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THE poems in this little book have been collected and printed for you. If you read them often, over and over again, they will be a great help to you. They will help you to speak and to write well, and they will bring good thoughts to your mind. If you learn “by heart ” those you like best, it will help to make your memory strong, and you will remember some of them all through your life. As you read the poems you will find some that you want to say aloud or to sing. Say them aloud, or sing them if you please. Ask your teacher to put these down to be talked about and learnt in class. She may have music for some ; these you may learn to sing.

Some poems have a little story hidden away in them. Try to find out all about this story, and tell it in your own way. Write it down, and you will see that there are two different ways of telling a story. When you have written your story, read the poem over again, and you will begin to see how clever was the person who told the story in the poem. Look carefully at the name of this person; you may see it often as you grow older and read a great deal' more than you do now. Ask your teacher to take a reading lesson from the poetry book now and then, and not to mind if you read in a “ sing-song ” way at first. You will read well when you have learned to love the poems.

A. W.

September 20th, 1909.

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0 hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight, Thy mother a lady both lovely and bright :

The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,

They are all belonging, dear babv, to thee.

0 fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,

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It calls but the warders that guard thy repose ;

The woods o.nd the glens from the towers which we sec.”

Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red.

Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.

0 hush thee, mv baby, the time will soon come

When thv sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum.

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,

For strife comes with manhood and waking with day.

Sir Walter Scott.

Sire : father.

Knight : a soldier of high rank. Woods : forests.

Glens : narrow valleys. Warders: guards, soldiers. Blades : swords.

Foeman : enemy.

Strife : fighting.


Sweet and low, sweet and low,

Wind of the western sea,

Low, low, breathe and blow,

Wind of the western sea !

Over the rolling waters go,

Come from the dying moon, and blow,

Blow him again to me ;

While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps*

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ;


While my pretty one sleeps."

Rest, rest, on mother’s breast, Father will come to thee soon ;

Father will come to his babe in the nest Silver sails all out of the west,

Under the silver moon :

While ray little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

Lord Tennyson.


How manv miles to Babv-land ?

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Anyone can tell ;

Up one flight To your right—

Please to ring the bell !

What can you see in Baby-land ? Little folks in white ;

Downy heads.

Cradled beds,

Faces pure and bright.

What do they do in Baby-land ? Dream and wake and play, Laugh and crow,

Shout and grow—

Jolly times have they.

What do they say in Baby-laud (

Why, the oddest things !

Might as well Try to tell

What the baby sings !

Who is the queen of Baby-land ?

Mother, kind and sweet ;

And her love.

Born above,

Guides the little feet.

Eugene Field.


Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe—

Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew.

The old moon laughed and sang a song As they rocked in the wooden shoe,

And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew.

All night long their nets they threw For the fish in the twinkling foam,

Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home.

Wvnken and Blynken are two little eyes,

And Nod is a little head,

And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle bed.

So shut your eves while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be,

And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea,

Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen thre< Wyxkex, Blyxkex, and Nod.

Eugene Field.


Eight into our house one day A dear little angel came ;

I ran, and said to him softly,

“ Little angel, what is your name ? ”

lie said not a word in answer,

But smiled a beautiful smile ;

Then 1 said, “ May I go home with you ? Shall you go in a little while? ”

But mamma said, “ Dear little angel, Don’t leave us ; oh! always stay !

We will all of us love you dearly,

Sweet angel, oh ! don’t go away ! ”

So he staved, and lie staved, and we love him As we could not have loved another.

Do you want to know what his name is ?

His name is—my little brother !

E. Prentiss.


Five little brothers set out together To journey the livelong day.

In a curious carriage all made of leather They hurried away, away !

One big brother and three quite small,

And one wee fellow, no size at all.

The carriage was dark and none too roomy,

And they could not move about ;

The five little brothers grew very gloomy,

And the wee one began to pout.

Till the biggest one whispered, “ What do you say ?

Let’s leave the carriage and run away.”

So out they scampered, the five together,

And off and away they sped ;

When somebodv found that leather carriage,

Oh, how she did shake her head.

'Twas her little boy’s shoe, as everyone knows,

And the five little brothers were five little toes.

Live-long day : the whole of the day.

Cu-ri-ous: odd.

Gloomy : sorrowful.


This is little Tommv Thumb, Round and smooth as any plum. This is busy Peter Pointer ; Surely he's a double-jointer.

This is mighty Toby Tall,

He’s the biggest one of all.

This is dainty Reuben Ring ; He’s too fine for anything.

And this little wee one, may be, Is the pretty Finger Baby.

All the five we’ve counted now, Busv fingers in a row.

Every finger knows the way How to work and how to play ; Yet together they work best, Every one helps all the rest.


Where did you come from, baby dear ?

“ Out of the everywhere into here.”

W here did you get those eyes so blue ?

“ Out of the sky as I came through.”

W hat makes the light in them sparkle and spin ? “ Some of the starry spikes left in.”

Where did you get that little tear ?

“ 1 found it waiting when I got here/'

What makes your forehead so smooth and high “ A soft hand stroked it as I went by.”

What makes your cheek like a warm, white rose “ I saw something better than anyone knows

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss ?

“ Three angels gave me at once a kiss. '

Where did you get this pearly ear ?

“ God spoke, and it came out to hear.”

Where did you get those arms and hands (

Love made itself into bonds and bands.”

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things ” From the same box as the cherubs' wings.'

How did they all just come to be you ?

“ God thought about me, and so I grew."

But how did you come to us, you dear God thought about you, and so I am here.”

Geo. MacDonald.


A little lass with golden hair,

A little lass with brown,

A little lass with raven locks,

Went tripping into town.

“ I like the golden hair the best! ”

14 And I prefer the brown !”

4t And I the black ! ” three sparrows said, Three spaiTOws of the town.

“ Tu-whit! tu-whoo ! ” an old owl cried From the belfrv in the town ;

Glad-hearted lasses need not mind If locks be gold, black, brown !

Tu-whit! tu-whoo ! So fast, so fast The sands of life run down ;

And soon, so soon, three white-haired dames Will totter through the town.

