LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

CT

“Q, Miss, I fairly jumped for joy,
My spirits were so light;
And so, when I had leave to play,
I picked with all my might.

“T sold enough to get my shoes,
About a week ago; |
And these, if they had not been spitt,
Would buy a bonnet too.

“But now they’re gone, they all are gone,
And I can get no more,
And Sundays I must stay at home,
Just as I did before.

“ And, mother, then I cried again
As hard as I could cry;
And looking up, I saw a tear
Was standing in her eye.

“She caught her bonnet from her head,
‘Here, here,’ she cried, ‘take this!’
‘O no, indeed—I fear your ma
Would be offended, Miss.’

“My ma! no, never ; she delights
All sorrow to beguile;
And ’tis the sweetest joy she feels,
To make the wretched smile.