MY BABY BROTHER.
dear mamma, where are you gone?
Come, see the baby stand alone;
And only think-indeed, 'tis truth-
I can just feel a little tooth.
"Look at his pretty shining hair,
His cheeks so red, his skin so fair;
His curly ringlets, just like flax;
His little bosom, just like wax.
"O, how I long till he can talk,
And then I'll long till he can walk,
And then I'll long till he can play
When we have said our tasks each day.
"I think he's growing very wise; Now, don't you think so?" Julia cries: Then to the cradle off she ran,
To kiss the little baby-man.
How I love my tender mother,
How I love my father dear;
How I love my little brother,
And my gentle sister here:
They are all both kind and true,
And they dearly love me too.
Be my neighbor proud or lowly,
He shall my affection share;
Be he sinful, be he holy,`
He may claim my earnest prayer:
Let me not unfeeling prove,
Nor myself too dearly love.
But of all affection given,
God on high demands the most;
God the Father in the heaven,
God the Son, and Holy Ghost:
Three in one, and One in three,
Be thou all in all to me.
Hastings "Nursery Songs."
KINDNESS TO ANIMALS.
I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm;
So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But pussy and I very gently will play:
She shall sit by my side, and I'll give her some
food,
And she'll love me, because I am gentle and good.
I'll pat little pussy, and then she will purr, And thus show her thanks for my kindness to
I'll not pinch her ears, or tread on her paw, Lest I should provoke her to use her sharp claw: I never will vex her, nor make her displeased, For pussy don't like to be worried and teased.
Jingle, jingle, go the bells;
A right good time have we,
Over the valleys and over the hills,
Dear grandmamma to see.
The day is bright, and away we go
As swift as swift can be,
Over the smoothly trodden snow,
Dear grandmamma to see.
And look, do look, for there she stands,
Aunt Mary by her side,
To welcome us with outstretched hands
After our pleasant ride.
And there is George and Carlo too,
For they heard the tell-tale bells,
As over the shining road we flew,
And down the slippery hills.
CHERRIES ARE RIPE.
Cherries are ripe,
Cherries are ripe,
O give the baby one;
Cherries are ripe,
Cherries are ripe,
But baby shall have none:
Babies are too young to choose,
Cherries are too sour to use;
But by and by,
Made in a pie,
No one will them refuse.
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