Gone then for aye the raven locks,

The golden hair, the brown ;

And she will fairest be whose face Has never worn a frown !


Aye : pronounced a ; it means for ever.


There was once a small child Who would never say “ Please,"

I believe, if you even

Went down on your knees ;

But, her arms on the table,

Would sit at her ease And call out to her mother In such words as these :

“ I want some potatoes ! "

“ Give me some peas ! "

“ Hand me the butter ! "

‘‘ Cut me some cheese ! "

So the fairies, this very Rude daughter to tease,

Once blew her away In a powerful breeze,

Over the mountains And over the seas,

To a valley where never A dinner she sees ;

But down with the ants,

The wasps, and the bees,

In the woods she must live

Till she learns to say “ Please."



“ I love you, mother,’* said merry John ;

Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on,

And he was off to the garden swing,

And left her the wood and water to bring.

“ I love vou, mother,” said rosy Nell;

“ I love vou better than tongue can tell.”

Yet she teased and pouted half the day,

Till her mother was glad when she went to play.

“ I love you, mother,” said little Fan ;

“ To-day I’ll help you all I can.

How glad I am tis a holiday,”

And she made the baby laugh with her play.

Then, stepping lightly, she fetched the broom, And swept the floor and tidied the room.

Busy and happy all day was she,

Helpful and merry as child could be.

“ I love you, mother,’’ again they said,

Three little children going to bed.

How do you think the mother guessed Which of them really loved her best?


This sweet little song is taken from a much longer poem of Tennyson’s called “Sea Dreams.” In a cradle by the side of a mother’s bed a little baby is sleeping. In the night it begins to cry, and, reaching out her arm, the mother rocks the cradle gently and softly as she sings the following song. Then, when the little one is hushed, she quietlv says, “She sleeps: lot us too let all evil, sleep.”

What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ?

Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away.

Birdie, rest a little longer,

Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer,

Then she flies awav.


“ IV hat does little birdie say.”

What does little baby say,

In her bed at peep of day ?

Baby says, like little birdie Let me rise and fly away.

Baby, sleep a little longer,

Till the little limbs are stronger.

If she sleeps a little longer,

Baby too shall fly away.    Tennyson.


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I once had a sweet little doll, dears,

The prettiest doll in the world ;

Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,. And her hair was so charmingly curled.

I found my poor little doll, dears."

But I lost my poor little doll, dears,

As I played on the heath one day;

And I cried for more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay.

1 found my poor little doll, dears,

As I played on the heath one day :

Folks say she is terribly changed, dears.

For her paint is all washed away,

And her arm trodden off by the cows, dears, And her hair not the least bit curled ;

Yet for old sakes' sake she is still, dears,

The prettiest doll in the world.

Oh as. Kingslky.


As 1 sat on a little stool at her knee.,

This is the tale my granny told me

Of six frisky mouses—no, mice it should be—

And the fluffy brown owl in the old elm tree.

Six little mice, they lived in a wood ;

Six little mice, so pretty and good ;

Their tails were long and their eyes were bright, And they loved to frisk in the clear moonlight.

Old Mrs. Mousie, she shook her head ;

My dears, you’re safer by far in bed ;

Now trust your mother, she’s old and wise,

And she fears the owl with the big brown eyes."

The six little mice all looked sedate,

And declared they would never stay out so late But the very next time the moon shone bright They forgot, they did, and stole out at night.

What a game they had ! It was famous fun Hither and thither to skip and run;

Little they guessed that the big brown owl Was dying that way on his midnight prowl.

He pounced on one and he pounced on two, With a loud tu-whit and a hoarse tu-whoo ; And he carried them off, that owl so brown. While their poor little tails hung dangling dow Away they scampered, the frightened four,

But two little mice will come home no more ; And the owl’s brown babies up in the tree Had mouse for dinner and mouse for tea.

Sedate : very calm in manner.

Prowl : looking out for prey.


Three little boys talked together One sunny summer day,

And I leaned out of the window To hear what they did say.

“ The prettiest thing I ever saw,”

One of the little boys said,

“ Was a bird in grandpa’s garden,

All black and white and red.”

“ The prettiest thing I ever saw,”

Said the second little bov,

“ Was a pony at the circus No bigger than a toy.”

“ I think,” said the third little fellow, With a grave and gentle grace,

“ The prettiest thing in the world Is just my mother’s face.”


The Fisher Boy lightly leaps to his boat,

For he loves the sea right well;

The gulls scream loud, but the wind blows soft, And the blue waves gently swell.

The Fisher Boy laughs as he grasps his oar,

And he sings as he rows along ;

For the sunset glows, and the sky is clear,

And he knows that his boat is strong.


The fishing boats swiftly shoot through the bay, And they steer for the open sea;

The fleet parts wide, and the nets are cast,

And the stars blink hazily.

The Fisher Boy happily smiles as the crew Haul aboard the glittering heap,

And the boat sinks lower, and lower vet,


With the harvest of the deep.

The Fisher Boy keenly marks in the night Each changing mood and sound;

Now the gulls screech louder, and the winds blow fierce,

And the dark waves surge around.

But the Fisher Boy fears no danger then On the ocean broad and free ;

For the boat is strong, and the harbour near,

And the Fisher Boy loves the sea.

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Grandpapa's spectacles cannot be found :

He has searched all the rooms, high and low, round and round ;

Now he calls ro the young ones, and what does he say ? “ Twopence for the child who will find them to-day.” Then Henry and Nellie, and Edward all ran,

And a most thorough hunt for the glasses began : And dear little Nell, in her generous way.

Said.I II look for them. Grandpa, without any pay ! ” All through the big Bible she searches with care.

That lies on the table by Grandpapa s chair.

They feel in his pockets, they peep in his hat,

They pull out the sofa, they shake out the mat :

Then down on all fours, like two good-natured bears, Go Harry and Ned, under tables and chairs :

Till quite out of breath Ned is heard to declare He believes that those glasses are not anywhere ;

But Nellie, who, leaning on Grandpapa's knee.

Was thinking most earnestly where they could be, Looked suddenly up in the kind, faded eyes.

