Folded hands, saying prayers; Thinks it odd, smiles away; Bed-gown white, kiss Dolly; Fast asleep, as you see; Heaven keep my girl for me! -"Lilliput Levee." MY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING. "WHAT are you good for, my brave little man? Over the carpet the dear little feet Came with a patter to climb on my seat; "Hey! Willie Winkie, The dog is lying on the floor Anything but sleep, you rogue! Rattling in an iron jug With an iron spoon ; Rumbling, tumbling all about, Screaming like I don't know what, Waking sleeping folk. "Hey! Willie Winkie, Pulling at the cat's ear, Wearied is the mother Before he'll close an e'e; But a kiss from off his rosy lips Gives strength anew to me. -William Miller. CHOOSING A NAME. I HAVE got a new-born sister. How papa's dear eyes did glisten !- I shall have the naming of her. Now, I wonder what would please her- Ann and Mary they're too common; They would say, if 'twas Rebecca, Edith's pretty, but that looks Better in old English books Ellen's left off long ago; ; Blanche is out of fashion now. What do you think of Caroline? I am in a little fever Lest the name that I should give her Mary Lamb. |