Krinken was a little child,— It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white arms out to hi… Calling, “Sun-child, come to me;

Keep me, I pray, in wisdom’s way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,— My purse is light, my flesh is wea… So banish from my erring heart

In Mrs. Potter’s latest play The costuming is fine; Her waist is made decollete— Her skirt is new design.

When baby wakes of mornings, Then it’s wake, ye people all! For another day Of song and play Has come at our darling’s call!

Fair is the castle up on the hill— Hushaby, sweet my own! The night is fair, and the waves a… And the wind is singing to you and… In this lowly home beside the sea—

The day is done; and, lo! the shad… Melt 'neath Diana’s mellow grace. Hark, how those deep, designing ma… Feign terror in this sylvan place! Come, friends, it’s time that we s…

When, to despoil my native France… With flaming torch and cruel sword And boisterous drums her foeman co… I curse him and his vandal horde! Yet, what avail accrues to her,

The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fe… And there befell the episode I no… 'T wuz in the year uv sixty-nine,—… There hove in sight one afternoon… His name wuz Silas Pettibone,—a’…

If our own life is the life of a f… (And that’s what some sages are th… We should moisten the bud with a h… And 'twill bloom all the sweeter— Yes, life’s the completer

See, what a wonderful garden is he… Planted and trimmed for my Little… Posies so gaudy and grass of such… Search ye the country and hunt ye… And never ye’ll meet with a garden…

Come hither, lyttel childe, and li… For yonder fares an angell yclad i… And yonder sings ye angell as onel… And his songe ben of a garden that… To them that have no lyttel childe…

A little boy whose name was Tim Once ate some jelly-cake for tea— Which cake did not agree with him, As by the sequel you shall see. ‘My darling child,’ his mother sai…

Krinken was a little child,- It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white arms out to hi… Calling, ‘Sun-child, come to me;

I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and w… And when, affright, I call to The… It calms my fears and whispers me,

I ain’t afeard uv snakes, or toads… An’ things 'at girls are skeered u… I’m pretty brave, I guess; an’ ye… For, when I’m tucked up warm an’… Mother tells me “Happy dreams!” a…