And her innocent brown ones grew big with surprise ; She clapped both her hands ; all her dimples came out; She turned to the boys with a bright, roguish shout : “ You may leave off your looking, both Harry and Ned, For there are the glasses on Grandpapa’s head ! "

Gen er ous : kind.

In no cent: harmless; free fiom wrong.

Ro guish : full of fun.


A little boat in a cave,

And a child there fast asleep,    .

Floating out on a wave,

Out to the perilous deep,

Out to the living waters,

That brightly dance and gleam

And dart their foam about him,


To wake him from his dream.

He rubs his pretty eyes,

He shakes his curly head,

And says, with great surprise,

“Why, I’m not asleep in bed ! ”

The boat is rising and sinking Over the sailors’ graves ;

And he laughs out, “ Isn’t it nice, Playing see-saw with the waves ? ”

Alas ! he little thinks

Of the grief on the far-off sands, Where his mother trembles and shrinks, And his sister wrings her hands Watching in speechless terror The boat and the flaxen head.

Is there no hope of succour?

Must they see him drowned or dead ?

They see him living now,

Living and jumping about;

He stands on the giddy prow,

With a merry laugh and shout.

Oh ! spare him ! spare him ! spare him !

Spare him, thou cruel deep !

The child is swept from the prow,

And the wild waves dance and leap.

They run to the edge of the

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They stretch out their arms to him ;

Knee-deep they wade, and more;

But alas ! they cannot swim. Their pretty, pretty darling ! His little hat floats by ;

They see his frightened face ;

They hear his drowning cry.

Something warm and strong Dashes before them then,

Hairy and curly and strong,

And brave as a dozen men ;

Bounding, panting, gasping,

Rushing straight as a dart ;

Ready to die in the cause—

A dog with a loyal heart.

He fights with the fighting sea,

He grandly wins his prize !

Mother ! he brings it thee With triumph in his eyes.

He brings it thee, 0 mother !

His burden pretty and pale ;

He lays it down at thy feet,

And wags his honest old tail.

O dog, so faithful and bold !

0 dog, so tender and true !

You shall wear a collar of gold,

And a crown, if you like it, too.

0 Ranger ! in love and honour Your name shall be handed down ;

And children’s hearts shall beat At the tale of your renown.

—Poems Jor a Child.

Cave: a large hole or chamber in the rocks near the sea. Perilous : dangerous.

Sailors’ graves : the bottom of the sea, where sailors who have been drowned sleep the sleep of death

See-saw : the boat rising and failing with the rise and fall of the waves of the sea.

Terror : fear lest he should be drowned.

Suc cour suk-ker) : power to >ave or bring the boat and boy safely back.

Prow : the point or head of the boat.

Loy-al: true and brave.

Ranger : the name of the little boy s good and brave dog. Re-nown : fame; to be made well knosvu.


.Just look at him ! There lie stands,

With crumpled hair and dirty hands.

See ! his nails are never cut ;

They are grimed as black as soot;

And the sloven, I declare.

Never once has combed his hair.

Anything to me is sweeter Than to see shock-headed Peter.

Heinrich Hoffmann.


A pound of tea at one and three, And a pot of raspberry jam. Two new-laid eggs, a dozen pegs, And a pound of rashers of ham.

I'll say it over all the way,

And then I’m sure not to forget,

For if I chance to bring things wrong My mother gets in such a “ pet."

A pound of tea at one and three,

And a pot of raspberry jam,

Two new-laid eggs, a dozen pegs,

And a pound of rashers of ham.

There in the hay the children play— They're having such tine fun ;

I’ll go there too, that's what I’ll do,

As soon as my errands are done.

A pound of tea at one and three,

A pot of—er—new-laid jam ;

Two raspberry eggs, with a dozen pegs, And a pound of rashers of ham.

There’s Teddy White living his kite.

He thinks himself grand, 1 declare ;

I’d like to try to make it fly up sky high, Ever so much higher than the Old Church spire,

And then—but there—

A pound of three at one and tea,

A pot of new-laid jam,

Two dozen eggs, some raspberry pegs, And a pound of rashers of ham.

Now here’s the shop, outside I’ll stop, And run my orders through again.

I haven't forgot—it s better not—

It shows I’m pretty quick, that’s plain.

A pound of three at one and tea,

A dozen of raspberry ham,

A pot of eggs, with a dozen pegs. And a rasher of new-laid jam.


“ Come down, dear little ’possum, do !

Come home along with me;

I have a little house for you Far better than your tree.

“ Tis painted all so bright for you !

Oh, do but come and see !

It has a little chamber, too,

As nice as nice can be.

“There’s a cage for you to frolic in, You’ll turn it with your feet ;

And I’ve laid a bag of apples up,

And nuts for you to eat.


“ Come down, dear little ’possum, do !

Come home along with me ;

You’d like the house I have for you Far better than your tree.’’

44 No, 1 thank you, little boy ;

I’m very well up here,

With room enough to frisk about And naught at all to fear.

('ntnc down dear little inn.'*

“ My nest is in yon old gum tree,

And snug it is, and warm,

Where stormy winds and dashing rain Can never do me harm.

“ 1 should not like the house you have, However nice it be;

I choose to keep my own snug home, Far up the old gum tree.

I should not like the cage at all,

That so swiftly wheels about;

I feel that if 1 once got in I never should get out ! "

Fro-lie : play.

Frisk: to leap and skip about. Naught: nothing.

Snug : warm ; sheltered.


Two little kittens,

One stormy night,

Began to quarrel,

And then to light.

One had a mouse,

And the other had none ;

And that’s the wav The quarrel begun.

“ I'll have that mouse,"

Said the biggest cat.

You'll have that mouse ?

We’ll see about that !

I will have that mouse/ Said the tortoise-shell ; And, spitting and scratching, On her sister she fell.

The old lady took The sweeping broom,

And s\v6pt them both Right out of the room.

The ground was covered Thickly with snow ;

They had lost the mouse,

And had nowhere to go.

So they lav and shivered Beside the door,

Till the old ladv finished


Sweeping the floor.

And then they crept in As quiet as mice,

All wet with snow And cold as ice;

And found it much better, That stormy night,

To lie by the fire

Than to quarrel and fight.

