And, shivering on the corner, stood A child of four, or over; No cloak or hat her small, soft arms Her dimpled face was stained with tears; And, one hand round her treasure, while 66 66 'Oh! please, I want my mother." 'Tell me your street and number, pet. Don't cry I'll take you to it." : Sobbing, she answered, "I forget: "He came and played at Miller's step, - I followed down the street because I've walked about a hundred hours From one street to another; The monkey 's gone; I've spoilt my flowers ;Oh please I want my mother." "But what's your mother's name? and what The street? Now think a minute." Or new, not like the others?" “I guess you mean my trundle-bed, Mine and my little brother's. "Oh dear! I ought to be at home And we are both such players; The sky grew stormy; people passed I tied a kerchief round her neck : "What ribbon's this, my blossom? " A card with number, street, and name! 66 My eyes astonished met it ; For," said the little one, "you see I might some time forget it, And so I wear a little thing For mother says she 's very sure, I should get lost without it." Eliza Sproat Turner. THE JOHNNY-CAKE. LITTLE Sarah she stood by her grandmother's bed, "And what shall I get for your breakfast?" she said. "You shall get me a johnny-cake: quickly go make it, In one minute mix, and in two minutes bake it.” So Sarah she went to the closet to see If yet any meal in the barrel might be. The barrel had long time been empty as wind; Not a speck of the bright yellow meal could she find. But grandmother's johnny-cake-still she must make it, In one minute mix, and in two minutes bake it. She ran to the shop; but the shopkeeper said, "I have none Then Sarah she ran every step of the way, She ran to the cornfield - the corn had not grown, Though the sun in the blue sky all pleasantly shone. "Pretty sun," cried the maiden, "please make the corn grow." 66 'Pretty maid," the sun answered, "I cannot do so." "Then grandmother's johnny-cake, how shall I make it, In one minute mix, and in two minutes bake it?" Then Sarah looked round, and she saw what was wanted; The farmer he laughed, and he laughed out aloud, 66 And how can I plant till the earth has been ploughed ? Run, run to the ploughman, and bring him with speed; He'll plough up the ground, and I'll fill it with seed." Away, then, ran Sarah, still hoping to make it, In one minute mix, and in two minutes bake it. The ploughman he ploughed, and the grain it was sowni, THANKSGIVING-DAY. OVER the river and through the wood, To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the wood Oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes And bites the nose, As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the wood, To have a first-rate play. Hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ding!" Hurrah for Thanksgiving-Day! Over the river and through the wood Like a hunting-hound! For this is Thanksgiving-Day. Over the river and through the wood, It is so hard to wait! Over the river and through the wood Now grandmother's cap I spy! Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie! L. Maria Child. |