sparkling gem.
The heavenly Shepherd never sleeps;
God guards both thee and them.
DOES BABY KNOW?
’Tis not an earthly shepherd’s care
That saves from death and harm;
My human weakness needs to lean
On the almighty arm.
In every peril life shall bring,
Whate’er my wants may be,
Teach me to flee, in grateful trust,
Shepherd Divine, to thee.
S. F. Suitu, D. D.
DOES BABY KNOW?
Doss Baby know, when the day grows late,
Chilly and dim,
The Slumber Fairies, who stand and wait
Down in the street and beyond the gate,
Pass over the lawn, and open the door,
And steal across the nursery floor,
Looking for him ?
KATHERINE LEE BaTEs.
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Fragrant and sweet :
“Do flowers ever grow just for nothing
Right at our feet?â€
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Never a gay tumble in haymow,
To find new eggs:
“ Do hens grow hanging at the butcher-man’s
Down by their legs?â€
Never a sweet new bowl of milk
On flat door-stone :
“ Shall I always sit by the nursery table
Eating alone?â€
Never a chippering, rollicking note
Of bird or bee:
“ The canary is drefful stupid, an’ he
Won't sing to me.â€
Never a sleep so dewy and fresh
In cool green shade:
“ Must I always and ever get into this bed
You've just made?â€
EVES,
Never — O, little town maid! why reason
The problem out?
The “ Wherefores †of life are passing strange
Beyond a doubt;
And why sweet childhood’s dawning hours
Should prisoned be
Away from haunt of bird and flower,
Is deepest mystery.
MarGareT SIDNEY.
EYES.
THERE are eyes of black, and blue, and gray,
And eyes of sunny brown,
The great black eyes look fearless up,
And the sky-blue eyes look down.
And some look cross and some look sad,
And some look laughing, too,
But all look love to mamma’s eyes,
Black, brown, or gray, or blue.
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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, sweetheart ?â€
She was such a little einld
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 ?
Was she pausing, as a rosebud
Seems pausing while it grows?
Had I caught the blooming minute
Of a little maiden rose? .
Mary E. WItxins.
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THE QUEEN OF TOLOO.
Ou! the Queen of Toloo
Made a frightful ado ;
They ran to see what was the matter:
_ Her cup was upset,
No milk could she get,
And that was the cause of the clatter.
There were looks of dismay ;
But her maidens so gay
Flew down to the kitchen instanter,
And brought up some more,
Which she quickly did pour
From the mouth of the silver decanter.
But the Queen of Toloo
Cried, “ That will not do,
I tell you I want back the other.â€
Now what could they do
With this Queen of Toloo?
They sent her right in to her mother.
Ciara J. DENTON.
BABYLAND.,
How many miles to Babyland?
Any one can tell:
Up one flight
To your right —
Please to ring the bell.
‘What can you see in Babyland °
Little folks in white,
Downy heads,
Cradle-beds,
Faces pure and bright.
What do they do in Babyland?
Dream, and wake, and play,
Laugh and crow,
Shout and grow —
Jolly times have they.
What do they say in Babylandr
Why, the oddest things!
Might as well
Try to tell
What a birdie sings.
Who is the queen of Babyland?
Mother, kind and sweet;
And her love,
Born above, °
Guides the little feet.
Ga-Ghe wisest Child in the village sehoel
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OUR PICTURES.
One of these is I
And one is she;
Can anybody tell
Which is me?
Think about it fast
If you please;
We hate to wear such tangly
Things as these.
Just twin babies — can you guess
How it feels
To have long fussy skirts
Round our heels?
All the aunties and mammas
Dress this way;
And the mis-er-a-ble peoples
Who don’t play.
Aunty Grace dressed us up
For a show;
She says it is the style
To look so.
One of these is I
And one is she;
Can anybody tell
Which is me?
Mrs. M. F.. Butts.
LITTLE WHITE LILY.
LittLe white Lily
Sat by a stone,
Drooping and waiting
Till the sun shone.
Little white Lily
Sunshine has fed;
‘Little white Lily
Is lifting her head.
Little white Lily
Said, “It is good —
Little white Lily’s
Clothing and food.â€
Little white Lily
Drest like a bride!