ONLY A BABY SMALL. Onlv a babv small,

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Dropped from the skies ; Only a laughing face,

Two sunny eves.

Only two cherry lips.

One chubby nose;

Only two little hands Ten little toes.

Only a golden head,

Curly and soft;

Only a tongue that wags Loudly and oft.

Only a little brain Empty of thought;

Only a little heart,

Troubled with nought.

Only a tender flower Sent us to rear ;

Only a life to love While we are here.

Only a baby small,

Never at rest;

Small, but how dear to us, God knoweth best.

Matthias Barr.


Once there was a little kittv. Whiter than snow ;

In a barn she used to frolic,

Long time ago.

In a barn a little mousie Ran to and fro,

For she heard the kitty coming, Long time ago.

Two eyes had little kitty,

Black as a sloe;

And they spied the little mousie Long time ago.

Four paws had little kitty,

Paws soft as dough ;

And they caught the little mousie Long time ago.

Nine teeth had little kitty,

All in a row ;

And they bit the little mousie, Long time ago.

When the teeth bit little mousie, Mousie cried out “ Oh ! ”

But she ran away from kitty, Long time ago.

Barn : the large building where the farmer stores his wheat.

Sloe : a wild plum ; the fruit is very dark. It grows in English hedges.



Oh ! tell me, have you seen her,

My cunning, bright-eyed pet?

She ran away this morning:

I haven't seen her yet.

I’ve called, and kept on calling;

She doesn’t come to me.

My darling little pussy,

Oli, dear! where can she be?

You’d know her if you saw her,

Her hair’s so soft and line ;

She's not & common cat, now,

That little cat of mine.

Hark ! Why, I thought I heard her.

Yes, there she is, you see—

You naughty, naughty kitten !

Come right straight here to me.


Little Bo-peep awoke from her sleep ;

Her eyes opened wider and wider :

For she found herself seated on the grass, With an old sheep standing beside her.

“ Little Bo-peep/' said the good old sheep,

“ How glad I am we've found you !

Here we are—rams and sheep and lambs—

All flocking up around you."

“ You biessed sheep,” said little Bo-peep,

I've been worried to death about you.”

We’ve been searching for you,” said the good old sheep ;

“ We wouldn't go liome without you.”

Eugene Field.


Dobbin has a little friend,

Spotted white and sable;

Every day she goes to him,

In his lonely stable.    .

Not a mite of dread has she,

Not a thought of danger;

Lightly runs between his hoofs, Jumps upon his manger ;

Lays her soft, warm cheek to his, Purrs her meek “ Good morning !


Gives the flies that hover near,

Such a look of warning !

“ Dobbin, dear,” she sometimes says, ” Feel my winter mittens ;

Nice and warm, you see, and made Purposely for kittens.

“ Dobbin, dear, such times at home Mother has caught a rat!

Brought it home to show to us—

What do you think of that ?

“ Dobbin ! ” she whispers, purring still,

“ You often get so wearv,

Why don’t you balk or run away,

And get vour freedom, dearie ? ”

Then Dobbin gives his head a toss,

And says : ‘For shame, Miss Kitty,

If I could do so mean a thing,

’T would be a monstrous pity ;

“ No, no ; my master’s good and kind ; I’ll never vex him, never ! ”

And pussy, pleased, still rubs his cheek, And likes him more than ever.

Mary Mapes Dodge.

Sable : black.

Balk : to stop quickly.

Hover : to hang fluttering in the air overhead.


Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whee ! Will you listen to me ?

Who stole four eggs I laid,

And the nice nest I made?”

“ Not I,” said the cow, “ Moo-oo Such a thing I'd never do.

Not I/ said the con\ 1 Moo-oo! ’ ”

Four eggs I laid

Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whee ! Will you listen to me ?

Who stole four eggs I laid,

And the nice nest I made ? ”

“ Bob-o’-link ! Bob-o‘-link ! * Now what do you think ?

Who stole a nest away From the plum tree to-day?’

I gave you a wisp of hay,

But didn’t take your nest away.

Not I,” said the cow, “ Moo-oo !

Such a thing I’d never do.”

“ Not I,” said the dog, “ Bow-wow !

/ wouldn’t be so mean, anyhow !

I gave.hairs the nest to make,

But the nest I did not take.

Not I,” said the dog, “ Bow-wow !

I’m not so mean, anyhow ! ”

* The Bob-o’-link is an American bird, with black and white feathers. It gets its name from the cry it makes; and is sometimes called in fun “ Robert of Lincoln.” Here the farmer’s dog was called “ Bob-o’-link.”

“Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whee !

Will you listen to me ?


Who stole four eggs I laid,

And the nice nest I made ? ”

“ Coo-coo ! Coo-coo ! Coo-coo !

Let me speak a word, too !

Who stole that pretty nest From little yellow-breast? ”

“ Not I,” said the sheep ; “ Oh, no !

“ ‘ Not said the dog, ‘ Bow-wow l I wouldn't be so mean, anyhow ! ’

I wouldn’t treat a poor bird so.

I gave the wool the nest to line,

But the nest was none of mine.

Baa ! Baa ! ” said the sheep ; “ Oh, no ! I wouldn’t treat a poor bird so.”

“Tu-whit! tu-whit! tu-whee !

Will vou listen to me ?


Who stole four eggs I laid,

And the nice nest 1 made?”

“ Caw ! Caw ! ” cried the crow ; “ I should like to know What thief took away A bird’s nest to-day? ”

“ Cluck ! Cluck ! ” said the hen ; “ Don’t ask me again ;

Why, I haven't a chick Would do such a trick.

We all gave her a feather,

And she wove them together.

“ Cluck ! Cluck ! ” said the hen ; “ Don’t ask me again.” “ Chirra-a-whirr ! Chirra-a-whirr All the birds make a stir!

“ Let us find out his name,

And all cry, * For shame ! ’ ”

“ I would not rob a bird,”

Said little Mary Green ;

“ 1 think I never heard Of anything so mean.”

“It is very cruel, too,”

Said little Alice Neal:

“ I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel?”

