Sleep, baby, sleep, No longer weep; Hastings'"Nursery Songs." HUSHABY. Hushaby, hushaby, Baby, do not weep; Softly, softly sleep. Hushaby, hushaby, Now thine eyelids close ; Watches thy repose. Hushaby, hushaby, Think of no alarm; Guarding thee from harm. Hushaby, hushaby, Slumber sweet be given; Hastings?“ Nursery Songs' BABY. A baby! Poor baby! “Oh, I'm afraid that it will die; Why can't it eat as well as I, Poor baby!" Little brother, darling boy, You are very dear to me; When your smiling face I see. How I wish that you could speak, And could know the words I say ; Pretty stories I would seek, To amuse you every day: Songs. All about the honey-bees, Flying past us in the sun; Lambs that in the meadows run. , I'll be very kind to you, Never strike or make you cry, Quite forgetting God is nigh. Shake your rattle—here it is— Listen to its merry noise ; Mary Lundie Duncan GOOD BOY. When little Ned was sent to bed, He always acted right; And wished them both good-night. He made no noise, like naughty boys, But, glad I am to say, Undressed, and knelt to pray. |