Shining with whiteness,
And crowned beside!
LITTLE WHITE LILY.
Little white Lily
Droopeth with pain,
Waiting and waiting
For the wet rain.
Little white Lily
Holdeth her cup;
Rain is fast falling
And filling it up.
Little white Lily
Said, “ Good again —
When I am thirsty
To have fresh rain!
Now I am stronger ;
Now I am cool;
Heat cannot burn me,
My veins are so full.â€
Little white Lily
Smells very sweet ;
On her head sunshine,
Rain at her feet.
“ Thanks to the sunshine,
Thanks to the rain!
Little white Lily
Is happy again!â€
GeorGE MacDonatp.
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WHAT ARE THEY?
Wuat are these animals Dot says they’re hedgehogs ;
All in a row, Bob says they’re bears!
Covered with prickles? Toot says they’re fur caps
Any one know? That Jack Frost wears!
Each one has four feet, Now what would you say,
Each has a head, If you had found
Each has a funny tail . These four fuzzy balls
Of a dark red! Out on the ground?
\ARoJORIE.S BONNE
Pray, what shall go on it —
This white piqué bonnet
Fresh-ironed — a lily?
A daffy-down-dilly ?
A daisy? a red rose?
A pansy? a pink?
No, it does not need posies
At all, I think.
This pretty white bonnet
Needs nothing upon it;
It needs, just this minute,
Wee Marjorie’s head in it.
And then if the whole world
Should come out to see
It could find nothing anywhere
Sweeter than she.
THE SCHOOL.
“Lutte girl, where do you go to school,
And when do you go, little girl?
_ Over the grass, from dawn till dark,
Your feet are in a whul:
You and the cat jump here and there,
You and the robins sing;
But what do you know in the spelling-book ?
Have you ever learned anything?â€
Thus the little girl answered —
Only stopping to cling
To my finger a minute,
As a bird on the wing
Catches a twig of sumach,
And stops to twitter and swing —
“When the daisies’ eyes are a-twinkle
With happy tears of dew;
When swallows waken in the eaves,
And the lamb bleats to the ewe;
When the lawns are golden-barred,
And the kiss of the wind is cool;
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.
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A WIZARD.
Kind Nature is the Madame;
And the book whereout I spell
Is dog-eared by the brooks and glens,
Where I know the lesson well.â€
Thus the little girl answered,
In her musical outdoor 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.
Firz—Hucu Lup.iow.
A WIZARD.
’Twas a famous East Indian
wizard —
He could change a cow to a
lizard,
A fish to a squirrel,
Or, just by a twirl,
Make gold from a black hen’s
gizzard.
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Fell in with a Kansas blizzard;
They had a set-to,
And when they got through
He didn’t know “a†from “ iz-
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JAMES PENNYPACKER.
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A CHANGE OF TUNE.
“ Buzz, buzz, buzz,
You wretched little bee!
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
Don’t think you bother me.
“ Bow, wow, wow, =
Come, come, away with you!
Bow, wow, wow,
Or I'll snap you in two.
NEL Vi Sib
My nose, my swelling nose!
Yi, yi, yi,
It pains me to my toes.â€
A PRETTY AMBITION.
Tue mackerel-man drives down the street,
With mackerel to sell,
A-calling out with lusty shout :
“ Ha-il, Mack-e-rel !â€
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When I’m a man I mean to drive
A wagon full of posies, .
And sing so. sweet to-all I meet:
“ Hail, Hyacinths and Roses!â€
Mary E. WILKINS.
VALE OF CHILDHOOD.
Is it warm in that green valley,
Vale of Childhood, where you dwell ?
Is it calm in that green valley,
Round whose bourns such great hills swell ?
Are there giants in the valley —
Giants leaving footprints yet?
Are there angels in the valley ?
Tell me — I forget.
Jean INGELow.
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Llabivs fing
Te
>on acest ueioaonannibca armen
Pas Ne eka
ayer ntarpais Fle
Saaeniens re rere
-LULLABIES AND JINGLES
COMPILED AND ARRANGED BY
MARGARET SIDNEY
é BOSTON
D. LOTHROP COMPANY
CopYRIGHT, 1893
BY
D,. LoTHRoP CoMPANY.
All rights reserved.