A little bov hun>r down his head,

And went and hid behind the bed,

For he stole that pretty nest From poor little yellow-breast;

And he felt so full of shame, lie didn’t like to tell his name.

L. M. Child.


On the top of a tree, a big gum tree,

Once a magpie chose her nest shouM be ;

And the eggs were laid—laid one, two, three —

A tempting sight for a boy to see.

Passing by came a lad in a little felt hat; lie wasn’t too thin and he wasn’t too fat To climb the tree where the old bird sat,

With her chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chat, chat, chat.

Oh ! lie wasn’t too thin and he wasn’t too fat, Chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chat, chat, chat.

It was climb, climb, climb ; not a single stop Till lie reached at length the tip, tip-top;

While he tightly clung to the tree with his legs,

He put in bis hand and toolc the eggs.

In his mouth they were popped that they safe might be,

As he started to climb down the big gum tree ;

But lie soon found out he was in for trouble,

For the boughs did bend and wobble, wobble, wobble. Oh ! he wasn't too thin, &c.

Tn a mighty struggle with his hands and legs Pop down his throat went one of the eggs;

But he didn’t much care, as long as lie knew In his mouth quite safe were the other two.

So he soon climbed down to the ground again, Very glad that his climb hadn't been in vain ;

Then he thought of the egg he had swallowed up there—

Was it fresh and sweet, or a little bit queer *:

Oh ! he wasn't too thin, Ac.

Of the two eggs left, then lie broke one shell ;

He looked inside, and he didn’t feel well,

For he now found out he had had to eat A nice little magpie all complete!

Ever since that day when the eggs he took,

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He can talk, talk, talk, like a ha’penny hook;

Tis the little magpie inside does that With its chatter, chatter, chatter, chatter, chat chat, chat.

Oh, he wasn’t too thin, Ac.

Leigh Kinusmill.


Three little chicks,

So downy and neat,

W ent out in search Of something to eat !

44 Ter-wit, ter-weet! Something to eat! ”

And soon they picked up A stalk of wheat.

Said one little chick,

“ That belongs to me! ”

Said the other chick,

“ We’ll see, we’ll see ! Ter-wit, ter-weet?

It’s nice and sweet.”

Said number three,

“ Let us share the treat.”

One little chick seized The straw in his bill, And one was just ready To eat his till,

When the other chick Stepped up so quick He hadn't a chance For a single pick.


They pulled and they tugged The downy things,

And 0, how they flapped Their baby wings !

“ Ter-wit, ter-weet Something to eat!

J ust please to let go Of this bit of wheat! ”

Fiercer and fiercer The battle grew,

Until the straw

Broke right in two,

And the little chicks W ere in a fix,

And sorry enough

For their naughty tricks.

For a saucy crow

Had watched the fight,

And laughs “ Haw, haw !

It serves you right ” ;

So he snatches the prize From before their eves, And over the hills And away he Hies.


Do you ask what the birds say ? The sparrow, the dove,

The linnet and thrush say, “ I love and 1 love ! ”

In the winter they’re silent—the wind is so strong ; W hat it says, I don’t know, but it sings a loud song. But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,

And singing and loving—all come back together.

But tlie lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings and he sings ; and for ever sings lie *' f love ray Love and mv Love loves me ! 5

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S. T. Coleridge (1772-1834).


Two Robin Redbreasts built their nest W ithin a hollow tree :

The hen sat quietly at home,

The cock sang merrily ;

And all the little ones said,

“ Wree, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee ! ”

One day (the sun was warm and bright,

And shining in the sky),

Cock Robin said, “ My little dears Tis time you learnt to fly.5'

And all the little young ones said,

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1 lived first in a little house,

And lived there very well ;

I thought the world was small and round, And made of pale-blue shell.

I lived next in a little nest, Nor needed any other ;

1 thought the world was made of straw And nestled near my mother.

One day I fluttered from the nest To see what I could find,

1 said, “ The world is made of leaves ; I have been very blind.”

At length I flew beyond the tree, Quite fit for grown-up labours—

I don't know how the world is made, And neither do my neighbours.



When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb,

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rite white oxcl in the belfry sits."

And the whirring sail goes round,

And the whirring sail goes round :

Alone and warming his live wits,

The white owl in the belfry sits.

When merry milkmaids click the latch,

And rarely smells the new-mown hay,

And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay,

Twice or thrice his roundelay :

Alone and warming his live wits,

The white owl in the belfry sits.



Whirring*: the noise made by the arms or sails of the wind-mill when blown round by the wind.

Alone : owls do not live in groups like crows and rooks,

but in lonely pairs.

Five wits : sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste. Belfry : the tower in which the church bells are hung.

Rarely : generally uncommon ; but here it means very sweet or pleasant.

Twice : two times.

Thrice : three times.

Roundelay : his morning crow or call.


I know the song that the blackbird is singing, Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging. Brave little fellow ! The skies may be dreary, Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery.

Hark ! How the music leaps out of his throat! Hark ! Was there ever so merrv a note ?

Listen a while, and you'll hear what he's saying, Out in the apple-tree, swinging and swaying.

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“/ know the song that the blackbird is singing.

“ Dear little blossoms down under the snow You must be wearv of winter I know ;

Hark ! while I sing you a message of cheer— Summer is coming and spring-time is here !


A fair little girl sat under a tree,

Sewing as long as her eyes could see ;

Then smoothed her work and folded it right,

And said, “ Dear work, good night, good night!’'

Such a number of rooks came over her head, Crying “ Caw, caw ! ” on their way to bed ;

She said, as she watched their curious flight,

“ Little black things, good night, good night ! ”

The horses neighed and the oxen lowed,

The sheep s “ Bleat! bleat! * came over the road; All seeming to say, with quiet delight,

“ Good little girl, good night, good night ! ”

She did not say to the sun “ Good night! ” Though she saw him there, like a ball of light; For she knew he had God’s time to keep All over the world and never could sleep.

The tall pink foxglove bowed his head ;

The violets curtsied, and went to bed ;

And good little Lucy tied up her hair,

And said on her knees her favourite prayer.

