ONE OF OUR PETS. DARLING little Rosie, Romping in the lane; Gathering a posy, As pretty as her name, To please papa when he comes home at evening. And would rather do and die than aught should hurt her. Find friends as kind and true as puss and Tinker. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD. A KING and a queen had a beautiful daughter, A sweet little babe I am sure you'd have thought her; By notes on pink paper, with gold pens indited. A feast was prepared, seven fairies were there, But lo! there is thunder, and down from the skies A big fiery dragon with lightning-flash flies; A fairy dismounts, who, howe'er they dissemble, Makes the whole court, the king, and fair queen to tremble. "A meeting of fairies, and I uninvited; Not tamely will I thus submit to be slighted! "Our daughter shall learn music, drawing, and French; You see, she'd not learnt that she scratched herself sadly. |