Tue Turee Marcery Daws
A’ Birp’s Way
“ Bur—Let me THINK†.
THE POKER AND THE Toncs
Wuat Mary Saip at Our ENTERTAINMENT
Tue LITTLE SHEPHERDESS .
Dors Basy Know?
THe Littte Town-Maip
Eves
A Bit or MENDING
THE Basy’s REvERY .
A Star Story
THE QUEEN oF TOLOO
BaBYLAND .
Our PICTURES
Lirtte Wuire Liny .
Wuat Are Tuey?
Maryjorirz’s BONNET
THE SCHOOL
A WizarpD.
A CHANGE oF TUNE .
A Pretty AMBITION .
VALE OF CHILDHOOD . : , ; :
Mary E. Wilkins .
Mary A, Lathbury
Margaret Eytinge .
Flenrtetta L. Jamison
S. &. Smith, D. D.
Katherine Lee Bates
Margaret Sidney .
Grace H. Duffield
T. S. Crane .
Mary E. Wilkins .
Guy Wetmore Carryl
Clara J. Denton
Mrs. M. F. Butts
George MacDonald
CDS B: :
fitz-Hugh Ludlow
James Pennypacker
L. J. Bridgman
Mary E. Wilkins .
Jean Ingelow
ou won nn
Io
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55
16
17
18
_ 19
20
23
24
26
27
28
29
30
3I
32
LULL IGIES AND: JINGLES
THE THREE MARGERY DAWS.
SEE-SAW, see-saw, up and down we gayly go!
See-saw, see-saw, it’s such a lovely teeter, O!
See-saw, see-saw, grass across a daisy-stalk —
Up and down the robins teetered with their silvery talk.
See-saw, see-saw! robins, they know how to play
See-saw, see-saw, as well as children any day;
See-saw, see-saw! lads and lassies, don’t you know,
Grass across a daisy-stalk makes a lovely teeter, O!
Mary E. Wilkins.
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AF eee eseir® MALU UNE, ag Rey Be kG tee Renter Serene WT a reper
:
A BIRD’S WAY.
“ ©, Rosins, on the apple boughs, come down — come down to tea,’
Cried Dolly by the garden wall; “ there’s quite enough for three
Of sugar-lumps and macaroons,
But as for cups and silver spoons,
Only enough for me.
“ Come down upon the garden wall, dear Robins, do,†she plead,
“ And take a sip of cambric tea.†But, ere the words were said,
Those robins vanished — every one,
And, on a tree-top in the sun,
They took a worm instead.
Mary A. Lathbury.
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SM — Ze iM, aX !
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“BUT—LET ME THINK.â€
I’p like to be a tiny bird, a tiny bird, a tiny bird,
With wings of red or wings of blue, flying about from tree to tree;
I'd sing the very sweetest song was ever heard, was ever heard,
And all the other birds should come to learn that song of me.
Or else I’d like to be a flow’r, a pretty flow’r, a pretty flow’r,
A cunning pansy or a pink, a wild rose or a daisy white;
I'd swing and dance with every show’r, with every show’r, with every show’r
That brought me sparkling drops of rain to make me sweet and bright.
Or I would be a merry brook, a merry brook, a merry brook
Running through meadows green, with skies as blue as violets overhead,
And grasses tall that bent to look, that bent to look, that bent to look
At me, and wondered greatly when they saw themselves instead.
But — let me think — would I? No, no, I wouldn’t be, I wouldn’t be
A tiny bird, or brook, or flow’r; for I can sing, and I can play,
And I can swing, and dance and see, and dance and see, and dance and see
The grass, the sky, the field and all around as well as they.
And they have no mamma to kiss, mamma to kiss, mamma to kiss,
And no papa to love, nor yet an aunt to call them “ pet†and “joy;â€
And so ’tis better far, I think, to stay like this, to stay like this,
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One night beside the ingle-nook
The Poker and the Tongs
Sang merrily and cheerily
Their silly little songs:
“Full many a year we’ve dwelt it here
In joyous company ;
The Andirons tho’ they brightly shine
_. Are not more gay than we.
What tho’ we seem of somber hue
And somewhat dull when, lo!
Beside. us both the cviling log,
The living coal, doth glow.