And while on her pillow she softly lay She knew nothing more till again it was day ; And all things said to the beautiful sun,

44 Good morning, good morning! Our work is begun.”

Lord Houghton.


A wind came up out of the sea,

And said, “ 0 mists, make room for me.”

It hailed the ships, and cried, “ Sail on, Ye mariners ; the night is gone ” ;

And hurried landward far away,

Crying, “ Awake ! it is the day/'

It said unto the forest, “ Shout!

Hang all your leafy banners out! ”

It touched the wood-bird’s folded wing, And said, “ 0 bird, awake and sing ! ”

And o’er the farms, “ 0 Chanticleer,

Your clarion blow ; the day is near.”

It whispered to the fields of corn,

“ Bow down, and hail the coming morn.”

It said unto the forest, 4 Shout l ’ ”

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“ J7 shouted through the belfry-tower

It shouted through the belfry-tower,

“ Awake, 0 bell ! proclaim the hour,”

It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,

And said, “ Not yet! in quiet lie.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Hailed : called to.

Mar-i-ners: sailors.

Landward: inland.

Clian-ti-cleer : the rooster; so railed because he sings out clearly.

Clar-i-on : a trumpet; here it means a loud noise that can be heard a long way off. The crowing noise of the rooster.

Bel-iry tower of a church where the bells are hung.

Pro-claim : call out loudly.

Church-yard : here, the cemetery. In most Englishspeaking countries it is usual to bury people near the church.


Many little diamonds Sparkled on the trees ;

And all the little girls said,

“ A jewel, if you please.”

But when they held their hands out To catch the diamonds gay,

A lot of little sunbeams came And stole them all away.



Each flower holds up A dainty cup

To catch the rain and dew ;

The drink of flowers That comes in showers Is just the drink for you.

The stars so bright,

That gem the night In the round heaven so blue,

Fling down their beams Upon the streams Which flow with drink for you.

The nightingale,

Which charms the vale,

From yonder fountain flew ;

The song-bird's drink Should be, I think,

The drink for birds like you.

Nightingale : a European bird of a brown colour, which sings during the night. It is the sweetest of song-birds.

Vale : a valley.


Little white snowdrop, just waking up,

Violet, daisy, and sweet buttercup !

Think of the flowers that are under the snow, Waiting to grow !

And tliink of the hosts ot queer little seeds Of flowers and mosses, of ferns and of weeds. Are under the leaves and under the snow Waiting to grow !

Think of the roots getting ready to sprout. Reaching their slender brown fingers about, Under the ice and the leaves and the snow, Waiting to grow !

Nothing so small or hidden so well That God will not find it, and presently tell His sun where to shine, and His rain where to go To help them to grow.


In Treeland fur-lined overcoats Are quite in fashion, they say,

And many of the little buds Are wearing them to-day.

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Some of them wear waterproofs Till they begin to grow,

And all through winter’s cold and storm Are safe from ice and snow.

All the way through Treeland Town These wee brown coats are seen ,

In summer time they toss them off'.

And then appear in green.

Kindergarten Review.


The magpie 'midst the wattle-blooms Is singing loud and long :

What fragrance in the scattered scent. What magic in the song Î

Three Laughing Jackasses.

On yonder gum a mopoke’s throat Out gurgles laughter grim,

And far within the fern-tree scrub A lyre-bird sings his hymn.

Amidst the stringy barks a crowd Of dazzling parrakeets ;

But high o'er all the magpie loud His joyous song repeats.

William Sharp.






7V//7 Feathers of the Ijifrc Bird.

Fra-grance {fray-grant*-) : sweetness of smell.

Ma-gic : delight.

Mo-poke : an owl found in the Australian scrub. It was thought to utter a sound like “mopoke," or “more pork,** hence its name. Probably the poet, who stayed only a short time in Australia, meant the bird named the laughing-jackass, and not the mopoke as is written in the poem.

Lyre bird : one of the most beautiful of Australian birds-It lives in the mountain country along the east of Australia-It mocks the songs of other birds in the bush. The male bird has wonderful tail feathers.

Par-ra-keets : small parrots.


Oh! where do you come from,

You little drops of rain ;

Pitter patter, pitter patter Down the window-pane ?

They won't let me walk,

And they won't let me play,

And they won't let me go Out of doors at all to-day.

They put away my playthings Because I broke them all,

And then they locked up all my bricks, And took away my ball.

Tell me, little rain-drops,

Is that the way you play,

Pitter patter, pitter patter,

All the rainy day?

They say 1 in very naughty,

But I’ve nothing else to do But sit here at the window.

I should like to play with you.

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I know God made the sun To fill the day with light;

He made the twinkling stars To shine all through the night.

He made the hills that rise So very high and steep/1

He made the hills that rise So very high and steep ;

He made the lakes and seas That are so broad and deep

He made the streams so wide.

That flow through wood and vale :


He made the rills so small.

That leap down hill and dale.

u Hr nuuic the rills."

He made each bird that sings So sweetly all the day ;

He made each flower that springs So bright, so fresh, so gav.

And He who made all these, He made both you and me ; Oh ! let us thank Him, then, For great and good is He

Vale : valley.

Rills : small creek- or brooks. Dale : a valley.


0, tell me pretty river !

Whence do thy waters flow ? And whither art thou roaming,

S* pensive and so slow ?

My birthplace was the mountain, My nurse the April showers ;

My cradle was a fountain, O’er-curtained by wild flowers

“ One morn I ran away,

A madcap, hoyden rill—

And many a prank that day I played adown the hill.

“ And then, 'mid meadowy banks,

I flirted with the flowers.

That stooped with glowing lips.

To woo me to their bowers

“ But those bright scenes are o’er

And darklv flows mv wave ;

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I hear the oceans roar,

And there must be my grave ! 9

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Roam-ing*: wandering about without knowing exactly where you are going.

Pen-sive : as if thinking.

Eoun-tain: aspring.

Hoy-den: rude; rough in play.

Rill: a small stream.

Mead-ow-y banks : grassy banks.

Flir-ted : pretended to make love to the flowers. Glow-ing : bright.

Bow-ers : shady places.


