Sleep, baby, sleep, No longer weep; Life has many a raging billow- Hastings' "Nursery Songs." HUSHABY. Hushaby, hushaby, Baby, do not weep; Hushaby, hushaby, Now thine eyelids close; Hushaby, hushaby, Think of no alarm; Angel spirits round thee fly, Hushaby, hushaby, Slumber sweet be given; Precious gift from heaven. Hastings' "Nursery Songs "What is this pretty little thing, "Oh dear, how very soft its cheek; Why, nurse, I cannot make it speak, And it can't walk, it is so weak. `Poor baby! "Oh, I'm afraid that it will die; Why can't it eat as well as I, And jump, and talk? Do let it try. Poor baby!" Songs. MY LITTLE BROTHER. Little brother, darling boy, When your smiling face I see. How I wish that you could speak, To amuse you every day: 2 All about the honey-bees, Flying past us in thẻ sun; Birds that sing among the trees, Lambs that in the meadows run. I'll be very kind to you, Never strike or make you cry, Shake your rattle-here it is- Mary Lundie Duncan GOOD BOY. When little Ned was sent to bed, He kissed mamma and then papa, He made no noise, like naughty boys, But, glad I am to say, Directly went when he was sent, Undressed, and knelt to pray. |