Association is the half
Of life for each and all,
And quite the best of this we have
Whatever else befall.â€
So, there beside the ingle-nook,
The Poker and the Tongs
Sang merrily and cheerily
Their silly little songs.
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THE LITTLE SHEPHERDESS.
SWEET innocent, whose rambling feet
Have left the bleating fold
To seek thy guardian’s gentle breast —
Whose love has made thee bold —
Teach me, with humble, simple trust,
In Jesus to confide,
Who as my watchful Shepherd lives,
Who for my cleansing died.
Sweet shepherd child, devoid of care,
And locked in slumber deep,
Not asking, Is there danger near?
Or who thy flock will keep.
Securely sleep on earth’s green breast —
Thyself a sparkling gem.
The heavenly Shepherd never sleeps;
God guards both thee and them.
DOES BABY KNOW?
’Tis not an earthly shepherd’s care
That saves from death and harm;
My human weakness needs to lean
On the almighty arm.
In every peril life shall bring,
Whate’er my wants may be,
Teach me to flee, in grateful trust,
Shepherd Divine, to thee.
S. F. Suitu, D. D.
DOES BABY KNOW?
Doss Baby know, when the day grows late,
Chilly and dim,
The Slumber Fairies, who stand and wait
Down in the street and beyond the gate,
Pass over the lawn, and open the door,
And steal across the nursery floor,
Looking for him ?
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“Do flowers ever grow just for nothing
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To find new eggs:
“ Do hens grow hanging at the butcher-man’s
Down by their legs?â€
Never a sweet new bowl of milk
On flat door-stone :
“ Shall I always sit by the nursery table
Eating alone?â€
Never a chippering, rollicking note
Of bird or bee:
“ The canary is drefful stupid, an’ he
Won't sing to me.â€
Never a sleep so dewy and fresh
In cool green shade:
“ Must I always and ever get into this bed
You've just made?â€
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The problem out?
The “ Wherefores †of life are passing strange
Beyond a doubt;
And why sweet childhood’s dawning hours
Should prisoned be
Away from haunt of bird and flower,
Is deepest mystery.
MarGareT SIDNEY.
EYES.
THERE are eyes of black, and blue, and gray,
And eyes of sunny brown,
The great black eyes look fearless up,
And the sky-blue eyes look down.
And some look cross and some look sad,
And some look laughing, too,
But all look love to mamma’s eyes,
Black, brown, or gray, or blue.
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THE BABY’S REVERY.
AN exquisite little maiden,
With a head like a golden flower,
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In the still, white twilight hour.
« And what are you thinking, sweetheart ?â€
She was such a little einld
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 ?
Was she pausing, as a rosebud
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Had I caught the blooming minute
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THE QUEEN OF TOLOO.
Ou! the Queen of Toloo
Made a frightful ado ;
They ran to see what was the matter:
_ Her cup was upset,
No milk could she get,
And that was the cause of the clatter.
There were looks of dismay ;
But her maidens so gay
Flew down to the kitchen instanter,
And brought up some more,
Which she quickly did pour
From the mouth of the silver decanter.
But the Queen of Toloo
Cried, “ That will not do,
I tell you I want back the other.â€
Now what could they do
With this Queen of Toloo?
They sent her right in to her mother.
Ciara J. DENTON.
BABYLAND.,
How many miles to Babyland?
Any one can tell:
Up one flight
To your right —
Please to ring the bell.
‘What can you see in Babyland °
Little folks in white,
Downy heads,
Cradle-beds,
Faces pure and bright.
What do they do in Babyland?
Dream, and wake, and play,
Laugh and crow,
Shout and grow —
Jolly times have they.
What do they say in Babylandr
Why, the oddest things!
Might as well
Try to tell
What a birdie sings.
Who is the queen of Babyland?
Mother, kind and sweet;
And her love,
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And one is she;
Can anybody tell
Which is me?
Think about it fast
If you please;
We hate to wear such tangly
Things as these.
Just twin babies — can you guess
How it feels
To have long fussy skirts
Round our heels?
All the aunties and mammas
Dress this way;
And the mis-er-a-ble peoples
Who don’t play.
Aunty Grace dressed us up
For a show;
She says it is the style
To look so.