Into the sunshine, full of the light,

Leaping and flashing from morn till night

Into the moonlight, whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like when the winds blow !

Into the starlight, rushing in sp • ay,

Happy at midnight, happy by day !

Ever in motion, blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, never awearv ;

44 Leaping and flashing from morn till night

Glad of all weathers, still seeming best. Upward or downward-motion thy rest ;

Full of a nature nothing can tame.

Changed every moment, ever the same.

Glorious fountain ! let my heart be

Fresh, changeful, constant, upward like thee !

James Russel Lowell.


You should notice in the following piece of poetry that everything mentioned belongs to the spring-time of the year in England. The swallow is the bird of spring ; the buttercups, daisies, primroses, and anemones will have withered and died ere summer; in summer the rooks will no longer be building their nests, and the blue eggs will then be hedge sparrows.

We had a pleasant walk to-day Over the meadows and far away,

Across the bridge, by the water-mill,

By the woodside, and up the hill ;

And if you listen to what I say,

I'll tell vou what we saw to-day.

Amid a hedge, where the first leaves Were peeping from their sheaths so sly,

We saw four eggs within a nest,

And they were blue as the summer sky.

An elder-branch dipped in the brook ;

We wondered why it moved, and found A silken-haired, smooth water rat

Nibbling, and swimming round and round

“ By the water-mill

Where daisies opened to the sun

In a broad meadow, green and white, The lambs were racing eagerly—

We never saw a prettier sight.

We saw upon the shady banks

Long rows of golden dowers shine,

And first mistook for butter-cups The star-shaped golden celandine

Anemones and primroses,

And the blue violets of spring,

We found, while listening bv a hedge

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To hear a merry ploughman sing.

And from the earth the plough turned up There came a sweet refreshing smell, Such as the lily of the vale

Sends forth from many a woodland dell.

We saw the yellow wall-flower wave Upon a mouldering castle wall,

And then we watched the busy rooks Among the ancient elm-trees tall.

And leaning from the old stone bridge, Below we saw our shadows lie,

And through the gloomy arches watched The swift and fearless swallows fly.

We heard the speckle-breasted lark As it sang somewhere out of sight,

And tried to find it, but the sky

Was filled with haze of dazzling light.

Were I to tell you all we saw

I’m sure that it would take me hours ;

For the whole landscape was alive

With bees, and birds, and buds, and flowers.

Thomas Miller.

Meadows : fields of grass.

Water-mill : mill turned by means of a big water-wheel. Like the old mill at Bridgewater, in South Australia.

Sheath8 : bud-coverings.

Sly : just through a chink.

They were blue : blue eggs are the eggs of the hedge sparrow.

Elder : the elderberry tree has a wonderful load of white blossom in summer and of purple berries in autumn.

Brook : small stream.

Nibbling: gnawing off very small pieces. The gnawers, such as nits and mice, are obliged to nibble because they have no broad double teeth, only sharp front teeth with chisel-edges.

Daisies : the word “daisy” means day's eye—i.e., the sun. The yellow middle is thr blazing sun, and the white petals are the rays of light.

Eagerly : earnestly.

Celandine : a brilliant yellow flower, one of the first to come in spring. Very often mistaken for the buttercup, which comes later; the celandine has eight petals and the buttercup only five.

Anemones : a beautiful flower with five petals like the buttercup, coming in spring. rilie flowers are white tipped with purple.

Primrose : a yellow flower, coming in spring.

Violet: a beautiful little flower of five petals of different shapes.

Lily of the vale : lily of the valley. Another sweet spring flower, with its snow-white bells hung on a tender green stem.

Dell : dale, valley.

Wall-flower : yellow dower, sometimes mottled with brown, fond of growing in old ruined walls.

Mouldering : crumbling, decaying.

Busy rooks : often called crows. They are busy building their nests.

Ancient: old.

Elm-tree : a tree common in English woods, with a rough bark. It yields very good timber.

The children's : our shadows are thrown upon the water. Gloomy : dark.

Swift : quick dying.

Speckle-breasted : with spotted breast.

Haze : glow.

Dazzling : blinding.

Were I : if I were.

Landscape : country spread out before our eyes.


Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving ? Over the sea.

Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving ? All that love me.

Are you not tired with rolling, and never

Resting to sleep ?

W hy look so pale, and so sad, as for ever

Wishing to weep ?

Ask me not this, little child, if you love me :

You are too bold ;

I must obey my dear Father above me,

And do as I'm told.

Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving ?

Over the sea.

Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are vou loving ?

All that love me.

Lord Houghton.


Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the grey trout lies asleep,

Up the river and o'er the lea,

That’s the way for Billy and me.

Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee,

That’s the wav for Billy and me.

Where the mowers mow the cleanest,

\\ here the hay lies thick and greenest There to trace the homeward bee,

That’s the way for Billy and me.

Where the hazel bank is steepest, Where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, That’s the wav for Billy and me.

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Where the pooh arc bright and deep."

Why the boys should drive away Sweet little maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, That’s the thing I never could tell.

For Billy and me.”

But this I know, I love to play,

Through the meadow, among the hay ;

Up the water and o’er the lea,

That’s the way for Billy and me.

-    James Hogg.

Lea: land which is kept in grass for sheep and cattle to feed upon.

That’s : that is.

Trace : watch and follow the bee returning laden with honey.

Hazel bank : a copse or small thicket of hazel nut trees. Banter : to play jokes upon or tease others.


Work while you work Play while you play,

For that is the way To be cheerful and gay.

All that you do,

Do with your might. Things done by halves Are never done right.

One thing at a time,

And that done well,

Is a very good rule,

As many can tell.

Moments are useless

When trifled away ;

So work while vou work


And play while you play.


So here hath been dawning Another blue day ;

Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away ?

Out of Eternity

This new day is born ; Into Eternity

At night will return.

Behold it aforetime No eye ever did ;

So soon it for ever From all eyes is hid.

Here hath been dawning Another blue day ;

Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away ?

Thomas Carlyle.

E-ter-ni-ty : from the beginning to the end of time.

Slip useless, etc.: do not let any day pass without doing some good deed.


Little drops of water,

Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.