One of these is I
And one is she;
Can anybody tell
Which is me?
Mrs. M. F.. Butts.
LITTLE WHITE LILY.
LittLe white Lily
Sat by a stone,
Drooping and waiting
Till the sun shone.
Little white Lily
Sunshine has fed;
‘Little white Lily
Is lifting her head.
Little white Lily
Said, “It is good —
Little white Lily’s
Clothing and food.â€
Little white Lily
Drest like a bride!
Shining with whiteness,
And crowned beside!
LITTLE WHITE LILY.
Little white Lily
Droopeth with pain,
Waiting and waiting
For the wet rain.
Little white Lily
Holdeth her cup;
Rain is fast falling
And filling it up.
Little white Lily
Said, “ Good again —
When I am thirsty
To have fresh rain!
Now I am stronger ;
Now I am cool;
Heat cannot burn me,
My veins are so full.â€
Little white Lily
Smells very sweet ;
On her head sunshine,
Rain at her feet.
“ Thanks to the sunshine,
Thanks to the rain!
Little white Lily
Is happy again!â€
GeorGE MacDonatp.
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WHAT ARE THEY?
Wuat are these animals Dot says they’re hedgehogs ;
All in a row, Bob says they’re bears!
Covered with prickles? Toot says they’re fur caps
Any one know? That Jack Frost wears!
Each one has four feet, Now what would you say,
Each has a head, If you had found
Each has a funny tail . These four fuzzy balls
Of a dark red! Out on the ground?
\ARoJORIE.S BONNE
Pray, what shall go on it —
This white piqué bonnet
Fresh-ironed — a lily?
A daffy-down-dilly ?
A daisy? a red rose?
A pansy? a pink?
No, it does not need posies
At all, I think.
This pretty white bonnet
Needs nothing upon it;
It needs, just this minute,
Wee Marjorie’s head in it.
And then if the whole world
Should come out to see
It could find nothing anywhere
Sweeter than she.
THE SCHOOL.
“Lutte girl, where do you go to school,
And when do you go, little girl?
_ Over the grass, from dawn till dark,
Your feet are in a whul:
You and the cat jump here and there,
You and the robins sing;
But what do you know in the spelling-book ?
Have you ever learned anything?â€
Thus the little girl answered —
Only stopping to cling
To my finger a minute,
As a bird on the wing
Catches a twig of sumach,
And stops to twitter and swing —
“When the daisies’ eyes are a-twinkle
With happy tears of dew;
When swallows waken in the eaves,
And the lamb bleats to the ewe;
When the lawns are golden-barred,
And the kiss of the wind is cool;
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.
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Kind Nature is the Madame;
And the book whereout I spell
Is dog-eared by the brooks and glens,
Where I know the lesson well.â€
Thus the little girl answered,
In her musical outdoor 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.
Firz—Hucu Lup.iow.
A WIZARD.
’Twas a famous East Indian
wizard —
He could change a cow to a
lizard,
A fish to a squirrel,
Or, just by a twirl,
Make gold from a black hen’s
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Fell in with a Kansas blizzard;
They had a set-to,
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JAMES PENNYPACKER.
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A CHANGE OF TUNE.
“ Buzz, buzz, buzz,
You wretched little bee!
Buzz, buzz, buzz,
Don’t think you bother me.
“ Bow, wow, wow, =
Come, come, away with you!
Bow, wow, wow,
Or I'll snap you in two.
NEL Vi Sib
My nose, my swelling nose!
Yi, yi, yi,
It pains me to my toes.â€
A PRETTY AMBITION.
Tue mackerel-man drives down the street,
With mackerel to sell,
A-calling out with lusty shout :
“ Ha-il, Mack-e-rel !â€
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When I’m a man I mean to drive
A wagon full of posies, .
And sing so. sweet to-all I meet:
“ Hail, Hyacinths and Roses!â€
Mary E. WILKINS.
VALE OF CHILDHOOD.
Is it warm in that green valley,
Vale of Childhood, where you dwell ?
Is it calm in that green valley,
Round whose bourns such great hills swell ?
Are there giants in the valley —
Giants leaving footprints yet?
Are there angels in the valley ?
Tell me — I forget.
Jean INGELow.
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