And the little minutes, Humble though they be, Make the mightv ages Of eternity.


Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above.


Sixty seconds make a minute ;

How much good can 1 do in it ?

Sixty minutes make an hour,

AIL the good that’s in my power. Twenty hours and four a day,

Time for work, and sleep, and play. Days three hundred and sixty-five Make a year for me to strive Right good things each day to do, That I may grow both wise and true.


All things bright and beautiful,

All creatures great and small,

All things wise and wonderful—

The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,

Each little bird that sings—

He made their glowing colours,

He made their tiny wings.

The purple-headed mountain,

The river running by The morning and the sunset,

That lighteth up the sky.

The tall trees in the greenwood,

The pleasant summer sun,

The ripe fruits in the garden,

He made them every one.

He gave us eyes to see them,

And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty,

Who hath made all things well.

Mrs. Alexander.


Just a little every day—

That’s the way.

Seeds in darkness swell and grow, Tiny blades push through the snow ; Never any flower of May

Leaps to blossom in a burst;

Slowly, slowly at the first—

That's the way,

Just a little every day.

Just a little every day—

That's the way.

Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite ;

Never anyone, I say,

Leaps to knowledge and its power.

Slowly, slowly, hour by hour—

That's the way Just a little every day.

E. W. Wilcox.


Drive the nail aright, boys ;

Hit it on the head ;

Strike with all your might, boys, While the iron's red.

When you've work to do, boys, Do it with a will;

They who reach the top, boys, First must climb the hill.

Standing at the foot, boys, Looking at the sky,

How can you get up, boys,

If you never try ?

Though you stumble oft, boys, Never be downcast ;

Try, and try again, boys—

You will win at last.

Drive the nail aright, boys ;

Hit it on the head ;

Strike with all your might, boys, While the iron’s red.


Beautiful faces are those that wear The light of a pleasant spirit there—

It matters little if dark or fair.

Beautiful hands are those that do Work that is noble, good, and true; Busy for others, the long day through.

Beautiful feet are those that go Swiftlv to lighten another’s woe,

Down darkest ways, if God wills so.


A bunch of golden keys is mine,

To make each day with gladness shine.

“ Good morning ! ” that's the golden key That unlocks every day to me.

When evening comes “ Good night I ” I say, And close the door of each glad day.

When at the table “ If you please ! ”

I take from off mv bunch of kevs.

When friends give anything to me I use a little “ Thank you ! ” key.

“ Excuse me ! beg your pardon ! ” too,

W hen by mistake some harm 1 do.

Or if, unkindly, pain I've given,

“ Forgive me ! ” I shall be forgiven.

On a golden ring these keys I’ll bind ;

This is its motto, “ Be ye kind ! ”


Sweet to the morning traveller The song amid the sky,

Where, twinkling in the dewy light, The skylark soars on high.

And cheering to the traveller The gales that round him play,

When faint and heavily he drags Along his noontide way.

And when, beneath the unclouded sun, Full wearily toils he,

The flowing water makes to him A soothing melody.

And when the evening light decays,

And all is calm around,

There is sweet music to his ear In the distant sheep-bell s sound.

But, oh ! of all delightful sounds Of evening or of morn,

The sweetest is the voice of love That welcomes his return.


Dewy light: very early morning ; the skylark often sings at sunrise.

Soothing melody : in the heat of the day he sits to listen to the music of the cool brook flowing under shady trees.

Decays: fades away.

Sheep-bells : one or two of a flock would have bells tied round their necks, and these would lead the flock back to the fold when night was near.

Voice of love : the welcome of his wife and children.


Two little boys named Willie Live in the house with me.

One is as good a darling As ever I wish to see ;

His eyes are glad, his smile is sweet,

His voice is kind, his dress is neat.

And he is the boy for me.


This Willie says “ Good morning ! ”

Happy as any bird ;

A merrier laugh, a lighter step,

No mortal ever heard.

Thank you," he says, and “ If you please/’

He will not pout, he will not tease—

Oh, he is the boy for me !

The other Willie, sad to say,

Is very, very bad ;

I think he is as cross a child As ever a mother had.

Go way ! " he shrieks. He squalls and cries

The angry tears oft fill his eyes—

He is not the boy for me.

He lingers round my Willie,

And whispers evil tilings—

Oh, how we dread him ! for we know The sin and grief he brings !

Who keeps him. then ? Why, Willie's self; He keeps this wicked Willie-elf Who is not the bov for me.

If I were you, mv W illie,

Td make him stay away—

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This boy who grieves your mother,

And spoils your brightest day,

For he liyes in you where he doesn't belong So oust him, W illie ! Send him along !

“ Clear out ! " I’d say, “ old fume and fret! This heart of mine is not to let—

You’re not the boy for me.”

Mary Mapes Dodge.

Mor-tal: a person ; a human being.

Pout: to look sulky.

Lin-gers : stays a long while.

Elf: a goblin ; a kind of wicked, mischievous fairy.


She is a rich and rare land ;

0 ! she’s a fresh and fair land ; She is a dear and rare land This native land of mine.

No men than hers are braver— Her women s hearts ne’er waver: I'd freely die to save her,

And think inv lot divine.

She's not a dull or cold land ;

No! she's a warm and bold land :

0 ! she’s a true and old land—

This native land of mine.

Could beauty ever guard her,

And virtue still reward her,

No foe would cross her border—

No friend within it pine !

O, she's a fresh and fair land ;

O, she's a true and rare land !

Yes, she's a rare and fair land—

This native land of mine.

Thomas Davis.

Rare : uncommon and excellent.

Native land : land of birth Wa -ver : change.

Virtue : goodness.

Di -vine : perfectly happy.

Old land: the settlement of Australia by a white people began in 1788—only 120 years ago ; but the land of Australia

is, learned men tell us, much older than any of the other «continents.

Pine : to grow weak from pain or grief.

My Land.”


know a child, and who she is I’ll tell you by-and-by,


When mother says, “ Do this,55 or “ that,’’ She says, “ What for ? 3 and “ Why ? 4


She'd be a better child by far If she would say, ’* I511 try.'5 '


Mrs. Hawkshaw.